Port Washington, Ohio 2

Another Port Washington Story

After the night with queer-boy, I started to stop at the rest area once or twice a week, hoping to see him again. I never did. Sometimes I hooked up with other men, sometimes I didn't. Most of the time, I didn't.

There was this one older man. He seemed to always have old furniture in the back of his pick-up. I guessed he was an antique dealer. I had seen his truck there several times as I passed by. I just thought he used the rest area to piss before he got on the interstate.

One afternoon, as I sat in my station-wagon, drinking beer, hoping for some action, the guy pulled into the parking lot. He was a short man, about my size. I guessed him to be in his mid fifties. He kind of looked at me as he walked past my car going to the old outhouse. He had seen me there before.

I took notice that he stayed in the outhouse longer than I thought it would for him to take a piss. Maybe he had to shit? I had learned from queer-boy, that this was a signal for men to meet in the outhouse for sex.

I gathered my nerve and walked up to the old outhouse. There was one shitter behind a planked door and a urinal on the other side of the wall. The wall had a peek-hole in it. I looked through the hole and the old man was standing in front of the pot, with his jeans dropped down to his knees and his underwear pushed down to his thighs jacking off. I got excited right away.

Of course he had heard my car door close and my footsteps walk up to the urinal. I spoke, "Sure is hot today."

He replied, "Yep... supposed to get even hotter tomorrow."

I said, "Looks like you're getting hot right now. Want some help with that?"

He turned toward the wooden wall with the peep-hole in it and flashed me his hard cock. "Sure... come on in."

My heart was pounding with the excitement of being such a dirty, little cock-sucker. The hinges squeaked as I opened the wooden door. I let the spring-hinged door close behind me. Without saying a word, I knelt to the concrete floor of the stall in front of him.

He didn't have a big thick bush of pubic hair. In fact his bush was mostly gray and rather thin. I took notice that he wasn't a very hairy man at all. His hard cock was about five inches long and the thickest cock I had seen up to date, maybe have ever seen. He was uncircumcised but the foreskin was pulled back over the glans, showing me a very big, pink strawberry to suck on. He had an ample size scrotum of balls hanging under his thick, hard, man meat.

Knowing we could be disturbed at anytime by a new arrival at the rest area, I quickly took hold of the old man's prick. Squeezing the thickness of it and stroking his foreskin back and forth a few times. I leaned forward and took his log into my open mouth, then closed my lips around his shaft. I could take his whole cock into my mouth, clear to his pubs, but there was no room for any more. The large knob bumped the opening of my throat. I worked my mouth back and forth along his shaft. When I only had his large, strawberry glans in my mouth, I would swirl my tongue around it, concentrating my efforts at his frenulum, then dive back down for more meat. It didn't take long for my expert, cock-sucking skills to get the old man grunting.

He never said a word as I felt his balls rip lose and fill my mouth with his semen. He filled me with six or seven strong ropes of cum, hitting the opening of my throat. When I knew he was satisfied, I pulled off his spent cock and spit his hot cum into the corner of the stall.

I stood up to face him. My cock was bone-hard. He pulled up his underwear and jeans and fastened them. In anticipation of the old man sucking me off too, I started to unbuckle my belt when we heard a car pull into the parking lot.

The old man looked out of a crack in the wall and then basically pushed me off to the side and stepped around me to leave the toilet area. He told me thanks as he walked out, leaving me to just stand there. I watched through the crack in the wall as he walked back to his truck. I saw a man of about thirty-five years get out of a pick-up truck, followed by two young boys. I stepped out from the outhouse to walk back to my car. The old man was pulling out of the parking lot as I greeted the newcomers with a nod as we passed on the path.

I got in my car and started toward home. Once I got to a good pull-off spot I stopped and relieved the pressure that was left in my nuts.

The next guy I hooked up with from there must have been in his early forties. Now mind you... I was only 21. This is kind of a long story but you really need to know how it all played out.

After my first two experiences with men at the rest area, it seemed I couldn't hook up with anyone for several weeks. Guys would write messages on the wooden walls. Shit like... `Want to suck a dick at 10:00 am 6-20.' or `Want my cock sucked. Be here at 9:45 Tuesday night.'

Being the horny, stupid kid I was, I wrote my own message on the wall, it went something like this; `Want to suck and get sucked call 457-578-4327 ask for Steve'.

After I wrote my message on the wall I left. It took me about half an hour to drive home. I had been home about five minutes and the phone rang. The old, black man I had been living with answered it. He told me, "Some guy... Gary." I didn't know anyone named Gary. I told him I would take the call in the other room. I picked up the phone in the other room and heard Jesse hang up on his end.

"Hello, this is Steve." I said.

"Hi Steve, this is Gary. Did you write something on the wall at the rest area at Port Washington?" I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. My first though was, it was a cop and I was going to get in trouble for writing nasty shit on the wall.

Being the smart 21 year old I was, I asked, "What do you want?"

The voice on the other end replied, "I got your phone number off the wall at the rest area. The message read, Steve wanted to get sucked and suck a dick."

My heart jumped up into my throat. Jesse was only six feet away watching T. V. I hadn't thought about it. I didn't need queer men calling me at Jesse's home phone.

I softly said into the receiver, "Yeah... I wrote it."

He asked, "Can you meet me at the rest area?"

My heart was beating like crazy. I told him, "It'll take me forty-five minutes to get there." He said he would wait for me. I agreed that I would meet him there.

I told Jesse I was going back out to buy some pot. He knew I smoked and it was as good an excuse as any to leave again. I was nervous as hell as I drove the twisty, winding roads back to the rest area.

When I pulled into the parking area, there was only one car there. I saw a guy standing against the split-rail fence. I was glad that I didn't see any cops. When I got out of my car the guy looked at me. I started to walk toward the old shit-house. He kept watching me as I got closer. He looked to be in his mid-forties. He was a chubby man and the hair on top of his head was thinning. When I was close enough he said, "I'm Gary. Are you Steve?"

I nodded my head `yes`. He looked me up and down. Now I wasn't into older men, especially older, chubby, bald men. But I was horny and I needed to get my dick sucked.

He asked, "Want your dick sucked?" again I nodded my head.

"Let's walk over there behind those pine trees." he told me.

We walked the short distance and were well hidden from the parking lot and the old, shit-house. He reached over and started to feel me up. I returned the favor and started to feel him up too. It was really exciting to be groping a man I had never met before in such a public place in the light of day. After several moments we stopped just long enough to unzip our jeans and take out our cocks. He was hard and so was I. We continued to slowly stroke each other. His cock was cut like mine and about the same size. His cock wasn't as hard as mine was. It felt soft and spongy in my hand but I liked it.

After a few more moments of playing with each other's dicks, he knelt to the ground and started to suck me. I was boned up pretty hard. I was turned off that he was so much older than I was and looking down watching him bob back and forth on my cock, seeing his balding head didn't help. But I wasn't going to pass up a blow job.

He was a pretty good cock sucker and it felt good. He sucked me for only about a minute and stood back up. He said, "Nice cock! You're hard as hell." Well duh. I was only 21 years old.

Well, by this time I was really horny and even though he wasn't as hot as the queer boy I had sucked with a few weeks ago, I knelt down on the ground and got a close look at his cock. It was a fair enough cock I guess, even though he didn't get real hard. I sucked the head into my mouth and felt the new dick with my tongue. He tasted okay so I continued to suck his dick.

After only about a minute he pushed me away and stopped me. "It's really risky here." he told me. "We should go somewhere else."

I wasn't to keen on going somewhere else with him. He assured me he was a good guy and he wasn't going to hurt me, that he knew of a place near the river where we could be comfortable and suck each other off. I let my dick do my thinking and I agreed.

He told me that I could park my car in Port Washington and we would take his car. The same thing I had told queer boy a few weeks before.

As it was, the pull-off he knew of was only a couple hundred yards from where queer boy and I had spent the night sucking each other off.

We pulled over and he shut the engine off. We were parked only a few feet off of the road. We started to feel each other up again. Soon we had pulled our cocks out and were jacking each other. It wasn't very comfortable in the front seat but it worked.

After a couple of minutes of playing with each other's cocks, he leaned over and started to blow me. He was doing a good job sucking me when I saw a car coming toward us. I told him and he quickly sat back up. I felt weird when the car passed us and the two men inside looked at us. There I sat in the passenger seat with my hard, wet cock sticking out of my zipper. As soon as the car passed Gary went back to blowing me. He sucked me for a few minutes and I cum in his mouth. He swallowed all of my young seed and sat back up while I stuffed my cock back in my jeans.

He still had his dick out and started stroking it. "Are you still going to suck me?" he asked. Being the fair player I am, I leaned over and sucked him into my mouth. He never got really hard, but after a few minutes of sucking him, he told me he was going to cum. He grunted and I felt his warm spunk begin to flow over my tongue. I let his cum gather in my mouth as he pumped more semen from his nuts. He told me, "That's enough." as he pushed me off of him.

I sat back up, opened the car door and spit his cum from my mouth onto the ground. "I don't like to swallow it." I told him. He said, "That's cool. You sucked good."

He took me back to my car and we each agreed we would look for each other again at the rest area. I did hook up with him several more times that summer.

Another encounter from Port Washington, Ohio;

It had been several weeks since I had had any sex and being 21 years old, you know three weeks is way too long to go without sex.

I had been drinking and was really horny. I decided to cruse the rest area to see if I could hook up with some cock. I was so horny in fact that I had made up my mind that if I could, I was going to get fucked that night. I hadn't been fucked since I was seventeen and I really felt naughty and wanted some cock in my ass. I was hoping to find my sweet queer boy there again and I was going to let him fuck me this time.

Naturally I was drunk and I saw Gary's car at the rest area. There was another car there also but I didn't give it much thought.

It was almost dark when I pulled in. I saw two guys standing against the split-rail fence. One of them was Gary. I was going to leave when he waved me over.

I parked my car, got out and walked over to them. Gary introduced me and the other guy to each other. His name was Jeff. He looked to be in his early 30's. Not a bad looking man. He was kind of tall and slim.

Gary told me that they were just getting ready to go find someplace they could have some fun and asked me if I wanted to join them. Since I had hooked up with Gary several times before, I trusted him and agreed to go with the both of them. We stood around for several minutes feeling each other up, talking and trying to decide where the three of us could go. Jeff suggested we could go to the interstate bridge. Since I was kind of new to this gay hook up area I didn't know about a bridge but they did. We agreed to all drive our own cars and park along the township road under the interstate bridge. I followed last and it was only about five miles away.

Once we got there and parked, we all walked up the steep embankment under the bridge. I had never thought about how much room was under a bridge before. Once we walked through the big rocks that the state uses to hold the embankment in place. There was plenty of room under the one end of the bridge where the road-way rested on concrete piers. No one could see or would even guess that there might be three queers under the bridge sucking each other.

Jeff had a nice circumcised cock. About six or seven inches, not real thick. His cock was ridged and hard, not like Gary's spongy cock. I was wondering how the three of us were going to get it on at the same time. Even though there was plenty of room under the bridge to stand or walk around, there wasn't enough room that we could easily lay down on the ground in a circle suck.

I had hoped earlier to find my young queer boy at the rest area with hopes of him fucking me. But since that wasn't going to happen, I decided that Jeff's cock would work and take care of the itch I had up my ass.

I was super horny and pretty drunk. I had my jeans down around my ankles, bent over sucking Gary's cock. I felt like a total queer, slut-boy. I reached down into my pocket and brought out the small tube of KY I had brought along. I handed it to Jeff and told him, "Fuck me. Just go easy. I haven't been fucked in a long time." I'm sure he didn't expect that, but he was quick to take the tube of jelly from me.

He lubed up his cock and got behind me, probing my ass-crack trying to find my hole. It felt good just having him rub his cock against my butt-hole. He found the right spot and angel and started to push. I relaxed and let him in. The head of his cock slipped past my ring and he paused, letting me get used to his cock in me. It didn't hurt, just a little uncomfortable at first. After a moment I told him, "Go ahead."

He slowly pushed his long, thin cock into my ass. It felt like he was a mile long, and it was never going to end. Finally he bottomed out in me. He muttered, "God damn! Your ass is so tight and hot around my dick."

I bent back over and started sucking Gary's cock again as Jeff grabbed my hips and started to work his cock in and out of my ass. He was slow about it and I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me. Jeff's was the longest cock I had ever had in me and with him being thin it didn't hurt at all. Normally I didn't like being fucked, but I was so horny that night, it just felt wickedly good being such a slut, having a strange man fuck me while I was sucking off another guy under a bridge while traffic zoomed overhead going 60 mph.

The act didn't take long. I'd guess Jeff fucked me for about five minutes before he pushed into me as far as he could, held my naked hips tight and shot his cum into me. I was so turned on, I doubled my efforts at sucking Gary's cock and before Jeff pulled his cock out of my ass, Gary was dumping his load into my mouth. What a trip! I had never experienced anything like it before.

I spit Gary's cum out of my mouth and stood up, my jeans still down around my ankles. My ass was humming and the taste of cum lingered in my mouth. I felt dirty and totally used, by my own doing. Jeff pulled his jeans back up and put himself away, while Gary did the same.

My dick had gone limp but my nuts were aching. Gary knelt down and started sucking my dick while Jeff hugged me from behind, rubbing his hands up and down my smooth chest and sides. My emotions did a 180. One minute I was being used by these two men in an animalistic lust of raw sex and the next, they were making love to my young, hard body. I relaxed back into Jeff's embrace and just let the feelings melt into my very being. I felt so content that I could have fell asleep standing on my feet.

Gary sucked my dick for several minutes but I couldn't get hard. Jeff took his turn sucking my dick, but I still couldn't get a boner. It was like I had already cum inside and I couldn't get it back up. This wasn't typical of me. I was used to getting my nuts off and two minutes later I would be hard, wanting to get off again.

I felt embarrassed. I told them, "Sorry, but I don't think I can get hard again."

Gary said, "Don't worry about it. It happens sometimes." Bullshit! Not with me. I was a 21 year old stud. I had never had a problem getting a boner.

Gary told me, "Just relax, let it happen." He started pulling on my dick and playing with my balls while Jeff continued to rub my body and lick my neck and shoulders. Sure enough, I gave into the feelings and started to bone up.

Gary went back to sucking my dick, but I couldn't get to the point where I felt like I could cum. After several minutes of sucking me, he pulled off and asked, "Do you think you can cum yet?"

I told him, "No. I just can't get there."

He then told me, "Try jacking yourself off."

I did as he suggested while he kept playing with my balls and Jeff kept rubbing my body and tweaking my nipples.

I guess there's just something about the way one works themselves and soon I felt it happening. I could feel my orgasm building, getting closer and closer as I jacked my cock faster and faster.

The two men saw I was going to make it and started egging me onward. Jeff hugged me harder and said, "Yeah! Do it. Shoot that load baby. Do it."

Being the queer, fucker that Gary was, he knelt down in front of me and said, "Let me have it. Let me suck you off. Give it to me!"

I let go of my cock and threw my hands up and held onto Jeff's arms that were holding me up around my chest. Gary quickly took my cock into his mouth and started sucking. My legs felt like jelly. My whole body started shaking and I felt dizzy.

I screamed, "Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck!" My body heaved and convulsed as my orgasm overtook me.

Gary sucked my balls dry until my legs gave out and Jeff let my body slip through his arms, letting me rest on my knees. Jeff held me so I wouldn't fall over. It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had and I felt very weak. As I rested against Jeff`s legs, catching my breath, I heard the guys laughing.

Jeff said, "Did you see that? That was awesome! I thought the kid was going to die."

Gary said, "No shit! I've never seen someone cum like that."

They both knelt down beside me. Jeff was still holding me. He asked, "Are you alright kid?"

I squeezed his arm and weakly told him, "Yeah man. I'm okay. That was a big cum." They both stared laughing again and so did I.

Jeff helped me stand back up and Gary helped me get my jeans pulled back up. With legs like a new born colt, they both helped me down the hill and back to my car. We agreed we would hook up again together, but that never happened. That was my last encounter at the Port Washington, Ohio rest area.

A couple of days later I went up north to see my mom and wound up staying with her for a few weeks. When I returned to Port Washington, I found that the old shit-house and little park had been bulldozed over.

After I posted the first chapter of this story several years ago, a reader e-mailed me and told me he had known of the small rest area to be a gay hook up site and that Guernsey County had demolished the site because of it. Seems they don't like queers in Guernsey County.

Special thanks to Nifty author Paul S. Stevens for proof reading and his suggestions for the final draft of this story.

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