Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:30:12 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Pit Stops 7

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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For the rest of you horny guys ...  read it and ... well ...  do what you
wanna do...


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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