Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 06:46:14 -0800 (PST) From: Thick Blonde Subject: Will & Matt, Part 1 New Beginnings Will & Matt The date was November 4, 2003. I was driving home from my central Massachusetts office. It was an unusually nice day for November. I had a few extra minutes. My favorite cruisy rest area was just ahead. Pulling in, I parked my car in the tractor trailor truck lot facing the parking area for passenger vehicles. I sat and watched for a few minutes from my car. There were only a couple of rigs in my area. I assumed their drivers were sound asleep in their rear sleeping quarters. No cars had arrived since I pulled in. I got out of my car and sat at a picnic table located in the treed area between the two lots. No more than a minute later, a silver Mitsubishi covertable with its black cloth top up drove into the lot and parked pointing away from me, facing the thick woods at the back of the rest area. The driver got out and stood in front of his car facing me, talking on his cell phone. He was a very cute and kind of swarthy kid, maybe 30ish with spiked black hair, a goatee and a rather thick build. He was wearing a white oxford shirt untucked over a pair of jeans and some cool sneakers. As I watched him talk on his cell phone, I began to notice how beautiful his face was. Sparkling eyes, pure white teeth, perfect mouth. His jeans were freyed at the bottom. He was really cool looking. I was SURE he was checking ME out as well. Pretty soon, he got back into his car. I feared he was leaving. I waited and waited, but he showed no signs of leaving. I got up from my table and walked toward his car. As I passed his driver's side, I could see that he was still on the phone. I stepped up on the curb in front of his car and pulled out my cell to pretend that I was in the middle of a business call. Standing right in front of his car, I was looking right at him. I felt like we were talking to each other on our cells. I had the feeling that this guy was here to play, so I walked toward the woods to a well beaten path leading to a large hole in the chain link fence and climbed in. Just as I got through the fence, I heard his car open, then close. I continued along the well worn path through the thick brush and heard him climbing through the fence behind me. I got to a dead end on the path and took a left where I headed for a very thick area of trees. I could feel my playmate almost on my heels. I approached a tree. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock to feign a leak. My playmate selected an adjacent tree and did the same. I glanced over to see his large thick cock was not urinating. I think he was noticing the same about mine. "How ya doin'?" he asked. "I'm OK", I replied. I then stepped closer to him. Feasting my eyes on his unusually good looking and well proportioned penis. "Hey let's get out of here. There's a big, crowded truck stop off the next exit" he said. "This place is too dangerous." "Are you marred too?", I asked noticing his wedding band. "I AM", he said. "You too" "Yup." We zipped up and walked to our cars. I followed him to the next exit. We both pulled into a very large truck stop off I-84. We parked our cars next to each other. I got out and got into his car. We instantly struck up a comfortable conversation, first admiring each others shoes, then our wrist watches. I noticed he had a string bracelt on his left wrist with lettered beads spelling the word KATHY. "Is that your wife?", I asked. "No, it's my sister. She died last February" "I'm so sorry" "We were really close. I'm having a hard time over it." "I'm Will, by the way." "Matt". "Do you go by Matthew?" "Matteo". "Nice to meet you". We spent nearly a half hour sharing details of our lives to date. I learned that Matt was married to a OBGYN doctor named Allison and that he grew up in a family of priviledge, and that he lived all over the world, travelling with his father, a foreign ambassador. Matt was a very serious hockey player in prep school and college and now worked for a fancy architectural firm in Simsbury, Ct. He said that his dad has passed away several years before and that he was now very close to his mom, an aristocrat who jet-setted all over the world and who spent most of her time in Hawaii in her 2 story penthouse. We discovered that we both skiied and spoke of striking up a ski buddy thing. He said he got together, annually with his college buds, one of whom was Andrew Lauren, Ralph's son. Matt was so easy to talk to. I felt like we had known each other for years. I lifted his shirt to feel his abs. I found that Matt was covered in a layer of thick dark curly fur. I unzipped his fly and followed his furry trail to his thick semi-hard cock. "Ya wanna go for a walk?". I asked? "Sure". Matt replied. We got out of his car and walked toward a very pretty lake within the truck stop property. We continued talking as we walked along a dirt road around the perimeter of the lake. When Matt started to shiver a bit, I took off my jacket and put it over his shoulders. He stopped and looked me in the eyes. "Wow. Thank you." he said. We walked a little ways further and noticed a path leading up an embankment into a thickly wooded area. I led Matt up out of public view. We stood, facing each other, nose to nose. Our hands at our sides. Matt leaned in and kissed me, softly, slowly. He backed off, then licked my mouth and then fed me his tongue. We kissed for what seemed like hours. I was dizzy. We began to feel each other's butts and backs. Our kissing became ferocious. I couldn't hold on. I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and found his fully hard cock, huge and throbbing. I knelt before him and exposed his perfect and enormous manhood. I devoured it like nothing I'd dined on before. I was in love with my new friend and with his cock. Matt would not let me have my way. He had my pants down and was forcing me to my feet to compete with my skills. I must admit...he won. He had me cumming in less than a minute. He then insisted that we return to his car. We sat and talked for another 30 minutes or so. I was swooning in the afterglow. I had never felt this way before. We exchanged numbers promising to connect again at our earliest convenience. I drove home in a daze. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again.