ROAD SEX By Mike Austin
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Sometimes I venture to those outlet malls that are common along many interstates. While the real validity of their savings is questionable, I have found shopping there often productive from bored married men who have accompanied their wives, girlfriends or relatives to those havens of The Big Save. On a recent trip to the mall up near Conroe, TX, I discovered that the current pandemic had decimated the mall with only about 10% of the stores even open. I took the dearth of customer traffic to my advantage and was able to stroll through the few stores open that were of interest and I made several purchases. What I really scored was not a frustrated husband, boyfriend or relative, but a maintenance guy. He was stuffed in a 4 wheeler/golf cart hauling some air filters about the property and had entered the closed location adjacent to the men's cologne store I was leaving. He was mid 30s, about 5'10", brown hair, hairy chest revealed atop his uniform shirt and a nice bulge in his uniform pants. I swallowed and asked if he needed a hand unloading the filters, which produced a bewildered look from Jerry, per the name badge, and a big grin followed by "thanks but no sir, I got it". I sat in my truck, waiting and in a short period, Jerry emerged and entered the cologne store with a handful of filters, then repeated the exercise for the remaining two stores in that retail island. I watched as he exited the last store, and stared at me with some inquiry then relocated his golf cart to the next island and set of stores. He paused long enough for me to see him round the corner of the 1st retail store and as I relocated my truck, saw the high sign at the end of the awning row, "Rest Rooms". Jerry was unseen and I quickly determined I needed to pee; exited my truck and headed for the men's room. I stepped inside from the oppressive heat to find a loud exhaust fan running but an equally powerful air conditioner vent cooling the largely tile room. Jerry stood at a vertical urinal dick in hand and glanced my way as I turned past the wall and into the open restroom. I cruised him hard. He leaned back an inch or two revealing more of his semi-hard. I glanced to the toilet stalls and saw they were empty, entering the first one and leaving the door ajar. In a flash Jerry stood inside the open stall's doorway, his hardening dick out from his fly. The first stall was a handicapped stall and therefore oversized and provided ample room for the pair of us. Jerry unbuckled, opened his fly and produced a heavy 8" thick cock, protruding from a dense brown crotch. I dropped to a squat, he stepped forward and feds me his dick. I sucked rapidly until he advised, "you can slow down, no one's around to bother us" and I did as suggested. My deep throating got him settled into a good face fuck scene. The blow job must have lasted at least 15 minutes, then I felt him tense up, his knees lock and "gonna blow" announced his pending orgasm. There was no clue to this being a regular event for him, or whether he had cum today or 4 days ago. All I knew was that he shot a throat full of sperm and kept at it afterwards. I asked about a second round, but he declined due to his amount of work. He did suggest I visit again on Wednesdays as it was a slow day and he had more freedom. I made a note of that and for the next two months made Wednesday trips up the interstate to the outlet mall. Each trip was productive. The last one, Jerry told me he was being transferred and would no longer be available. I thanked him again, wished him well and we parted ways. On a recent trip up to Dallas, I did make a stop at the rest room, actually to pee, and recall the fine cum loads Jerry had fed me those couple of months. I drove around the premises and found a golf cart, but the maintenance guy was preoccupied and I had no option to lure him to that rest room for a blow job.
Just a note that Road Sex doesn't always have to be with truckers or on the highway. Road Sex can happen where you find it and I try to stay alert for a horny dick wherever I travel. Thanks for reading my short recap. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed sharing these tales with you.