Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 16:40:30 EDT From: Jake C Subject: A Night on the Road I never intended to look for action as I walked towards the rest-stop men's room no, I was just looking to take a man-sized piss and be on my way. I had been driving non-stop for ten hours, and my destination was less than an hour away, where a warm bed and a hot man awaited. It was small compared to other facilities I'd seen-just two urinals and a single stall separated by a flimsy partition with a small glory hole. There was someone in the stall, but I couldn't see much from my vantage point at the far urinal. As I started to zip up and leave, I heard the guy in the stall clear his throat, and when I turned towards the stall, I noticed that the glory hole was now occupied by about six inches of veiny, hooded cock. A small drop of precum hanging from the edge of the wrinkled foreskin caught the light, and I stepped towards the stall to take a closer look. When I was about to take it in my hand, he pulled back and whispered for me to come into the stall, and as I closed the stall door behind me, I noticed him sitting on the toilet. He was young, maybe 20 or 21 at most, with rumpled clothes and a dark five-o'-clock shadow that suggested he had been on the road for a while. His dark green eyes peeked out from under the shadow of a worn baseball cap, and his thick pink lips formed a hint of a smile. The cock I had seen through the hole stood at full attention from a thick bush of dark pubic hair, dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum down the veiny shaft. Almost instinctively, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hand. I was immediately overwhelmed by his scents sweaty balls that had spent hours cooped up in his wet Jockeys, a few stray droplets of piss that had landed in his pubic hair, and just a hint of funky ass that arose from between his hairy legs. I noticed a pungent aroma coming from the foreskin nipple, and slid the skin back to find its source. His massive cockhead glistened with pre-cum and bits of cockcheese, and the musky cockscent that was once just a hint now filled the cramped stall. I licked his cockhead until it shined, and then grabbed his muscular hips and forced his cock into my mouth. As I worked his thick meat, he moaned almost non-stop, occasionally grunting "Suck my meat, dude" or "Eat my cock". His noises, combined with the wet slurping sounds of my mouth on his pole, were almost deafening in the small room, and though anyone else in the room would have immediately known what we were doing, I could have cared less. I begin pumping his cock with my hand in time with my sucking, and the increasing flow of precum made it clear that his load was not long in coming. Abruptly he stood up from the toilet. Grabbing me by the arms, he seated me in his place, and stood before me, shucking his remaining clothes. His sweatshirt came off to reveal rounded pecs and a flat tummy, both covered with a substantial coating of dark, straight hair. As he turned and dropped his Jockeys, his beautifully rounded ass, covered with the same dark fur as his chest, winked at me invitingly. By that point, my cock was practically tearing through my jeans, and I quickly undressed, leaving us both naked and throbbingly hard. He again pushed me down on the seat, and before I could react, he had straddled my hips and pushed his ass down onto my cock. I felt my cockhead move through the forest of ass-hair and bump up against his sticky hole, and with one quick shove I was inside of him. As he moved his ass up and down on my cock, I leaned down and began to suck on the tiny nipples that protruded from his chest hair, and then let my tongue roam into his fragrant pits. We rocked together almost as a unit, pouring sweat onto each other, smelling the man-scents that rose around us like a fog. As I felt his hole tighten on my cock, I pulled his head down to mine, and roughly forced my tongue into his mouth, which smelled of cigarettes, beer, and desire. I could hear the slippery noises made by his wet, funky foreskin as his hand stroked it faster and faster, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. His ass suddenly clamped down on my cock as globs of his thick, white sperm blasted all over me, plastering down my chest hair. After a moment, he rose off my cock, stood up, and began to dress, and as I watched in amazement, he tipped his cap and left the stall, leaving me with a unfulfilled hard-on scented by his ass-juices. Using his load as lube, I beat myself off and soon spewed what was probably the largest load of my life on my legs, my chest, the stall walls, and virtually everywhere else. When the spasms had at last ended, and I was once again able to breathe, I wiped up the mess with my discarded shorts, and made my way out into the night, out to roll for one last hour. Our scents lingered on those shorts for months, and even though they have faded over the last few years, I still take them out of their hiding place from time to time and smile at the memory. Having a wonderful man to share your life with is a great thing, but everyone is entitled to a special secret or two. If you like this, e-mail me: jakefl@hotmail.com 2000 Jake L Prod.