Wow! .. suddenly I find more material than I can handle !!! and I'm writing one after another .. Hope it meets `standards' .
The following is a story about consentual sex between two adult men. If you are underage (18, I suppose), or in a geo-political area that prohibits such fare, or you are offended by sexually explicit tales of man-to-man relationships . please locate that "back" button, or click on the `X' at the upper right !!!!
Otherwise read on . and, I certainly hope, enjoy !!!
By the way .. this one may ought to be named "Pit Stops 5 . a, b, and c", as you will see.
PIT STOPS Part 5
Well, here I was on the highway once again. this time I was down in Virginia and was going to be there for a few weeks, so I was doing my thing of checking out the local rest areas on the different highways out and around Alexandria and Fairfax.
It was summertime still, so there was quite a bit of traffic `going thru' - heading, I guess, down to the Carolinas or over toward Kentucky and Tennessee; and that, of course, made the "window shopping" pretty good - at least in volume, if not quality.
As it turned out, there was one area about 30 miles from where I was staying that had a very interesting set-up. The main `food court' area was pretty common - with probably five or six different vendors and a common eating area, plus a gift shop, etc..
However, the men's room was petty different from most I've encountered. It was shaped much like the greek letter pi' - you know.the shape.like a rudimentary house. two vertical walls and a flat roof. As you came in, you were on the upper (horizontal) stroke where there were a row of sinks (and mirrors) to your left, and to your right were the two legs - each having a row of urinals along one wall, and a row of toilet stalls along the other. Best yet, the urinals had no privacy shields, and they were the floor-mounted type (like a seatless toilet or bidet), so the user couldn't "hug porcelain" and hide things very easily. You had no choice but to stand back and, unless you were at the far end where you could turn toward the back-end wall, you pretty much had your wares on display' (sort of reminiscent of the old trough urinal'). With this layout, if you positioned yourself right in the top room, you could be at a sink (and mirror) and see into one or the other toilet rooms - and see what was hanging out'.
I had stopped in there several times in the first few days I was in the area.and had made full use of the layout to check out some good cock being put on display. Yet so far, no one had done anything to indicate interest' and so I figured that I had struck out' -- but my hands were sure clean !!!! as were my glasses, etc..
Anyway, I decided to stay away for a while before someone began to recognize me. So I didn't go back until the next weekend. That time, as I walked thru the food court area, I saw two guys standing there talking. Both were wearing black slacks and white shirts. There was just something in their demeanor that made me think they worked there at one of the vendors, and the mode of dress made me also think they were probably managers. One of them was about 6'2", nice looking, probably nearing 45, and wearing a wedding band. The other was no more than 5'6", very latin looking, 30's, and cute as hell (and I couldn't see his left hand).
I really hesitated going further, thinking (in my usually paranoid mind) that perhaps they had seen me before and I could end up in serious trouble; but, I really had to piss (really), so I went on into the men's room and turned right into the first of the `toilet legs'.
I took up the next-to-last urinal and unfurled'. Let's face it. I'm not much of a handful when I'm soft (3 inches or so), but it works. Anyway, as I am emptying 2 quarts of the last 16oz soda I drank, guess who walked in. Yep, Mr. 6'2". And he positioned himself at a sink and mirror that gave him a direct view to me. I looked over toward him and from his face I did not see any hostility or something that would make me feel he was trying to get me' . rather I got a totally different impression. I think he was liking what he saw. So, without being obvious - there were several other guys at the urinals to my right - I made sure that my wares were visible.
As I watched, he moved away from the sink and out of sight, but I heard the towel dispenser and knew that he was drying his hands. .but he didn't come back to view - and he would have had to do so to go back out. "well.well." I thought, as I finished and tucked it away. "I bet he's down in the second room."
Going out to the sinks, I took one about midway so I could just see into the second room. As far as I could see then, there was no one in there. So I moved over two sinks and had a good view into the room. .and, yes, there he was, standing next to the toilet stalls and rubbing his crotch. ..and what a nice one it seemed to be !!!
Turning back from the sink, I walked over to the towel dispenser nearest that second area and quickly dried my hands. Then as no one else was actually in the sink area, I moved into the second toilet area, and went over to the next- to-last urinal there and `started the dance'.
I had pulled my cock back out and was trying to pretend to piss, when he moved over to the last urinal and brought out a very nice, very hefty, 5-or-so inches of cut manhood. He looked over at me and smiled. This was definitely not a `bust' !!! Then he backed up and opened two of the toilet stall doors (they open outward) creating a barrier of sorts and stood there with his now growing cock hanging out.. Then he reached in and pulled out a pair of bull balls to present the whole package.
I couldn't resist. I walked over and took a handful. Damn! Was that warm and soft to the touch!!! .. But the place was just `too public' . so I pulled on it a few times and said, "sorry.just too dangerous here" .. tucked myself away and slowly walked out.
As I walked back to my car, I was sooooo frustrated. Here was such an opportunity..but also such a danger.
When I got into my car, I looked up and guess who was right in front of me! I quickly cleared off my passenger seat to make room, but he didn't come to the car. Instead, he walked out into the truck parking area.but kept looking over his shoulder toward me.
I may be na‹ve at times, but that was definitely a "follow me" kind of look. As it was, I couldn't drive over the curbs there .. so I drove around the building and, sure enough, I saw him going into an area where there were a couple of out-buildings and some dumpsters. As luck would have it, I was able to get to there - and there were parking spaces (for RV's) right there, so I pulled into one. He had then disappeared behind a brick wall with some of the trash bins.
Then I saw him back in there and he was looking at me. I got out of my car and went into where he was. He smiled and said "Nice day". Oh, yeah.what a come on!! So I said, "Yes, it is." Then he reached down and stroked himself through his slacks. I could see the shape of that meat rocket outlined nicely against the material. So I reached over and touched it again. This time he also reached over and stroked me through my jeans.
But then, as fast as it got into gear, he put the brakes on.
"Sorry..but there is just too much traffic today. It's too busy." He said as he turned and started to walk away.
So I went back to my car and drove off. Frustrated??? Damn!!! You better believe it !!!
Of course, I don't give up that easily!!
The next afternoon, I went back. Sure enough . there he was behind the counter at one of the food vendors. As I walked past, I was looking at him, and with that 6th sense we seem to have, he looked up, saw me, but kept doing whatever. I went into the men's room. Only this time, I went directly into the second room.
Sure enough, about a minute later, there he was at the sinks. And then, there he was behind me in the last toilet stall. I turned and could see he had his cock out, stroking it, through the crack in the door. I walked over, pulled the other stall door open to block the view from the sinks and stroked myself on the other side of the crack. I tried to open the door, but he had it locked this time.
I leaned in close to the crack and whispered, "I hoped you'd be here. I'd sure like to get a chance to try that one out."
About that time a bus load of tourists must have stopped, because the whole men's room became filled, so I tucked away and went to wash my hands.
This time I lingered a bit more and watched as the guy went back to his station at the vendor, and whispered something to the young teenager working there. As I walked out the door toward my car, I saw him coming out behind me.
We did the same as before. he walked over by my car, but then headed out to the truck area and toward the dumpsters.
So I drove around the building and parked in the RV slot and met him behind the brick wall.
Again we groped each other for a minute or so . and his package felt soooo thick and hot. I really wanted to get a much closer examination of it - especially a good taste !!! I think he was about ready, but then we heard the sounds of one of the food vendor's kids rolling a large garbage cart out toward us. Well. that ended that. AGAIN !!!!
As it was, I didn't get back there while I was in Virginia that trip. However, I just recently had to go back for a few days. So being one who never says "give up", I did manage to drop into the place. As I came through the food court, there he was! I looked. He looked up. .and. well . there we were back in the second room on each side of the stall door.
This time, however, he unlocked it, so I was able to open it slightly and get a nice skin-to-skin handful!! He just said, "meet me outside."
This time I had already parked in the RV slot, so when I walked to my car, I could see him coming from the other direction. The only problem was, it seemed to be as busy there as it had been the past couple times. Was it going to be another frustration?
I soon found out. This time, instead of going behind the wall among the dumpsters, he walked to one of the out- buildings, fished out a key from his pocket, opened the door, and stepped in - leaving the door slightly ajar.
Expecting things could finally get interesting, I grabbed the `fun kit' I keep in my car, got out and headed directly to where he had gone in. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind me.
He didn't turn, but kept pretending to be counting some tiles or something. Yeah! Right!
"Hi," I said. (yeah, that's me.. the witty and wise conversationalist)
"Nice day," he responded in his own witty repartee.
"I think it's going to be!" I answered.
"Me too," he said quietly.
With that he turned toward me and began to rub himself.
I walked over and moved his hand away as I began to rub that burgeoning piece of manhood through his slacks. I could feel the tube of his shaft as it hung down along his left thight and gradually thickened under my touch. He was obviously a boxer man. No briefs would have allowed that full-length hang. I could also feel the protruding rim of his glans which was nicely blunt and helmet-like.
"I see you found `a way'.." I added.
"Yep. been hoping you'd come back through."
"Bet you say that to `all the boys'," I added.
"No.. I don't. I'm married, you know. and I'm Jerry"
"Yes, I saw the ring.and I'm Peter"
"But there was .. is. something about you that I find very attractive and . I guess the word is .. I feel `safe' with you."
"Well." I said, "let me put it this way. Your body may not be `safe' with me . but you are. Now what?"
He didn't say anything. He just started to unbutton his shirt.
"No. Let me do that," I said as I reached forward and took the next button. Then I pulled his shirttail out of his slacks and got that bottom one so I could pull the shirt off. I put it carefully onto a hook on the wall and removed his t-shirt as well.
This was no Adonis or gym rat . but damn!!! He looked good!!! Very nice shoulders and identifiable pecs ("identifiable" not "cut").and a nice little patch of brownish, blonde hair in the middle.
He grabbed my hands and stopped me. Then he put a hand on each side of my head and pulled my face to his. Our lips met and I was stunned!!! There was so much in what he did .. and ..no.. I can't even describe it. it was just something I don't think I've ever before had happen.
His hands dropped from my head and his arms encircled me and pulled me into him. Our tongues began a battle for life, or so it felt! I look back now and I really believe that I was the first man he had ever kissed, and it was something deep inside him that finally found its freedom.
Slowly, he seemed to regain control.
Finally, he pushed me away ..only a little, and pulled my crew-neck shirt over my head. He was good . he got the underlying tank top along with it !!! So we were now bare chest to chest.
He bent forward (I'm only 5'10" to his 6'2") and began to munch on my neck and left ear lobe. I could hear him moaning in my ear, although I was by this point just squeeking and mewling in response to his assault. This was a man that was totally starved for and in need of some hearty man-to-man sex, and I was never one to say `no' something as hot and heavy as this.
OMG! You could never find this on the internet!!! Or anywhere!!! And there I was.. in real life and the one on the receiving end.
Needless to say.as he was making love to my very top portions.our middle parts were about to rip their own way out of the intervening material.
Somehow I managed to gain enough brain-thought to reach down and unbuckle his belt. That somehow gave me the mental awareness enough to also un-slip the slide fastener on his slacks and unzip his fly. Without any conscious thought, I managed to also open my own belt and jeans, and push them both down.
And there we were.. Raging boner to boner.
Well.it was time for the `experienced one' to take control (sort of). so I began to lower myself . nibbling and tonguing my way down through that sweet lap-blanket of chest hair . past the navel.. and down through the treasure trail to the bush of soft curly brown hairs atop his now 8" rigid pole.
The tastes..the aromas.I was so damned excited I thought I would explode all over. My cock was so hard it hurt ! My balls were hanging there but screaming for release!
I couldn't do anything else. I just reached up and pulled that star-pointing pole down to where I could get my lips around it. Thank goodness it wasn't that thick. It was really a nicely proportioned one. And my mouth didn't have to stretch too far.
The next thing I knew, I was sucking on that man-pole like a baby on its mother's tit!! It was just soooooo perfect! It was just soooooo wonderful!!
My right hand was still wrapped around its base and slowly and carefully jerking that big, beautiful tube of manmeat.
By this point Jerry had fallen back against a work table and was just speechless and, well, he was just quivering all over.
I slowly backed off his throbbing pole, digging my tongue into his wide open piss slit to capture any sweet nectar that might be there. On that blunt-ended cockhead, it was like a trench, filled with delectable man goo. I slurped it and tongued it some more. Then I slid my lips and tongue down the underside of his shaft and sucked his right ball into my mouth. His knees buckled and he had to hold himself up on the worktable.
"Awwwwwwwww . fuckkkkkkk!" he managed to exhale. He was apparently getting something he had never dreamed of before!! That, of course, kicked me into overdrive. I'm not a service-only cocksucker. I need to feel that my partner is really enjoying what is happening. The better his reactions, the better I feel. .and believe me!!! This was such an occasion.
I sucked and laved his right ball for several minutes before I let it slowly slide out through my compressed lips. Then I attacked the left one!! He just spasmed all over!! And let out a groan that left no reasonable doubt as to what he was feeling. So I gave it the same thorough washing as I had the right. Then I slowly released that one and re- traced my way back up the bottom of his shaft, heading for that feeding trough slit that I just knew by now had to be filled to the brim. It was!!! Oh, man!! Could that guy make sweet juices!!!
.and I had had all I wanted from that end . so I grabbed my `fun kit'.. opened the bottle of "Gun Oil", applied it to my own ass crack, took out a condom and as I pulled my mouth off his cock, I rolled the condom on.
He looked down at me for a moment with an almost confused expression. Then I think he knew what was coming.
I backed off from facing his cock, turned around, and before you could say "in here". I had backed up onto his cock and he was definitely "in there" !!!
"Awwww fuccckkkkk!!!" he moaned again .. Then he pushed me forward, bending me over, and he began to pound my ass like he had never had something like that before. (and I don't really think he had)..
"Awww fuck! Awww fuck! Awwww fuck!" he kept repeating. He was definitely into pounding my ass !!!
..and me. all I was saying was "Awwwww yesssss! Awwwww yesss! Nnnnngh!! Ohhhhhhhh.yesssss!!!"
If there is such a thing . this was the ass-f*kin "made in heaven". He was out of his mind. I was simply ecstatic !!!! My cock was dripping puddles down into my shorts that were still around my ankles.
Somehow I had managed to grab hold of the edge of workbench by the door, otherwise I have no idea where I might have landed. Between his pounding and my weak knees. I could have ended up being impaled on that crowbar hanging on the wall!!
Oh.holy fuck!! This guy had 30 years of stored up "I wanna fuck that guy" inside him!!! He was pounding me with that 8 inches of steel hard, re-bar flexible, cum-filled cock like there was not going to be tomorrow - or ten minutes from now !!! I had activated a monster!! But WOW!! What a grand monster! I don't think he knew any of the physiologies, but about every other jam into me with that hard rubbery head pounded my g-spot and sent me mewling and moaning into further ecstacy.
Once more his cockhead hit my prostate and that was end- game!!! I started to spew weeks of stored-up cock snot all over the floor, and that must have been the `edge of the cliff' for him .. As my ass started to constrict in response to my cock's explosions, he jammed that big baby into me - past the hilt (if possible) - and I could feel him widen, jerk, spasm, and then unload a f*ckin' quart of juice into the super-stretched end of his condom. ( Damn! I wish it were 1965 again and it could have filled my guts! )
"Awwwww...fuckkkkkk." he finally muttered as he slowly withdrew.
I could hear the sounds as he pulled the condom off.
"Can I have that?" I asked.
"Sure. You keep souvenirs?"
"No .. not usually .. but this one deserves something."
"k", he responded, as he handed it to me.
I have to admit. I have never seen that much cum in a rubber in my long life !!!"
Then I just upended it and squeezed the contents out onto my now deflated cock and balls. It was still warm, and felt sooooo good.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Sorry," I said, "but..well I wanted it somewhere.. and I couldn't let it in the other."
Then he smiled and said, "I understand. I would have liked it `in the other' too."
"Thanks."
"Will you be here again?" he asked.
"Not for a while," I said.
"I sort of thought so ." he half mumbled. "It would be nice to see you again," he continued with his cute little half- smile. "I never did something like this before. ..just been wanting to for a while now. .and for some reason, when I saw you the first time, I decided that I would do it with you, if you wanted to. Thanks for following up on my little game."
"I didn't think you had, and believe me, when I saw you first in there looking at me through the mirror, I was ready. Just sorry it took so long." I said. "But, please, if you decide to do it again with someone... be careful. and if n when I can get back down here, I will sure look you up." Then I handed him a slip of paper that had my first name, my screen name, and my cell number. "Stay in touch'.. Please.." I added.
Pulling up my already soaking shorts and jeans and reaching for my shirt, I added. "I mean that. please.". With that, I cupped my crotch feeling all the wet in there from me and the contents of his condom. "Gonna have to do some laundry for sure," I thought. Then I opened the door and left.
He hasn't called yet.but I'm hoping.
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