Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 22:26:13 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Pit Stops #9

Hey, guys ...  a couple episodes ago I thought this series was about ended
-- but then, yet another situation happened that I, once again, have to
tell (brag?) about it ....However, I do need to add the 'legal cover' by
saying that this is a fantasy and does not reflect any actual instances
(sure, yeah) -- and all characters are purely fictional (sure, yeah,
again).

...and you know the rules... if you're under 18 or in a geo-political
environment that does not allow you to read homo-erotic porn (yes.. that's
what they call this)...  please click on the little red 'x' at the top
right of your screen ...

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


Pit Stops #9 Just one of those things!!

In most of these stories, I've been heading north (or south) on the NY
State Thruway - this time I had been aimed south of 'home' on the Garden
State Parkway in New Jersey - down to Atlantic City.

Now there are three rest areas between where I live and AC.  Unlike the NY
Thruway where most of the rest areas are on one side of the road, servicing
either the north or south-bound lanes, the GSP puts them in the middle of
the roadway and they get the traffic from both sides - doubling your
chances for things to see and chances for fun.

The first area south of me used to be a 'notorious' gay cruising area, so
after a half dozen "quality of life' crack-downs over the years with dozens
of arrests by the state police, they finally put overly wide partitions in
between all the urinals and made it undesirable.  (What good is it, if you
can't see anything?)

However, the next two areas are still 'undivided' (or un-partitioned)
giving you at least an opportunity for a view or two.

That particular day, I checked out what I could on the way to AC and say a
few nice 'floppers' being held out (not necessarily 'displayed')...and, oh
yeah, there was one particularly nice uncut piece of probably indo-european
descent... but not much else.

It was on the way home that luck and providence seemed to start shining.

Going north on the Parkway, the first rest area is barely a mile up from
where you get onto the road off Highway 30.

Accelerating and moving across both lanes to get to the area there, I
pulled in and stopped right outside the door.

As I entered the building, I walked across to the south-bound side and the
hallway to the Men's room.  As I did, there was no one else heading in the
same direction.

"Damn!" I though to myself.  "Ain't nobody else comin' in,"

So I just sort of sauntered down the hall and then into the right-side
men's room.  yes..  there are two rooms at the end of the hall ... one on
the left and one on the right.  Really mirror images of each other
... about 10-12 urinals along one wall with sinks at the end, and another
8-10 toilet stalls on the other side.  Most guys sort of 'automatically'
turn to the right.  I really didn't need to go, but just pulled out
P-junior and stood there about halfway down the row of (un-shielded)
urinals.

These are, of course, of the type that one can 'hug into' or stand back
from...or you can just use your hand to 'hide the goodies'.  ...and you
guys that go pee in the toilet stall..  c'mon...give us pervs a little
break !!!  "Urinals" are for "urine" .. toilets are for shit!

Anyway ... a minute or so later a young fellow, maybe mid-20's came in and
took a place 3 down from me.  As I cautiously looked over, he backed away
and more or less pulled, flopped, all-but-stroked, and otherwise made his
member quite visible.

I have to say it wasn't anything spectacular, but it was still a quite
attractive, average piece of man flesh.

With his attitude and display, I quit being cautious and turned to look
directly at him.  He looked me eye-to-eye and flipped his cock directly at
me.  Then he pulled it upward and stroked it a couple times.  I couldn't
believe his openness ... and that toward an older guy.

This encounter lasted less than a minute, although it seemed much, much
longer.  That's when we heard the footsteps approaching the doorway.  I was
still just standing at the urinal with my cock in my hand - sure, it was a
bit thicker and longer than when I got there - but as he turned back to his
own urinal, it was obvious that his was 'standing tall' - nice and hard.

As the next guy came in the door and took up his place at the urinal
nearest the door, I just tucked myself away and went to the sink to wash my
hands.

When I reached for the paper towel, the young guy had come over and as my
hand went up to the dispenser, his met mine momentarily.  There was no
doubt left in my mind that he was interested in something...but the place
and time just weren't there.

Taking a little time to recover my composure (my breath and my mind), when
I turned to walk out, I was actually behind that cute, slim, little ass
that was just so fuckin' perky!!!  The backside was such a perfect match to
what I had seen on the frontside.

Following him out the door and down the hall, I was wondering what, if
anything, might lie ahead.  What I didn't really expect was the cute little
blonde standing by the exit who just bubbled over when she smiled and said
"Hey, Ryan, would you get me a Coke?"

All I could think was ... "where are your fucking pom-poms !!?!?!"

STRIKE THREE !!  You are sooooooo OUT !!!!

Accepting defeat, I 'casually' went back out the northbound doorway, got in
my car, and headed north.

But being the eternal optimist that I am, I told myself, "nothing ventured,
nothing gained ....and besides.. there's one more rest area ahead."
(c'mon, that's what this whole series is about... rest stops / pit
stops...and the fact that 'hope springs eternal')

It's about 35 miles up to the next rest/pit stop... and I guess I mixed my
speeds between fast and not-so-fast...  anyway, I finally pulled into the
next area, and made my way into the building.

The entrance there is a double-doorway...  and as I opened the inner door,
I didn't know if I was going to have a heart attack, or just shit!!!!
There were the hot young cutie and little miss bubbly standing 10 feet in
front of me.

Taking a hard right into the doorway to the mens' room....my eyes met his
and there was definite and instant recognition.

This mens' room - like the earlier one - has two rooms.  But rather than
having them to the left and right of the hall, these are in succession -
one after the other.  Most guys, of course take the path of least
resistance and go into the first room.  This time I chose to go for the far
room.

This one has a row of 8 or so urinals along one wall - with no partitions -
and 6 or 8 toilet stalls behind them along the other wall.

I went to a urinal about mid-way along that first wall.

About 20 seconds later, guess who was at a urinal only 2 down from me.

Again he started to flash his cute young cock around.

By now I figured that he was definitely into the game and apparently liked
'older guys' (why else would he be so blatantly 'open' to me?).

I looked over and smiled.  He looked at me and fuckin' beamed!!!

That's when he turned, walked over toward me, stroked his cock a couple
times, and waved it at me again.  Now already on auto-pilot (with the small
head taking over), I sort of turned toward him.

The next thing I knew he was rubbing his cock tip against mine, and then he
walked across and into the handicap stall, and stood there smiling and
waving his cock at me.

Now..  c'mon... what would you do?

...and, yes, I did.  It was late.  There had been no other 'traffic' in the
room since we got there...and 'little head' was still in control.

I walked over to the stall.  He backed away.  I stepped in.  He closed and
locked the door, and then he sat down on the toilet, lifted his legs into a
crossed-leg position on the toilet (so that extra pair of feet didn't
show), and motioned me forward.

Before I knew what was happening, he had my cock down his throat!!!

I have to admit, I have never met such a hungry, young, cocksucker in all
my years!!!  But I have my own likes as well ...

I moved forward so that I was now straddling the bowl and his legs.
Reaching down I grabbed his rigid cock.  Oh to be 20 again.  Damn!! Those
boys can get hard!!!!  You could have used that kid's cock as a spike to
hold a train rail in place!!!

I was not going to waste that!!!

Spitting onto my right hand, I reached back and slicked the end of his cock
and then started to settle down on it.

By the time the realization began to hit home in his own mind, he was
sucking me so hard I thought he'd manage to get my toe-nails up through my
cock, but I was now bouncing up and down on the last inch or so of that
steel-hard flag-pole standing up from his crotch.

Still aware of where we were, and not having heard anyone else come into
that same room yet, we were fighting to keep quiet and not let our natural
sounds escape.  Finally he moaned and whispered to me, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Shoot it, babe," I replied.  "Let it go!  Let it go!!  Let it go!!!"

"Unnngggggghhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted, as I felt his already rock-hard
rubbery cock- head get wider and start to throb and jerk.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he keened into my ear.
"Awwwwwwwwwwww..... goooood god!!  Oh, god!!!  Oh.. oh... ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

That was really all it took ... with those sounds, I felt the tightening of
my whole scrotal area... and my balls started to squeeze out all the juice
they had been harboring for the past few days!!!

As he started to moan his last "Awwwwwwww" it sort of changed to a
strangled cough as my cum overloaded his vocal chords and some went down
one pipe as some went down the other.  I didn't mean to drown the poor lad,
but ... well ....  Give him some credit.  He recovered enough to suck down
the last little dribble and then cleared my cock of any residue.

Looking up at me, he dropped my cock from his lips, smiled and just said,
"damned good for us both, wasn't it?"

By then, although I hadn't really noticed in the thralls of our near mutual
orgasms, he had softened and actually slipped out of my sphincter lips, so
I stood up and backed away so he could unfold and stand up as well.

"That was good," he said.

"You got that right," I added.

"Gotta run before she starts asking questions," he continued.

"Yeah... I know that game.  I understand," I affirmed.

"Damn!!  I'd like to run through that again," he said as he pulled up his
shorts and tried to put himself together.

"Just tell her that you had to 'do more than pee' and seems your stomach is
'not quite right'," I instructed.  After all, I've been there, done that,
and know the score.

"Thanks," he said as he opened the stall door and headed out.

Me...  I just smiled and felt his juice start to run out down the inside of
my left thigh.



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