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Pit Stops #6: DOUBLE-HEADER GAME DAY ...
a story by CNJShore9
Wow!!! I was heading back up to my place in NY and, of course, made my usual stops along the way. This was really a `dull weekend' for traffic. Guess it's now gotten warmer and -- for a Friday afternoon -- there weren't a lot of skiers heading north. In fact, there just weren't a heck of a lot of people driving north for any reason!
As it was, I drove right on past my usual first stop ... but did pull in at the second one. Now that one is more like what the English call a "cottage" rather than the big travel- store-and-food-court ones. It's small and only has 3 urinals and 2 stalls -- all along one wall -- but it is "notorious" for cruising (and for "stings" !!!). The interesting thing is that with the 3 urinals, there is a partition missing between the center and left one. The one on the right, nearest the sinks, is the only one fully-enclosed, so-to-speak.
Most often the guys that don't go hide themselves in a toilet stall ("the cubers", I call them ... usually the really young guys... 25 or under) will take the right-most urinal so that they are still "protected from the `pervs' (yeah... like me..) that enjoy the sight of a nice cock hanging out and doing its thing.
However, as I walked in, there was only one guy standing at the wall ... and he was at the center fixture. He was a nice looking latino, about 5'4" and well-proportioned for his height. Hoping that he was there by choice, rather than take the right side, I went to the left. As I unzipped and unfolded, I did a quick glance out the side of my eye and there it was in all its visible glory. He was not standing back -- but not `hugging the porcelain' either. He was also holding it with his right hand, his left in his pocket, so there was no obstruction to the view. As I watched, he slowly stroked the skin forward enough that it covered the head and I went weak in the knees! I am a sucker for a nice uncut one!! (and have been known really get down on one or two!!!) Although I was also using my right hand, I kept it back and flat enough that he had a nice view as well.
As we slowly stroked, both our cocks were growing and filling out. At that point he looked directly at me and I returned his gaze, locking our eyes for a few seconds. At that point, there was no longer any question as to what we both were interested in.
Unfortunately, about that time another guy came in and went into a stall...and then another guy came in and went to the right urinal. But we both kept our separation and our slow stroking, making sure the guy on the right wasn't quite able to see what was going on.
The guy at the urinal did one of those 10-second pee-stops and left (not stopping to wash his hands, I might add !!).
The guy next to me then backed away from the urinal and turned toward me, displaying his `gift' in all its natural beauty. He had already opened his jeans from the top and pulled his (obviously bikini) briefs down under his balls. By that time it was a really nice, thin, 6-7" cock with a flared mushroom head ... and all that skin !!!!! I turned toward him and he moved forward to touch them tip-to-tip and he rubbed slightly as he deposited a drop of pre-cum on my own slit. As he then backed away, there was a silver string linking the two heads, before it broke and dropped away.
About that time we heard the guy in the stall slapping the toilet paper and getting ready to wipe-off and leave (at least I hoped so). Trying to `cover things as best I could', I moved over to the right-side urinal, so the guy coming out had a different picture than when he came in.
Sure enough... he came out of the stall and did a quick rinse, wiping his hands on his pants rather than trying to use the blow-dryers.
As soon as he was out the door, my latino buddy backed up and turned to me again.
"You like?" he asked.
"You bet your sweet ass .. mmmm... cock, I do !!" I responded.
"You let me fuck?" he continued.
"Ohhhhhh... Yeahhhhh... you fuck me, right?"
There were those delectable inches poking out in front of me ... and all I could think was how much I wanted to feel them sliding up through my man-hole.
"Here," he said as moved to the back stall.
I followed him in and closed the door, hanging my jacket and cap over the top corner of the door so that it indicated that the stall was in use, as well as covering the crack so no one could look in without some effort.
Now having been a Boy Scout (which, in my mind, has always been a great "training ground for gays" ... has been, is, and will be ... regardless of their attitude), I believe the slogan/motto "Be Prepared" .. and just happened to have a condom and sachet of lube in my pocket.
I didn't hesitate. I handed the condom to my new fuck buddy and then squeezed the lube onto my hungry hole, as I leaned over the toilet -- my hands flat on the back wall and my ass right there for him.
"Si, gringo," he muttered, "you like my pinga?"
"I like it better when it's shoved in there!" I replied.
"Si... hold the top of your head... I don't want it to go all the way through!" he laughed.
...and with that, he sidled up behind me, ran his cockhead up and down my crack a couple times, then finally decided he found the treasure and punched his way in. Luckily because of its smaller girth, it went right in. No pain. Just sudden pleasure!!
All I could do was moan and push back. I wanted every little bit of that cock inside me!!! Then he started to fuck... And OMG!!!! What a fucker that boy turned into!! He rode me slow and deep, he rode me short and rabbity, he just kept plowing my ass in every mode/method know to man (at least those men who like ass).
About that time we heard the door open and he slowed down -- just giving me little jabs to keep us `in time' ...but no vocals. I heard the guy at the urinal and from the sounds of it, he had a definite "fireman's hose" ... too bad I couldn't see it, I might have had to holler for "seconds" !!!
Anyway, he was there for at least a full minute (guess he really had to go) before I heard his zipper being pulled up and he did a quick wash (again, no dry) before the door opened and closed.
My latino buddy then started to really get into it.
"Fuck, gotta get my rocks before someone else comes in," he whispered.
"Go for it, babe," I replied. "Scramble my fuckin' brains!!!"
As he drove that sleek piston in and out of me, all I could do was imagine the skin being played over his bullet-nosed cock!!! Uncovering the head as he pushed in and then picturing the same skin covering his cock-head as he pulled back out and my ass gripped and squeezed that loose sheath of his organ. There is just something incredibly fuckin' hot about that skin and how it covers and uncovers that sleek, pinkish blue, soooooo smooth cock-head.
With that he began to pound me like a freakin' diesel engine gone wild!!!
"Ohhhhhhhh... Unnnnnngggggghhhhhh... OOooooohhh, yeahhhhh, babeeeeeee... It's gonna cum! It's gonna cum!!!! Awwwwwwwwwwww, fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!' .. then he slammed into me as deep as he could as he arched back and I felt his cock swell and jerk and throb inside me. I knew he was cumming!!!! And I grabbed my cock and on about the third jerk, I shot a wad all over the wall behind the toilet!!
Slowly he leaned over my back and just held himself there for a minute, recovering.
"Sorry, papi," he muttered, "but I gotta get back on the road."
"me too," I growled. "me too."
With that, he slipped out of me, backed up, removed the condom and tossed it into the toilet ("the `pan' for you UK guys!).
I straightened up (no pun) and pulled my boxer briefs and jeans back up.
"Thanks," I said as he was already unlocking the door and starting to leave.
"Nada," he said with a big smile.
When I left the `cottage', I also had a big smile... as I headed for my car.
As I drove on north, I just kept smiling at the earlier delight. It really was a pleasant interlude. ...and you would think that would "be enough" or "hold me" to later... but .. to me ... sex is eternal (that is, I would like it to be eternally happening over and over and over). So I didn't abandon the rest of my stops.
The next couple were pretty dull, although at one I did manage to be there as a bus-load of Canadians (Quebec, according to the license) stopped right at the same time. As I was heading to the rest room, I was suddenly engulfed in a crowd of young guys. This particular area has a long row of maybe 15 urinals with no shields. "oh boy!" I thought, "a `smorgasbourd' !!!" ... but what a disappointment. Those that didn't "cube" did the "hug porcelain" thing ... out of all that crowd, there wasn't a single visible cock !!!! Talk about frustration !!!!!
Then I got to the last of the areas on my trip ..
I just looked back in my directory and couldn't find any mention of the food-service guy, with whom I did spend a few interesting times. Maybe one of you will write and tell me if I have mentioned him before .. but let it be said that I had met him several times, until last fall when he wasn't there.
I spent several months (trips) hoping to find him again. He's a really nice guy. Nice smile... And a full 6-7 cut inches -- with nice Whoppers hanging down under. ..and, of course, married.
Anyway, I stopped there and did the `check out' without much luck, and as I was walking out of the men's room, ... well ... there he was!!
"Hey, guy," I sort of spluttered. "Where the hell you been?"
"Got assigned to another store for the past 8 months," he replied. Then he added, "Gotta run," and winked.
As I watched, he went directly into the men's restroom.
Doesn't take a rocket surgeon to figure that one out... So I followed him back in.
I found him in the back, end, cubicle, so I just pulled it out and went to the end urinal (in front of that stall). I looked over my shoulder and could see him through the door crack as he pulled down his trousers and briefs and started to slowly work on himself.
Oh, yes... I remember that nice 6+" of cut, flared-mushroom headed cock. And I remembered the last time we met and I got to jerk him to a mind-blowing orgasm. I'm not usually into "service" .. but somehow with this guy, I really didn't mind. Yeah, he's married and, although he apparently likes a bit of m4m, he is just afraid of what it could turn into.
I walked over and watched him through the crack as he slowly wanked and brought his cock up to standing. I motioned for him to open the door (it was locked at the time). Took a few tries, but he finally reached out and slid the latch. I walked in and started to stroke his cock for him, while I also reached behind me and latched the door again.
About that time, some guy came in to the room and took up his place at the urinal right across from us. We stood quietly while we heard his piss hitting the water. Then we heard the sounds of a couple of last-squeezes and he tucked it away and left for the sinks.
So I started to stroke him again.
Then to make it worse, some guy came in and closed himself into the stall next to us!! At that point, it got a bit more sticky.
"Meet me outside," he whispered to me.
We had already met out there before ... between the dumpsters and in a little storage shed. So I nodded, left the stall, and headed for my car.
When I got to my car, I drove around the back of the building to the area we had previously gone to, but there were a lot of long-haul trucks parked back there. It seemed to be "awfully busy" to me. There was even a tandem-trailer truck in the area right in front of me.
As I sat there looking in my rear-view mirror, watching to see my buddy appear, I saw several truckers moving around between the big rigs. Then I saw him coming my way.
...now... Note to you newbies ... If you pull into some guy's driveway for an online meet and get out looking side-to-side and whatever... You are being totally obvious!!! If, however, you get out carrying a folder, or tablet, or portfolio, you look like you are there "on business" -- not on "monkey business" !!! So I took that tactic. I got out of my car with a yellow pad and pen and followed him into the dumpster area. Now it looked like we were there for some kind of "business" .. and we were.. of the "monkey" nature!!!
Anyway... I followed him in and as we got out of sight behind the dumpsters, I reached down and groped his big handful.
About that time I heard the tandem just outside start up and begin to pull away.
"You got the key?" I asked, referring to the storage shed where we had once met.
"Yeah," he said.
"Let's go there.. less chance of someone stumbling on us," I continued.
"Okay," he replied, as he walked past me (still holding my yellow pad and pen in obvious view, and hoping anyone that might see us would figure I was either a salesman or a supervisor).
Unlocking and opening the door, we went into the shed.
As soon as the door was closed behind me, I reached out and groped that handful again.. and then began to unbuckle his belt and open his black trousers. I remembered that cock from before ... and the nice set of balls under it.
"Ummmmmmmmm," he muttered.
"Oh, yeah!" I verbalized.
"Yeah. You know where I want this!" I continued. "Remember the last time? Yeah, I bet you haven't forgotten that!"
He just smiled at me and let me pull his slacks and boxers down.
Then I turned around and bent over the shelf and workbench against the back wall.
"Fuck me!" I said -- simply and without any who-shot-john!! As I said it, I handed him another packet of lube and a rubber Yes, I keep a supply in my car
He didn't waste any time. He opened the foil and rolled the rubber on, then pulled the tab on the other little packet and squeezed the lube onto that oh-so-nice prick. Then he lined up and slowly shoved himself into me.
I just moaned as that heavy, throbbing, pile-driver slipped right on in. (I was, of course, a bit loose from earlier!) He stammered an "oh, fuck!" and he pushed it in to the pubes. I felt his balls swing forward and bounce against the back of my own.
He just stood there for a minute, buried balls deep in my ass. His hands were on my waist and I could just sense his pleasure as he felt the hot, caressing, soft wetness of my insides on his rampant cock. I knew I liked the feel of his turgid prong fully extended into my mancunt. Oh, yes!!! You know I was in `bottom heaven'.
Then he slowly started to withdraw and re-plunge his steel-hard dick in my chute. Somehow I got the idea that he never had such pleasure with his wife. Maybe it was just a fantasy (or wish?) on my part, but he did it with such total care.
Yeah... and it had only been about an hour and a half since that hot little latino stud had porked my hole... but this was soooooo different. This was a guy that really seemed to be giving as well as taking. I just leaned further forward and moaned again.
"Yeah, babe... Fuck that hole... Get your rocks off and make me feel sooo good!"
About that time he moved his hands from my waist to where he was reaching under my arms and holding my shoulders as he drove his fuckstick harder and deeper.
Silence for a minute ... then.. "Oh, fuck!!! That is sooooo good!!! Oh, baby!!!! I'm gonna fuck your brains into mush!!! Yeah... I'm gonna fuck you like you never had it before!!! Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk!!!!
The next thing I knew, he had moved his hands down and wrapped round me so that he was pulling tight on the front of my thighs, again driving his steel-hard saber into my hot willing scabbard. I was in heaven ... or hell ... or wherever such feelings were allowed!
I was bucking my ass back into him at every lunge. My ass muscles were grabbing hold and trying to literally suck his juices out of that throbbing straw. I was cursing the current need to `be safe'. I would so much rather feel it skin-on-skin, and then feel him really flood my guts with his molten man lava. He was sooo good and that would have simply made it that much better!!
"Give it to me, babe!!! Breed my ass!!! Fill me with your man goo !!! I growled.
Awwwwwwwww, mannnnnnn!!! That is soooo good. Awwwwwww, shittttttttt! I'm gonna cum!!! I'm gonna cummmmmm!!! Ohhh, fuck!!!! Here it cums!! Here it cums!!!!"
"Breed me, baby... yeah, breed me... give my your hot cum and swimmers," I nearly screamed.
"Oh, yeah !!!! Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!!!" he shouted. "It's gonna... It's gonna... Awwwwwwwwww, shittttttttttt!!!!" and he buried himself all the way and just held tight as I felt his cock swell and jerk and throb, and knew he was unloading a fucking firehose of cum into what should have been my guts.
He too leaned over my back and just lay there for a few minutes, his mancock still buried up my hole... but he then surprised the hell out of me as he kissed the back of my neck and whispered "when will you be back?"
As we stood up, his shrinking cock slipping free, I just smiled at him and said, "not soon enough, I think."
Then we pulled up our pants and buckled up and walked out. I, of course, had my yellow pad and pen in my hand as we walked out -- me walking a little funny and trying to keep my ass juices from dripping out of my very, well-fucked hole.
So... There I was .. another 25-40 miles or so to go ... but with a big smile on my face, and thinking... did I just `convert' another married guy???
Hope you enjoyed this story ... if you did, let me know CNJShore9@aol.com