Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:40:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sting Delray <stingdelray@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring the Gay Side: Rest Area Sex with Adonis

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
particular 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 unbelievable. 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. He had also shed his tee shirt and work
jacket revealing a magnificent specimen of manhood. His nips were thick and
beautiful adornments to a chest that was perfectly sculpted in human flesh.
As I looked past that impressive piece of manhood, not believing that he
would lower his pants that far, I noticed his briefs had the biggest mould
like impression left in them from the force, weight and heat of that
dynamite fuck stick of his. Fuck, did this guy eat his Wheaties or what?

Up close this cock was unbelievable. Though soft his cock was a thicker
than most men are hard. My guess is that he was at least 9" thick (in
circumference) with a great bulbous head made even more pronounced by the
thickness of the ridge surrounding it.  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 past his schlong. 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
instantly 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
piss, 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 after all 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. Even after 6 years of marriage and being
well lubed she says that my 12" hurts her. She's tried but she can't even
get the tip of my cock in her mouth."

Meanwhile I'm thinking, duh. There aren't many women or men for that matter
that could take his lethal weapon.

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

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 glistening head of Grant's cock well above the
waist band of his sweatpants. He hadn't touched himself. His warrior cock
had hardened to full mast and was slimy 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
both blessed with wonderfully thick lips for caucasian men, but we knew
what to do with them too. In fact, of all the men I've been with Grant had
the most sensual 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 created 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 layers and I was
completely saturated with the enormous stain of his cum. Grant could not
stand or walk for about 5 minutes afterwards. When he's try to stand up he
became weak in the knees. Now that's some powerful after shock following an
explosive eruption of cock.

Fortunately for him he had a change of sweats in his car. He ran to his car
and quickly returned to the van to change. As he stripped naked I was
caught up in a state of awe as I saw sheer masculine perfection before
me. After dressing he rode on home. He 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 after that first encounter. Kissing
became our thing. It was such a strong bond between us that we only had to
kiss and it always lead to him busting a nut. He said that kissing was not
as good with his wife as it was with me. Though she enjoyed kissing he
could never get as aroused with her as he did when we kissed.

From that day to this Grant is the only man that I've been with that has
shot his load merely due to the passion of kissing. When I tell guys this
story some don't believe me but it's absolutely true. I keep looking for
another Grant so that I can experience this powerful sexual high again.

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