Rest Stop

I walked into the Preble rest stop with great intention and focus -- it had been too long a drive and too much coffee and too many miles between rest stops. If I didn't piss in the next 30 seconds I was going to lose it and soak my pants good. I walked up to a urinal two down from the only other guy in the place, unzipped and let it rip. It had been close -- my eyes were tearing up I had to go so bad. It was a major relief.

After about 15 seconds of release I let out a breath of air and stepped back a couple inches. At least now I could think. I had been looking at my dick and my piss and not really noticing the guy down from me a bit. I kind of turned my head slightly toward him just to see who I was in there with.

Turns out the guy was pretty hot -- thin younger guy with black hair. Without being too obvious, my eyes drifted down to his dick in his hand. He was also standing away from the urinal a bit. At that point I don't think he was peeing, just holding his dick. It kind of blew my mind -- first of all he was huge and clearly chubbed out, second his dick was bent, curving down instead of straight out.

I was still emptying out my bladder and feeling that relief but suddenly all I could think of was what it would be like to have that dick down my throat. Despite my active pissing my dick was starting to swell.

I breathed in and turned my face back to the urinal and the wall -- trying to control my thoughts -- I didn't want to end up with this huge hard on right there. It stayed under control long enough for me to finish up. I squeezed the last stream of piss out and breathed back in. My heart was still racing and my thoughts were going nuts.

I turned my head back toward the guy, just to get one more look, maybe something to jerk off about in one of the stalls.

His dick was still in his hand and looked even bigger than before. Our eyes met. I wanted to look away, like I was afraid he would call me out, maybe call me a fag or beat me.

But clearly he wanted something and I did not want to miss it. I kept looking at him. I'm sure I couldn't have kept my desire from coming through even if I wanted to. I bit my lower lip and kept my swelling dick in my hand. He was lightly stroking his own cock now and I was beyond turned on watching him. My fear said look away. Thank God my desire said don't, and I didn't.

Looking at me, his eyes going from my eyes and then down to my dick and back again, holding my gaze, he jerked his head to the individual stalls area. Not even thinking about it I found myself nodding my head yes and stroking my own dick. We were still alone.

The restroom and three stalls, two were next to each other with the standard walls and door about 6 feet high and a foot or so off the floor. The third one was like its own room -- it had the standard metal door, but the stall itself was a wall to ceiling cinder blocks.

He half placed his dick in his pants and walked over to the more isolated stall. I semi secured my own dick in my pants and followed him over.

He walked into the stall and I was right behind him. After I got into the stall he reached around and shut and latched the door behind us.

It was only then I got a good look at his face. He was hotter than I thought. Probably around 20, he had an olive complexion and a light, almost wispy few-day beard. His eyes were deep brown and his lips soft and not too wide. Looking at him I just wanted to kiss him, feel is tongue in my mouth. Being this close to him I could smell him too. He was a smoker and smelled like smoke. He also had a hot musky body odor of maybe a couple days between showers. I was just frozen in his presence.

He looked me in the eyes and half smiled. I guess he also liked what he saw. I'm in my 30s a runner with a tall thin athletic frame. I've got brown hair that's going grey prematurely and a full beard.

My back was to the toilet with him in front of me. He reached up both his hands to my shoulders and pushed me down onto the toilet. I was eye level with his crotch. His pants unzipped with that hot dick bulging and raging just behind one layer of fabric.

I did not hesitate. I probably could not have anyway but I would have hated myself for the rest of my life if I did. I put my mouth on his bulge through the fabric of his jeans and quickly undid his pants. He caressed the back of my head and moaned softly. I lifted his shirt up and rubbed my hand up his stomach. His mid-section was flat with a pleasure trail of soft black hair leading into his pants. I unbuttoned his jeans down below his boxer briefs and then I pulled down his briefs. Before I could get his underwear down I was almost overwhelmed by the smell of musk and body odor pouring in waves out from his crotch. It was both offensively strong and intoxicating. I inhaled deeply -- deeply enough almost to cough in response but only wanting more.

"Fuck," I said softly.

I pulled down his briefs. He was incredible. He had a full hard on and a dick that was at least 8 inches and huge balls. His dick looked huge enough, and even with that probably looked smaller than it was because it was curved down at such an extreme angle. He was uncut but that didn't matter now, so hard his dick head had grown fully past his foreskin. He had dark black pubic hair and that scent of musk that cloyed at every corner of my mind.

I bent my head down and took his dick into my mouth. He was dripping precum and, before taking his dick too deeply into my mouth I milked his shaft for more precum, it was substantial and salty. His dick tasted like it smelled but somehow cleaner and dirtier at the same time. I felt like I was in heaven.

I started sucking him, taking him about six inches into my mouth. The curve of his dick pushed his dick head down into my tongue and toward the back of my throat.

His hands were on either side of my head and I could hear him moan softly.

"Yeah, take that dick," he whispered gruffly.

As I sucked him his pelvis pushed his dick into my mouth - each time a little deeper until it was past my gag reflex and deep into my throat. Somehow his curve allowed me to swallow more of it than I thought I could. Finally he was holding my head and fucking my face, with his dick fully in my throat. It was all I could do to breathe through my nose. There was a violence to it and it was turning me on like crazy.

"Take that full dick, bitch. Fuck."

At one point I had to pull back but I caught my breath and went back at it. I had my hands on his hips and ass. I ran my hands over his hairy legs. Time stopped for me -- I just wanted him to fuck my throat. I wanted to keep taking it. A the same time I desperately wanted to feel him cum, to fill up my mouth and throat with, what I was imagining, was a huge hot load.

My own dick was as hard as a rock in my pants.

After continued deep hot fucking of my mouth and throat for a while he pulled my head back by grabbing a fist full of my hair, pulling my head back and away from his dick so I was looking up at him. He looked down at me.

"Get up man."

I looked at him not knowing what to do. I didn't want to give up that dick before I made him cum.

"Bitch, I said get up," he said softly in a deep voice and pulled me up, again by the hair on the back of my head. He looked me in the eyes. "No man, we aren't finished."

He forcibly turned me around so I was facing the toilet and he was behind me. He reached around to the front of my pants and undid my belt, unzipped my pants, lowered them and pulled my boxer briefs down. He grabbed my waist with one hand and with his other pushed on my back to move my face forward and down toward the toilet, my ass pushed out behind me.

I heard him spit, he hacked up a gob of phlegm and spit into his hand. I could feel him pour and wipe it into the crack of my ass and finger my hole with it. First he pushed one finger into my asshole, then he spit again, this time right onto my ass crack, then two fingers in and out. Then I could feel his dick head rubbing against my hole.

"You were made for this dick."

He pushed his cock into my asshole. At first it was just a couple of inches, and that was enough to make me gasp. I actually lost my breath. He stood behind me and paused for a moment. Then he started fucking me slowly. Each time he pushed his cock in and out of my ass more deeply. I gasped and whimpered softly each time. It was painful but also beyond hot.

He had his hands around my waist as he fucked my ass and pushed himself deeper into my hole. Eventually, his entire dick was in my ass. Because of his curve he had pushed my head down so my ass was way high. I had both hands on the toilet seat and it was all I could do from keeping my head away from the interior bowl. His dick went in and down into my ass. He was fucking deep and in a way I had never felt before.

"Fuck, God, fuck," I said as quietly as I could -- it was not possible for me to be entirely silent. "Fuck me, fuck."

He grabbed my hips harder and started fucking me faster. It hurt to the point I wanted him to stop but at the same time I wanted him to keep fucking me.

"Fuck man, your hole is so fucking perfect. Fuck." His voice was a deep masculine whisper of intensity.

He continued to pound my ass. Fucking me deep. I could feel his breathing increase. He continued to moan and the pitch of his voice was filled with a depth of pleasure and vulnerability that drove me crazy.

"Fuck man... fuck man. Fuck, I'm gonna cum man."

"Oh fuck oh please, please fill me up." I was losing my mind.

He pounded me faster and then he stopped hard and deep in my ass, his breathing was rapid and I could feel his dick head pulsing cum deep in me as he pushed himself as in deeply as he could. His groin and pelvis slapped to my ass intentionally planting his seed deep

"Oh fuck oh fuck," he said breathlessly. "fuck."

He pounded me a couple more times - each time pushing his dick as deep as possible into my ass, pumping his load more firmly into me.

He stopped with his dick in my ass and leaned down on me. His arms around my chest, pulling himself into my back and me into his chest, with his dick firmly and deeply in my ass. I could feel his heart pounding and his breathing rapid and then slowing. I'm sure he could feel the same with me.

After a minute or so he breathed hard and then released his arms from around me. He stood up and pulled his dick from my ass. It was like I lost a part of myself. I could feel some of his cum dripping down my leg.

I stayed bent over the toilet while I heard him zip his pants and refasten his belt. He caressed the back of my head with his hand and slapped my ass, not gently. He slapped it again, even harder. I heard the door to the stall open and close as he left. I heard the door to the restroom open and close. He was gone.

I stayed bent over for a few minutes and ran my hands up my inside my thigh to my ass and to my asshole. My fingers were covered in his cum and brought them to my nose and then to my mouth. I can only describe it is smelling and tasting like cum. I ate it hungrily. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I was euphoric.

Finally I straightened up. My dick was still hard but it felt anti-climactic to cum right then. I pulled up my boxer briefs smiling as I felt them get wet from the cum from in and around my asshole. I intended to keep his load in my ass all night. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my shirt and fastened my belt. I took a breath and walked out of the stall toward the exit of the bathroom.

I had never felt so satisfied in my life. And I only wanted more.