Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2023 14:11:01 +0000
From: Sam Tudor <samnhsamnh@outlook.com>
Subject: Road Trip to Cupcake Ranch Part 29

Chapter 29: Back to College, Roadside Rest

The trip back East began on Sunday morning, after breakfast, and I
decided to take a more southerly route than the northerly route I had
taken west.

I had my usual 7:00 am breakfast at the Cupcake Ranch, where I had worked
for the summer, and this was my first day back on the road to Philly
where I lived and went to college.  I am bi, 6', 185 lb, athletic build,
blonde, blue eyes, 7" cut.  And always horny.

The ranch cook gave me a lunch, just as every other day, to take with me,
and so I stopped at about noon, on the old road, parallel to I--25, it
had seen better days before the Interstate, but the exit had gas stations
and a MacDonald's, so I stopped there and drove up the old road, and
came upon this old rest area.  There was one semi, and four cars, a few
picnic tables and trash cans, and an old outhouse type restroom, men's
and women's sides, a water fountain and shade trees.

I got out of my 15 year old pickup, still wearing my cowboy boots and
tight jeans, so looked like a local, but had PA plates, so anyone who
looked carefully would guess that I was not.

I opened the door to the men's side and it was revolting, smelled of
shit and piss, toilet paper and shit on the floor, and closed the door
right away.  There was a small forest just behind it, and a few paths, so
I figured that is where I would take a piss.  I whipped it out and took a
long well-deserved piss into the brush.  Just then I noticed a guy
looking at me, and at my cock, and he licked his lips.  I left my cock
out, he rubbed his crotch, came closer and said, "Do you fool around?"

I said, "Sometimes, depends on who and where."

"How about me, and here," he said.

I asked if it were safe, from cops, families, etc.

He said, "Absolutely, the cops know what goes on here, there is a new
rest area on the Interstate, just about opposite here, and that is where
the tourists, and the straights go, they are happy to have us faggots
here and not there.  Not everyone here is looking for sex, but, they all
seem to know what is going on if they want to play.  Want to see my
sleeper?"

This guy, whose name turned out to be Tyler, was about 35, 5'6", lots
of upper body muscle, brown hair and eyes, a deep tan on his face and
arms, but his body was very white and his cock was as well.  It was
uncut, foreskin pulled back by itself when hard, head was dark pink under
the foreskin.

We got into his truck, and he locked the doors, we took off our shoes,
and socks, and shirts, and pants, and got onto the mattress in the
sleeper.

"What's your pleasure?" he asked. "I'm into just about anything two
guys can do."

"The same, but I draw the line at scat, or drinking piss or real pain,
but I do like my pecs and nips worked reasonably hard as I get near to
cumming."

"And I don't want shit or piss in my sleeper -- I'm putting down this
big beach towel to catch anything that might leak out, and here is a roll
of paper towels, also."

We still had underwear on, I had on briefs, he had on boxer briefs. We
felt each other through the unders, and then pulled each other's cocks
out.  He had seen mine while I was pissing, but his was a surprise to
me.  It was about as long as mine, the head was much smaller, and the
whole thing tapered from the small head down to the base which was really
thick.  "Yes," he said, "there not a lot of cocks like this out here,
but the tapered cock is very common in Algiers where my parents were
born.  It is like my father's and my two brothers', and when I was
there a few years ago, there were a lot like mine."

We 69'ed, we played with nips, and taints, and holes.  I had not cleaned
out since the night before, and I told him that, so we decided that I
should fuck him, since he was clean, and, as noted, he did not want shit
in his sleeper.

"Doggie first," he said, and I complied.  Condom on, it went in easy,
he sure had been fucked before.

"Play with my nips," he instructed, "easy at first, and then harder,
and harder and when I say so, fuck me really hard, and don't stop, even
after I start to cum, keep it going until the last squirt."

Fucking a really masculine man really turns me on, and he was that.  Lots
of muscle in the back and shoulders, narrow waist, small ass, and
accommodating hole.  So, I was really turned on, and really hard, and had
no problem fucking him, even given the orgy the night before.
Eventually he said, "Now, the nips, the pecs, really play hard with
them, and fuck me, fuck me, do not stop, I'm cumming, don't stop," and
I did, and he did, cum all over the towel beneath him.

"Now, jerk off on me, I want your cock in my mouth."

`To each his own', I thought, and got my cock up into his face and
pulled off the condom.

 "Finger my hole, when you want it," I said, and he did right away, and
three strokes and I was cumming into his mouth and all over his face, so
much he could not keep up with it.

"Whew, that was great," he said.  We cleaned up, got dressed, I got
went back to my pickup and ate my lunch, he drove off.  While I ate I saw
several other guys go into the woods, but, I had miles to go, and for the
moment, the edge was taken off.  So, I got back on I-25 and headed
south.