Hey, guys ... thought this series was about ended .. but another situation happened and I just have to tell (brag?) about it ...
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Pit Stops #7
There I was, again heading north toward Albany from mid-NewJersey. Of course I was stopping at every rest area to check out what might be hanging out in the t-rooms...and I must admit -- for a Monday afternoon -- there was a lot of meat in the display cases. Some too young, some too old, and some "just right" !!! (Okay, so call me `Goldilocks')
The one good spot on the GSP (Garden State Parkway in New Jersey) was just "too busy" for any good meating. Was only in there for a few minutes and the place was wall- to-wall with guys trying to get you to move so they could get in on any action. Oh, well.
When I got to the NY Thruway, however, things got better. Not so many people. As usual, I went into the first of the several rooms in the men's area. Did have a nice young guy with a peeler' (peeled his uncut skin back to clear the way for his piss slit to have open access to the urinal) right next to me -- and not trying to hide it. Damn!! That turns me on!!! Everyone else had hands and/or porcelain blocking any view. As the young'n finished, he slid that skin back and forth a few times and let me have a total view of what he was doing. (As I was leaving, I saw him get on the bus with the Quebec license. Now I knew why he was a peeler'. They don't do the quick-after-birth cut that we do here.)
However...anyway... I didn't quit the place yet after I finally shook and tucked. I went to the far end of the sinks and saw a guy in the last of the urinal areas standing there.
Normally, guys go there and `hide everything' -- that's why they go all the way down to that other room -- but this guy had his cock hanging out where it was in full view from the mirror over the sink where I was washing my hands. I turned and looked down at him, and he actually shook his cock for me. ...and what a cock!!! It had to be six, thick, cut inches soft. He was holding it in his right hand and it went a couple inches out from his jeans, and then hung down over the edge of his hand. He flopped it around again as I looked. The head was nicely flared and really matched the wide shaft that was there.
I went over to the paper towel dispenser and grabbed a handful and dried my hands, standing where I could look directly at him. He shook it at me again. So...what would you do?? I walked in and took up the urinal 2 down from him and pulled my cock out.
By then he was starting to `fluff up' a bit. The 6 inches was going to 7 and standing a bit more out from his hand. I stroked mine and backed away so he could see it.
He started stroking his while watching the sinks to be sure that no one else was watching. It grew a bit more ... as did mine!!!!
He was a short stocky guy in jeans and a t-shirt. Definitely one of the truck drivers that pull in there. He had one of those large chests, large arms, and no ass at all. His jeans ran straight down from his belt to his thighs. No bubble at all. But damn !!! was he hung !!!! We looked at each other and stroked our cocks toward each other. There was no question that the `connection' was made. The only thing now was how and where.
With a quick smile at me, he managed to tuck that baby away and went to the sinks. I followed and went to the one next to him. He looked over at me again and nodded his head. I nodded back. Then he walked out.
When I walked out, I found him standing not far outside the door. I walked over to him and asked "You got a rig out there?"
"Yeah... but it's a day hauler...no sleeper." He replied. "But, there's the handicap room right over there."
As many times as I had been in that service area, I had never noticed the separate handicap restroom. (yes, I know... I have used one at another area up the road .. with that food service guy.. but I never saw this one before.)
"Okay," I said, "you bring that big fuckin' cock in there!" and I moved over and went into the handicap room.
When I walked in, I left the door unlocked and I found a curtain that could be drawn around the toilet, so I pulled it around me and waited.
About a minute later, I heard the door open and I looked around and saw my `new friend' closing the door and locking it behind him.
As soon as he was inside, he unzipped his fly and pulled the `monster' out. It was still a bit flaccid and maybe 7". I reached down and started to stroke it as it continued to grow. By the time he was really hard, it was a definite 8+" and throbbing to my touch.
Damn!! It just looked so tasty. So I bent over and put my face next to it. I did the usual `smell test' and found it to be quite clean. You could smell his morning's shower soap as well as the odor of a hot man's cock. Didn't take much convincing. I opened my mouth and slipped my lips over that big head.
He grabbed my head with his hands on both sides and pushed his cock a little deeper into my mouth.
"Ungggghhhh," he muttered as he gripped my head.
I was running my tongue around and around his head, and then dug it into his piss slit hoping for a little nectar. Apparently he was not a `leaker', but that didn't stop me. I wanted to get some response.
I worked my tongue and my lips and my suction and pretty soon had him moaning and starting to thrust his cock in and out of my lips.
"Oh, yeah!!! Oh, fuckkkkk, yeah!!!" he started to mutter. (quietly enough that no one outside could hear) "Oh, yeah, babe... Suck that cock!!" ...and I did.
Then I decided I wanted more.
I whispered to him, "sit down on the toilet."
For whatever reason, he didn't question or argue, he just moved over and sat down with his cock sticking right up from his lap.
"Pull your jeans down," I ordered.
I'm not sure whether he knew what was coming, or he just complied, but he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his legs along with his plaid boxers.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a condom and a packet of lube (yes, I was a Boy Scout...and I am always "prepared").
"You want it?" I asked, as I held out the condom.
"Hell no!!!" he replied. "I'm `clean'."
Bending over a bit, I unbuckled my belt and opened my cargo shorts and lowered them, careful to keep them from falling all the way to the floor as I stepped out of them. Hanging them on a hook by the toilet, I opened the lube and squeezed some of out onto my fingers. I then slipped them into my crack, moving them back and forth and all over my winking pucker.
Then I turned around, my back to him, and straddled his lap. Reaching under me I found his ragingly hard cock and aimed it up. Then I began to lower myself and rocked my ass until his spongy, hard-rubber tip was right at my tightly closed hole. I pushed back and felt his cock tip pressing against my resisting sphincter.
It reminded me of my teen days. When that hot varsity tackle used to be sitting on the stool in my bathroom at home as I slid my hungry hole over his six, fat, wide headed, inches of cock.
He started to automatically push up to get inside, but I lifted away and told him "let me control it. I've had one as big as you before, but it takes getting used to."
Slowly I started to sink back against his throbbing, pre-cum slicked head. I reached behind me on both sides and pulled my ass cheeks as far open as I could, and backed down a bit more. Just then I relaxed and pushed out and I felt that big head slip past my ring of muscle and enter my velvety, slick, warm interior.
"Awwww fuck!!" we both uttered as he breached my sphincter. Then I settled down slowly, my cheeks still spread wide, to get him all the way in. When I felt his pubes scratching against my ass cheeks and crack, I knew I was there.
Reaching under my balls with my fingertips, I could feel his cock where it entered my stretched hole...and I began to rock forward then backward.
"Awwwww fuck!!!" he repeated. "Awwwwwwww fuckkkkkk that's good!"
"Yeah, baby... you fuck that hole for me!!" I stammered.
I was riding 8 inches of pure manhood glory. I was in heaven number seven!!!
It only took a couple minutes and then he was pushing up to meet my backward/downward moves. I could feel his wonderful surging monster as it spread my insides apart and drove deeply in and up. My imagination was working overtime as I pictured that soft yet rigid pipe as it played inside me. I imagined it swelling and then erupting its pearly white cream all over the walls of my chute. I began to rock faster and he began to pump harder.
"Awwwwww fuckkkkk... that is sooooooo good!!" he started to whisper in my ear.
Then he grabbed me around my chest and started to really pound up into me.
"Yeah! Yeah!! Ohhhhhhh fuckkkk yeahhhhh!!!" he moaned.
The next thing I knew, I was standing and bent forward, holding onto the sink, and he was standing behind me, holding my hips, as he plowed my ass like it was his first shot at pussy. (yes, I knew he was not gay and had definitely had more than his share of pussy, but also knew that I probably wasn't his first tight, male, ass either)
As he pistoned into me, I was equally backing my ass onto his more-than-adequate cock. I could feel him shoving his way into my bowels and teaching them how a good fuck could be and feel. Every now and then his head stroked my hard little nut and I would moan.
"Oh, yeah, guy!!! Fuck my ass!!! Pound that big cock into me!!!" I kept repeating in a whisper. I didn't want anyone outside to hear.
And he did just that. He pounded harder and harder. He didn't give an inch. He just kept shoving all eight inches into me right up to his tight bunch of curlies!!! In this position his balls were now swinging forward at the end of each thrust and slapping against the backside of my own.
Moving his hands up and onto my shoulders, he began pulling me back against his cock as he lunged forward. He was going to make sure he was buried all the way to the hilt.
My mind had gone into outer space... I was just the `other half' of a fucking machine. Could it get any better??? I sure as hell didn't think so.
Then he started to groan and stammer. As he slammed into me he started to become less rhythmic and was now rotating his hips so that his cock was like a big spoon, stirring around inside me. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!! Awwww, shittttt... it's gonna cum! It's gonna cum!!!"
I just reached back behind us and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. I started to flex my inner muscles to bring him over the brink.
"Yeah, babe... send that juice up my ass... breed my chute...send that cum into me!!!"
"Oh, yeah!! Oh, yeah!! Here it cums!!! Here it cums!!!" as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed himself in to new depths. "Awwwwwwwwww, yeahhhhhhh!" he shouted.
Then he froze and I felt his cock swell and harden even more inside me. It began to jerk and pulse and throb as it unleashed his stored up spooge into my depths. I could actually feel the warmth as his cum white-washed my colon ... again and again and again. Let's just say that the volume of cum more than matched the size of that organ pipe.
By then I was totally bent over the sink and he just collapsed on my back.
Reaching down under myself, I grabbed my own throbbing cock and began to pound it with fury. It only took a few seconds and I was unloading my own jizm onto the floor under the sink.
Lifting himself off me slightly, "Holy, fuck!" he muttered. "You have one hell of an ass!"
"Thanks," I said. "And you have one hell of a cock! You sure know how to make that ass feel so good!"
With that he reached under my t-shirt and stroked my nipples and chest.
"Thank you!" he said. Then he backed away, pulling a still large, but flaccid cock from my hole with a slight `plop'.
"Wow!' he said as he grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped himself off. Then he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and got ready to leave.
"Stay behind the curtain," he instructed as he moved to the door. "I'll lock it behind me."
...
And that's what he did. He opened the door and walked out, reaching behind him to lock the door as he pulled it closed behind him.
I waited a minute or so and then I walked out. No one was there and no one noticed.
I'm going to have to remember that the next time.
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