Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 07:38:02 EDT
From: BladerIowa@aol.com
Subject: Restroom Fun I

Disclaimer:

If you are offended by accounts of male to male sex, read no further.  You
cannot read this material if you are under the age of 18 or 21, depending on
your community's standards.  If you are going to engage in public sex, be
careful!  I recently had someone approach me that I was sure was a cop.
Don't make the first move!

Restroom Fun Part I

by

BladerIowa@aol.com

This is the first installment in what will be a number of accounts of things
that either I have done or people have told me they have done in rest areas
and other public bathrooms.  Public bathrooms can be tough.  If you don't
mind waiting for minutes and hours between cute boys, you can have a blast
and see some gorgeous young dicks.

I've worked a number of rest areas in the last year.  I don't hang out at the
same one every time.  I alternate times and locations as much as possible.
Nighttime is the best because the workers clean the rest areas during the day
and get suspicious if you park for too long.  They're gone by sundown.  You
shouldn't chance it.  Don't go for too long until after dark.

Watching str8 guys pee is the best!  I've had a number of fun times and have
seen hundreds of guys' cocks.  The more I look, the more I am addicted.  They
range in age from barely legal (if even) to forty or so.  If they are cute,
I'll try to sneak a look.  You never know what to expect.  I've seen big,
beefy guys with tiny little dicks and large men with HUGE wangers.  A nerdy,
skinny boy (my favorite) can haul out a little tiny dink or he can heft a
half-pounder that hangs halfway down his leg.  The cute, clean-cut rich kids
in designer clothes can show you an uncut penis while the dirtiest looking
Mexican kid might whip out a neatly circumcised penis.  A nellie looking guy
might hide his dick while a guy with kids in the car might step back and yet
you stare at his meat.  You never know.  The more I look, the harder it is
for me to predict.  I just like to look.  I'm a fag.

Last weekend I went to the movie theater to see Dr. Doolittle2.  I was pretty
damned horny that night.  Before and after the movie I frequented the men's
room.  While I was loitering in the hallway I ran into this hot kid from
Subway.  He knows I'm queer and he asked me what was up.  I told him I was
"working it" and he grinned.  I've hit on him a lot and he's str8, but he's
cool with me being hot for young dick. Actually, I saw him yesterday and he
was asking how it went.  The kid is curious.  What the fuck.  I told him
about this rest area trick (that I'm someday going to get to) and he thought
it was cool.

Anyway, this theater can is my favorite.  It has five urinals and no
partitions.  I was lucky enough to get the third urinal.  As my movie let
out, I was treated to a few younger guys pissing and saw some nice hot cocks.
 I crept back into the other movie that was still running, some damn action
movie with cars chasing cars, and watched the last few minutes of it.  This
was the screen that the Subway boy was watching.  The only reason I went in
was too see when it was getting out.  Sure enough, it was just winding down
and a made a beeline for the can.  There were scads of young guys waiting in
line for a piss when the movie let out, by I wouldn't give up urinal #3.  I
saw a least a dozen more cocks of all shapes and sizes.  I'll have to catch
that movie next weekend because with all the fast cars scenes, it seems to
attract TONS of high school/ college aged guys.

I was so horny that night that I had to find some dick.  The local bookstore
is a real shithole.  It's not bad if you like the smell of rotten cum and
like having nasty old fuckers chasing you around.  I screamed at one a week
or so ago.  I was peeping through a hole in the wall and the old sonofabitch
came into my booth and touched me on the arm.  I wanted to put the bastard
into the hospital.  So anyway, that's why I've taken to the streets (or the
interstate) to find my guys.

Well, I parked around 12:00 or so at a rest area and listened to some talk
radio.  It's always some bullshit about "shadow people" or UFOs, or some guy
that died and went to hell and came back, etc.  The late night talk radio
shows, such as Art Bell, Barbara Simpson, etc. have the strangest fucking
guests.  Nobody gives a shit because they're all drunk or stoned, or are
sitting in the car and working some interstate shitter.  It's just something
to pass the time.

Some old fucker with coke bottle glasses parked next to me and kept taking
his brake lights.  I took one look at him and thought the old sonofabitch
looked like Bill Cullen, if you remember him from TV gameshows.  I let him
keep tapping his brake lights.  Maybe he'll wear out the master cylinder and
Darwin will pay him a visit.  Well, the old troll got out and took a
fifteen-minute piss.  It always pisses me off.  I'm working the rest area and
at bar closing time the trolls swoop right in front of me and then hog the
can.  Now and then I go in there and bitch 'em out when the pull that shit.
I told one that I was gonna start warning people that he was loitering in
there.  The coke bottle geezer left after he didn't have any luck.

Another dude pulled up and got out.  I love the way they walk past you, look
into your car, stare, and think somehow you're going to want to come out and
have sex with them.  I'd rather listen to the UFO stories on the radio.  This
guy wasn't anything to write home about.  He was about 45 and not very trim.
He was wearing a leather vest, baggy jeans, and looked dirty.  He smoked a
cigarette, walked around the building, etc. for about fifteen minutes.  He
got in the car, and was just putting it in reverse when I got out.  I lit up
one of those cheap pipe tobacco cigars (the $2 for six of 'em kind).  Mr.
Leather Vest rolled a little forward and shut of the engine.  I leisurely
smoked my cigar while he got out and circled the building again.  As he came
back, I looked at him, put the cigar out and went back to my car.  He got in
his vehicle, slammed the door, and zoomed away.  I don't get it.  If someone
doesn't want to have sex with me, I don't get pissed off.  Why do some many
people get pissy?

Well the "after bar" rush was a fizzle.  There were a few cute boys, but as I
followed them in, none of them let me see their cocks.  The guys either
turned away or put their hands in front of their wanks to prevent someone
from seeing it.  What's the deal with that?  When I was in high school (I'm
now in my thirties), we all looked at each others cocks and it was no big
deal.  (But then again I had the biggest cock and it was always half-hard).

Anyway, about 2:30 a car with two guys pulled in and one of them went in to
piss.  This is common.  Actually, I prefer one over both of them going in.
Since there are only two urinals in the rest area bathroom, I have to try to
get in first if two guys are coming in.  One is not a problem.  I followed
the kid in when he went to piss and thankfully he stood back just a bit from
the urinal.  From what I could see he was about 5'7" and maybe 130 lbs.  He
had a cuter-than-fuck face and I was sure he was straight.  He had dark hair
and it was cute short.  I hate to stereotype, but the way he carried himself
said "butch".  I was sure we was a drunk little str8 boy.  While I stood next
to him I stole a few glances at his beautiful, but rather small cock.  I
instantly sprang a big erection.  I stole several glances are his cut wiener.
 I never noticed the kid look over, but I did see him weave a bit because he
was drunk.  Since he was definitely fucked up, I took the liberty of looking
intently at his cute little pee-pee.  It took him forever to piss, but I
could hear the stream so I knew he wasn't just there to get his dick sucked.

I looked back at my own throbbing pole and got the surprise of my life!  Out
of the blue this kid just reached over and grabbed my cock and started
pumping it.  He jacked me for a few seconds and told me to hurry up and cum.
I told him I couldn't cum that fast.  He said he had to go.  I assumed the
guy in the car was his lover.  So then I asked if I could suck his cock for a
minute.  He shook it off and I dropped to my knees (right on that nasty,
pissy floor) and swallowed his dick.  The kid was very drunk and could hardly
get hard, but I sucked him and jacked myself off.  His crotch smelled of
cologne mixed with man scent.  I came pretty fast after getting his dick in
my mouth.  I stood up and shot my wad on the stainless steel partition.  The
kid zipped up and took off.

He was a young one.  I'd said if he was 22, it wasn't by much.  I can still
smell the scent of the kid's hot young cock.  It's too bad he was in such a
hurry.  I left shortly thereafter and drove over to the local bookstore.  The
coke bottle fucker and the leather dude were both there so I left.  That's
there domain.  For those of us that aren't quite so decrepit, we can still
get a cutie in the bathroom now and then.

I've got some other true experiences I would like to tell you about if you're
interested.  I'd like to hear from some of you other restroom whores like me.
 Don't forget to support your local county fair this summer.  Ours has a piss
trough and I'll definitely be working it for all it's worth!

Please write me at BladerIowa@aol.com