Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 23:05:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: James James <ycweverhard@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Married Men Lust Marathon: Rest Area

I'm not really sure how it all began but somehow I discovered the Rest
Area on Cole Road just off the Trans Canada Highway in Abbotsford BC.
Being that the area is in the Bible belt of the province you'd hardly
think that the man sex scene would be as hot and as available as it was
at this rest area. I was about to find out that many of the guys that
made regular visits to the rest area were married men who attended local
evangelical churches. When I think about it there are too many
experiences to recall but the focus of this true story is between  Jack
(me) and Grant.

In 1994 Jack was in his late 30's, told by many people that he was quite
goodlooking even though he was short (only 5' 7"). At 155lbs his body was
fit due to working out at the gym and taking pride in his appearance. He
was a professional in the social services in a small community.

Grant was 28 years old, 5' 9", 150 lbs., blond with strong nordic
appearance. He honestly had the looks that he could have been a model.
Working in construction made his body rock hard, chiseled in fact. His
biceps were about 18", his legs were like a wrestler's and his eight pack
was to die for. Later I would find out that he was one of those rarest of
men that was endowed in a way that most men only wish.

You might asked how I met Grant. I stopped at the rest area in my
camperized van with the purpose of taking a leak. I had made my trip to
the can and was making my way back when this blond adonis was sauntering
in no partcular hurry up the walk way to the men's room. He was checking
me out just as much as I checked him out as we passed each other. Though
I'm sure I maintained my composure believe me it wasn't easy. Here was
this guy, quite obviously dirty after a days worked, dressed in sweat
pants. If ever there was a guy that shouldn't wear sweatpants it was him.
This guy OBVIOUSLY had a monster in his crotch and it was easily on
display for all to see with each step he took. You would literally see
this huge shift of something heavy from one side to the other with each
step. His cock wasn't flopping like it would if he had no underwear on
but a major shifting due to the obvious management of confining briefs.
His work buddies must have bugged him without end about how he
looked. Most men compared to Grant would have looked like boy dicks and
he wasn't even hard yet. I couldn't believe the guy had the balls to show
off in such a away, but when I think about it now this guy wanted guy sex
something bad.

I carried on to my van and was just about to get in when I noticed that
Grant was standing outside the men's room looking in my direction. My
dick was already dripping fast and furiously with precum, but I knew I
was going to come up short in the show me yours display. I was going be
to one of those guys that would be inadequate standing next to this guy.

By the time I reached the men's room Grant was already at the urinal with
his bazooka cocked and loaded. Standing 15' away I could tell this guy
was incredible. My cock didn't need any encouragement. I was horny,
wanting to get sucked and suck and kiss and wanted to get some. As soon
as I got beside him he reached out to stroke my already hardening cock.
His was oh so thick but still soft. From the door it looked so big I
could have sworn it was hard. Up close it was unbelieveable. This horny
slut didn't just have his pants below his balls like most guys when
they're standing at the urinal. His were all the way down to his knees
revealing the most perfect muscled ass you've ever seen. As I looked
passed that impressive piece of manhood, not believing that he would
lower his pants that far, I noticed his briefs had the biggest mold like
impression left in them from the force, weight and heat of that dyno of a
dick. Fuck, did this guy eat his Wheaties or what?

Up close this cock was unbelieveable. Though soft his cock was a thicker
that most men are hard. My guess is that he was at least 6" thick. With a
great bulbous head that narrowed to a least the 6" thickness it was
solid, cut, with a large single eye spewing precum. His balls were the
size of extra large eggs hanging in sacks that descended about seven
inches. The length  of the weapon soft was 8".

Not feeling comfortable with the possibility of anyone, particularly the
cops coming in at any moment, I asked him if he want to come out to my
van. I had already converted one area into a double bed anticipating that
I might meet someone tonight. Of course he agreed and we stuffed our
equipment in our pants and off we went to the van.

There's something about two horny men that somehow helps you get beyond
any ackwardness of not knowing what to do. We immediately sat down on the
bed and started stroking one another through our clothes. I could feel a
deep throbbing grow from his groin as his cock thickened, his breath
began to quicken and our touching took on more intensity.

I wanted to see this monster cock up close and personal and begin to size
it up a little more. He sat on the edge of the bed and I squatted down in
front of him. It didn't take long and I shifted his pants just below his
gorgeous nuts and caught the first scent of a days worth of precum,
excess, and sweat. I thought I would pass out from the shear immediate
pleasure I felt from his man scent. Believe me that was a surprise and
further proof of how much I had given into this man sex thing.

My next step was to try and take the growing head of this monster cock in
my mouth. I no sooner had slurped the head of this serpent in my warm
moist mouth when I heard sounds coming from him that I thought would wake
the dead. Is it possible this guy had not had a blow job before?
Immediately I was aware of others hearing us and let his cock slip out of
my mouth. We were afterall in the parking lot of a rest area.

"I can't believe how close I am, man," Grant said.

"Yeah, I can tell." How long has it been since you had sex? I asked

"My wife and I had a quickie this morning before I left for work but I
need it more than she likes to give it."

"Let me suck your cock for a while. I don't want to come yet."

I sat on the edge of the bed and Grant stood up, pulled his pants up, and
then assumed the squatting position to start sucking my cock. Both he and
I have the gagging reflex in common. No matter how I tried my cock
triggered it for him. My balls were tightening with the pleasure that
Grant was giving my cock.

When I looked down I saw the glsitening head of Grant's cock well above
the waist band of his sweatpants. He had't touched himself. His warrior
cock had hardened to full mast and was slimey with precum.

I gestured to him to come and lay down on the bed. I straddled beside him
at first just to test out his comfort level then I moved in for what has
become the favorite part of man sex for me...kissing. I was about to find
out that Grant and I had the greatest thing in common. Not only were we
blessed with wonderfully thick lips for causcasian men but we knew what
to do with them too. In fact of all the men I've been with Grant had the
most erotic pair of lips I've ever kissed.

We started out with a gentle, almost hello or goodnight kiss that lit a
fire in both of us to the point that an explosion of passion erupted. By
this time I had moved to be right on top of Grant. Our schlongs were
making mad passionate love together though encumbered by several layers
clothes; I swear I could feel his mighty cock heaving and throbbing
projecting a heat that kept building and building. Kissing had taken us
over the edge where somehow we'd become lost in one another and didn't
want to stop for anything. This kind of intensity cannot last. As funny
as it sounds our lips were like sparks that were igniting one another
more and more until it had to happen. Yes, Grant let out a yell, groan,
moan, a series of noises that only another guy can interpret as the
wonder of climax. Most men would have ruptured their right nut with the
amount of cum that man spewed that night. He had two layers of clothing
on and I had two layer and I was completely saturated with his cum with
an enormous stain. Grant could not walk for about 5 minutes afterwards.

Fortunately for him he had a change of sweats in his car. He rode on home
and told me later that he fucked his wife that night too. Evidently she
commented that it took him a little longer to get hard and he didn't
shoot his usual load when he climaxed.

Grant and I got together several times. Kissing became our thing. It was
such a strong bond between us that we only kissed and it always lead to
him busting a nut. He says that kissing is not as good with his wife as
it is with me.

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