Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 22:07:53 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Pit Stops #5

Wow! .. suddenly I find more material than I can handle !!!
and I'm writing one after another ..   Hope it meets
`standards' .

The following is a story about consentual sex between two
adult men.   If you are underage (18, I suppose), or in a
geo-political area that prohibits such fare, or you are
offended by sexually explicit tales of man-to-man
relationships  . please locate that "back" button, or click
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Otherwise read on . and, I certainly hope, enjoy !!!

By the way .. this one may ought to be named "Pit Stops 5 .
a, b, and c", as you will see.


PIT STOPS     Part 5


Well, here I was on the highway once again. this time I was
down in Virginia and was going to be there for a few weeks,
so I was doing my thing of checking out the local rest areas
on the different highways out and around Alexandria and
Fairfax.

It was summertime still, so there was quite a bit of traffic
`going thru' - heading, I guess, down to the Carolinas or
over toward Kentucky and Tennessee; and that, of course,
made the "window shopping" pretty good - at least in volume,
if not quality.

As it turned out, there was one area about 30 miles from
where I was staying that had a very interesting set-up.  The
main `food court' area was pretty common - with probably
five or six different vendors and a common eating area, plus
a gift shop, etc..

However, the men's room was petty different from most I've
encountered.  It was shaped much like the greek letter `pi'
- you know.the shape.like a rudimentary house. two vertical
walls and a flat roof.  As you came in, you were on the
upper (horizontal) stroke where there were a row of sinks
(and mirrors) to your left, and to your right were the two
legs - each having a row of urinals along one wall, and a
row of toilet stalls along the other.  Best yet, the urinals
had no privacy shields, and they were the floor-mounted type
(like a seatless toilet or bidet), so the user couldn't "hug
porcelain" and hide things very easily.  You had no choice
but to stand back and, unless you were at the far end where
you could turn toward the back-end wall, you pretty much had
`your wares on display' (sort of reminiscent of the old
`trough urinal').   With this layout, if you positioned
yourself right in the top room, you could be at a sink (and
mirror) and see into one or the other toilet rooms - and see
what was `hanging out'.

I had stopped in there several times in the first few days I
was in the area.and had made full use of the layout to check
out some good cock being put on display.  Yet so far, no one
had done anything to indicate `interest' and so I figured
that I had `struck out' -- but my hands were sure clean !!!!
as were my glasses, etc..

Anyway, I decided to stay away for a while before someone
began to recognize me.  So I didn't go back until the next
weekend.  That time, as I walked thru the food court area, I
saw two guys standing there talking.  Both were wearing
black slacks and white shirts.  There was just something in
their demeanor that made me think they worked there at one
of the vendors, and the mode of dress made me also think
they were probably managers.  One of them was about 6'2",
nice looking, probably nearing 45, and wearing a wedding
band.  The other was no more than 5'6", very latin looking,
30's, and cute as hell (and I couldn't see his left hand).

I really hesitated going further, thinking (in my usually
paranoid mind) that perhaps they had seen me before and I
could end up in serious trouble; but, I really had to piss
(really), so I went on into the men's room and turned right
into the first of the `toilet legs'.

I took up the next-to-last urinal and `unfurled'.  Let's
face it.  I'm not much of a handful when I'm soft (3 inches
or so), but it works.  Anyway, as I am emptying 2 quarts of
the last 16oz soda I drank, guess who walked in.  Yep, Mr.
6'2".  And he positioned himself at a sink and mirror that
gave him a direct view to me.  I looked over toward him and
from his face I did not see any hostility or something that
would make me feel he was trying to `get me' .  rather I got
a totally different impression.  I think he was liking what
he saw.  So, without being obvious - there were several
other guys at the urinals to my right - I made sure that my
wares were visible.

As I watched, he moved away from the sink and out of sight,
but I heard the towel dispenser and knew that he was drying
his hands.  .but he didn't come back to view - and he would
have had to do so to go back out.  "well.well." I thought,
as I finished and tucked it away.  "I bet he's down in the
second room."

Going out to the sinks, I took one about midway so I could
just see into the second room.  As far as I could see then,
there was no one in there.   So I moved over two sinks and
had a good view into the room.  .and, yes, there he was,
standing next to the toilet stalls and rubbing his crotch.
..and what a nice one it seemed to be !!!

Turning back from the sink, I walked over to the towel
dispenser nearest that second area and quickly dried my
hands.  Then as no one else was actually in the sink area, I
moved into the second toilet area, and went over to the next-
to-last urinal there and `started the dance'.

I had pulled my cock back out and was trying to pretend to
piss, when he moved over to the last urinal and brought out
a very nice, very hefty, 5-or-so inches of cut manhood.  He
looked over at me and smiled.   This was definitely not a
`bust' !!!   Then he backed up and opened two of the toilet
stall doors (they open outward) creating a barrier of sorts
and stood there with his now growing cock hanging out..
Then he reached in and pulled out a pair of bull balls to
present the whole package.

I couldn't resist. I walked over and took a handful.  Damn!
Was that warm and soft to the touch!!!  .. But the place was
just `too public' .  so I pulled on it a few times and said,
"sorry.just too dangerous here" ..  tucked myself away and
slowly walked out.

As I walked back to my car, I was sooooo frustrated.  Here
was such an opportunity..but also such a danger.

When I got into my car, I looked up and guess who was right
in front of me!  I quickly cleared off my passenger seat to
make room, but he didn't come to the car.  Instead, he
walked out into the truck parking area.but kept looking over
his shoulder toward me.

I may be na‹ve at times, but that was definitely a "follow
me" kind of look.  As it was, I couldn't drive over the
curbs there .. so I drove around the building and, sure
enough, I saw him going into an area where there were a
couple of out-buildings and some dumpsters.  As luck would
have it, I was able to get to there - and there were parking
spaces (for RV's) right there, so I pulled into one.  He had
then disappeared behind a brick wall with some of the trash
bins.

Then I saw him back in there and he was looking at me.  I
got out of my car and went into where he was.  He smiled and
said "Nice day".  Oh, yeah.what a come on!!  So I said,
"Yes, it is."  Then he reached down and stroked himself
through his slacks.  I could see the shape of that meat
rocket outlined nicely against the material.  So I reached
over and touched it again.  This time he also reached over
and stroked me through my jeans.

But then, as fast as it got into gear, he put the brakes on.

"Sorry..but there is just too much traffic today.  It's too
busy." He said as he turned and started to walk away.

So I went back to my car and drove off.   Frustrated???
Damn!!! You better believe it !!!

Of course, I don't give up that easily!!

The next afternoon, I went back.   Sure enough . there he
was behind the counter at one of the food vendors.  As I
walked past, I was looking at him, and with that 6th sense
we seem to have, he looked up, saw me, but kept doing
whatever.   I went into the men's room.  Only this time, I
went directly into the second room.

Sure enough, about a minute later, there he was at the
sinks.  And then, there he was behind me in the last toilet
stall.  I turned and could see he had his cock out, stroking
it, through the crack in the door.  I walked over, pulled
the other stall door open to block the view from the sinks
and stroked myself on the other side of the crack.  I tried
to open the door, but he had it locked this time.

I leaned in close to the crack and whispered, "I hoped you'd
be here.  I'd sure like to get a chance to try that one
out."

About that time a bus load of tourists must have stopped,
because the whole men's room became filled, so I tucked away
and went to wash my hands.

This time I lingered a bit more and watched as the guy went
back to his station at the vendor, and whispered something
to the young teenager working there.   As I walked out the
door toward my car, I saw him coming out behind me.

We did the same as before. he walked over by my car, but
then headed out to the truck area and toward the dumpsters.

So I drove around the building and parked in the RV slot and
met him behind the brick wall.

Again we groped each other for a minute or so . and his
package felt soooo thick and hot.   I really wanted to get a
much closer examination of it - especially a good taste !!!
I think he was about ready, but then we heard the sounds of
one of the food vendor's kids rolling a large garbage cart
out toward us.  Well. that ended that.  AGAIN !!!!

As it was, I didn't get back there while I was in Virginia
that trip.  However, I just recently had to go back for a
few days.  So being one who never says "give up", I did
manage to drop into the place.  As I came through the food
court, there he was!  I looked.  He looked up.  .and. well .
there we were back in the second room on each side of the
stall door.

This time, however, he unlocked it, so I was able to open it
slightly and get a nice skin-to-skin handful!!  He just
said, "meet me outside."

This time I had already parked in the RV slot, so when I
walked to my car, I could see him coming from the other
direction.  The only problem was, it seemed to be as busy
there as it had been the past couple times.  Was it going to
be another frustration?

I soon found out.  This time, instead of going behind the
wall among the dumpsters, he walked to one of the out-
buildings, fished out a key from his pocket, opened the
door, and stepped in - leaving the door slightly ajar.

Expecting things could finally get interesting, I grabbed
the `fun kit' I keep in my car, got out and headed directly
to where he had gone in.   Taking a deep breath, I opened
the door, walked in, and closed it behind me.

He didn't turn, but kept pretending to be counting some
tiles or something.  Yeah! Right!

"Hi," I said.  (yeah, that's me.. the witty and wise
conversationalist)

"Nice day," he responded in his own witty repartee.

"I think it's going to be!" I answered.

"Me too," he said quietly.

With that he turned toward me and began to rub himself.

I walked over and moved his hand away as I began to rub that
burgeoning piece of manhood through his slacks.  I could
feel the tube of his shaft as it hung down along his left
thight and gradually thickened under my touch.  He was
obviously a boxer man.  No briefs would have allowed that
full-length hang.  I could also feel the protruding rim of
his glans which was nicely blunt and helmet-like.

"I see you found `a way'.." I added.

"Yep.  been hoping you'd come back through."

"Bet you say that to `all the boys'," I added.

"No..  I don't.  I'm married, you know.  and I'm Jerry"

"Yes, I saw the ring.and I'm Peter"

"But there was .. is. something about you that I find very
attractive and . I guess the word is .. I feel `safe' with
you."

"Well." I said, "let me put it this way.  Your body may not
be `safe' with me . but you are.  Now what?"

He didn't say anything.  He just started to unbutton his
shirt.

"No.  Let me do that," I said as I reached forward and took
the next button.  Then I pulled his shirttail out of his
slacks and got that bottom one so I could pull the shirt
off.  I put it carefully onto a hook on the wall and removed
his t-shirt as well.

This was no Adonis or gym rat . but damn!!! He looked
good!!!   Very nice shoulders and identifiable pecs
("identifiable" not "cut").and a nice little patch of
brownish, blonde hair in the middle.

He grabbed my hands and stopped me.  Then he put a hand on
each side of my head and pulled my face to his.  Our lips
met and I was stunned!!!   There was so much in what he did
.. and ..no.. I can't even describe it.  it was just
something I don't think I've ever before had happen.

His hands dropped from my head and his arms encircled me and
pulled me into him.  Our tongues began a battle for life, or
so it felt!   I look back now and I really believe that I
was the first man he had ever kissed, and it was something
deep inside him that finally found its freedom.

Slowly, he seemed to regain control.

Finally, he pushed me away ..only a little, and pulled my
crew-neck shirt over my head.  He was good . he got the
underlying tank top along with it !!!  So we were now bare
chest to chest.

He bent forward (I'm only 5'10" to his 6'2") and began to
munch on my neck and left ear lobe.   I could hear him
moaning in my ear, although I was by this point just
squeeking and mewling in response to his assault.  This was
a man that was totally starved for and in need of some
hearty man-to-man sex, and I was never one to say `no'
something as hot and heavy as this.

OMG!  You could never find this on the internet!!! Or
anywhere!!!  And there I was.. in real life and the one on
the receiving end.

Needless to say.as he was making love to my very top
portions.our middle parts were about to rip their own way
out of the intervening material.

Somehow I managed to gain enough brain-thought to reach down
and unbuckle his belt.  That somehow gave me the mental
awareness enough to also un-slip the slide fastener on his
slacks and unzip his fly.  Without any conscious thought, I
managed to also open my own belt and jeans, and push them
both down.

And there we were..  Raging boner to boner.

Well.it was time for the `experienced one' to take control
(sort of).  so I began to lower myself .  nibbling and
tonguing my way down through that sweet lap-blanket of chest
hair . past the navel.. and down through the treasure trail
to the bush of soft curly brown hairs atop his now 8" rigid
pole.

The tastes..the aromas.I was so damned excited I thought I
would explode all over.  My cock was so hard it hurt !  My
balls were hanging there but screaming for release!

I couldn't do anything else.  I just reached up and pulled
that star-pointing pole down to where I could get my lips
around it.  Thank goodness it wasn't that thick.  It was
really a nicely proportioned one.  And my mouth didn't have
to stretch too far.

The next thing I knew, I was sucking on that man-pole like a
baby on its mother's tit!!  It was just soooooo perfect!  It
was just soooooo wonderful!!

My right hand was still wrapped around its base and slowly
and carefully jerking that big, beautiful tube of manmeat.

By this point Jerry had fallen back against a work table and
was just speechless and, well, he was just quivering all
over.

I slowly backed off his throbbing pole, digging my tongue
into his wide open piss slit to capture any sweet nectar
that might be there.  On that blunt-ended cockhead, it was
like a trench, filled with delectable man goo.  I slurped it
and tongued it some more. Then I slid my lips and tongue
down the underside of his shaft and sucked his right ball
into my mouth.  His knees buckled and he had to hold himself
up on the worktable.

"Awwwwwwwww .  fuckkkkkkk!" he managed to exhale.  He was
apparently getting something he had never dreamed of
before!!  That, of course, kicked me into overdrive.  I'm
not a service-only cocksucker.  I need to feel that my
partner is really enjoying what is happening.  The better
his reactions, the better I feel.   .and believe me!!! This
was such an occasion.

I sucked and laved his right ball for several minutes before
I let it slowly slide out through my compressed lips.  Then
I attacked the left one!!  He just spasmed all over!! And
let out a groan that left no reasonable doubt as to what he
was feeling.  So I gave it the same thorough washing as I
had the right.  Then I slowly released that one and re-
traced my way back up the bottom of his shaft, heading for
that feeding trough slit that I just knew by now had to be
filled to the brim.  It was!!!  Oh, man!!   Could that guy
make sweet juices!!!

.and I had had all I wanted from that end .  so I grabbed my
`fun kit'.. opened the bottle of "Gun Oil", applied it to my
own ass crack, took out a condom and as I pulled my mouth
off his cock, I rolled the condom on.

He looked down at me for a moment with an almost confused
expression.  Then I think he knew what was coming.

I backed off from facing his cock, turned around, and before
you could say "in here". I had backed up onto his cock and
he was definitely "in there" !!!

"Awwww fuccckkkkk!!!" he moaned again ..  Then he pushed me
forward, bending me over, and he began to pound my ass like
he had never had something like that before.  (and I don't
really think he had)..

"Awww fuck!  Awww fuck!  Awwww fuck!" he kept repeating.  He
was definitely into pounding my ass !!!

..and me. all I was saying was "Awwwww yesssss!  Awwwww
yesss!  Nnnnngh!!  Ohhhhhhhh.yesssss!!!"

If there is such a thing . this was the ass-f*kin "made in
heaven".  He was out of his mind. I was simply ecstatic !!!!
My cock was dripping puddles down into my shorts that were
still around my ankles.

Somehow I had managed to grab hold of the edge of workbench
by the door, otherwise I have no idea where I might have
landed.  Between his pounding and my weak knees.  I could
have ended up being impaled on that crowbar hanging on the
wall!!

Oh.holy fuck!! This guy had 30 years of stored up "I wanna
fuck that guy" inside him!!!  He was pounding me with that 8
inches of steel hard, re-bar flexible, cum-filled cock like
there was not going to be tomorrow - or ten minutes from now
!!!   I had activated a monster!!  But WOW!! What a grand
monster!  I don't think he knew any of the physiologies, but
about every other jam into me with that hard rubbery head
pounded my g-spot and sent me mewling and moaning into
further ecstacy.

Once more his cockhead hit my prostate and that was end-
game!!!  I started to spew weeks of stored-up cock snot all
over the floor, and that must have been the `edge of the
cliff' for him .. As my ass started to constrict in response
to my cock's explosions, he jammed that big baby into me -
past the hilt (if possible) - and I could feel him widen,
jerk, spasm, and then unload a f*ckin' quart of juice into
the super-stretched end of his condom.  ( Damn!  I wish it
were 1965 again and it could have filled my guts! )

"Awwwww...fuckkkkkk." he finally muttered as he slowly
withdrew.

I could hear the sounds as he pulled the condom off.

"Can I have that?" I asked.

"Sure.   You keep souvenirs?"

"No .. not usually .. but this one deserves something."

"k", he responded, as he handed it to me.

I have to admit. I have never seen that much cum in a rubber
in my long life !!!"

Then I just upended it and squeezed the contents out onto my
now deflated cock and balls.  It was still warm, and felt
sooooo good.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Sorry," I said, "but..well I wanted it somewhere.. and I
couldn't let it in the other."

Then he smiled and said, "I understand.  I would have liked
it `in the other' too."

"Thanks."

"Will you be here again?" he asked.

"Not for a while," I said.

"I sort of thought so ." he half mumbled.  "It would be nice
to see you again," he continued with his cute little half-
smile.  "I never did something like this before.  ..just
been wanting to for a while now.   .and for some reason,
when I saw you the first time, I decided that I would do it
with you, if you wanted to.  Thanks for following up on my
little game."

"I didn't think you had, and believe me, when I saw you
first in there looking at me through the mirror, I was
ready.   Just sorry it took so long." I said.  "But, please,
if you decide to do it again with someone... be careful.
and if `n when I can get back down here, I will sure look
you up."  Then I handed him a slip of paper that had my
first name, my screen name, and my cell number.  "Stay `in
touch'.. Please.." I added.

Pulling up my already soaking shorts and jeans and reaching
for my shirt, I added. "I mean that. please.".    With that,
I cupped my crotch feeling all the wet in there from me and
the contents of his condom.  "Gonna have to do some laundry
for sure," I thought.  Then I opened the door and left.

He hasn't called yet.but I'm hoping.


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