Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:34:25 -0800 From: Doug Jones Subject: The Rest Area in Mississippi Please submit feedback to dougjones671@inbox.com The Rest Area in Mississippi About 10 years ago when I was stationed in Mississippi, I lived in Biloxi. I worked in Pascagoula, but lived in Biloxi so I would have to take the 25 mile drive every day to work. Since I took it so often, I learned a lot about that stretch of road. I had to go into work one Saturday morning for something not too important so I didn't have to go in too early or wear my uniform. It was kind of cool for that time of the year so I put on my sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I strolled into work about 0900 and took care of whatever it was I had to do. They were serving lunch at the time so I grabbed a quick bite to eat and then left to go home. I was only about 31 at the time, so it seemed like I was constantly horny. I was married to a very sexy woman who would screw me every night, but I still liked it at all times of the day and what she didn't know, was that I also liked it in ways she couldn't provide. One of my other stories from living there was meeting this older couple from a swinger's magazine and then going back to their house in Mobile, AL and fucking the big titted wife while the husband watched and took pictures. That is a different story though. Another way my wife couldn't provide for me was fucking me in the ass. I was feeling particularly horny this morning and I was glad I got out of the office because I was afraid my hard-on would show through my sweat pants. I made it out of there without anybody noticing and got into my car and headed west. I knew if I could wait until I got home, I could get some pussy from my wife, but I was feeling like something different this morning. I knew there was a rest stop on the way home, so I decided to stop there and see if there were any truckers working this fall, Saturday afternoon. I pulled into the rest stop and even though I didn't notice any trucks, I did see several cars. If I would have seen that many cars on a Saturday night, I would have assumed something entirely different, but since it was during the day, I assumed it was regular travelers stopping to relieve themselves as they drove west. I parked away from the restroom building, next to the edge of the rest area and walked into the bathrooms. My assumptions about who was there were partially confirmed when I noticed several Louisiana license plates (people driving home), and several older couples hanging out at the vending machines. Regardless, I did have to use the restroom so I went inside the building and found the mens' room. It was good to go inside because the warm air from the heaters felt good on this particularly cool day. I didn't notice anybody hanging out inside the restarea information area as I entered the building so I didn't think there would be anybody inside the restrooms either. I liked this rest area because it had the double doors into the restroom. You had an outer door that was kind of squeaky, and then you had another door that opened to the actual restroom. The squeaky, outer door is always a good alarm to warn if anybody is coming. As I entered the restroom, there was one old man washing his hands and one person in one of the stalls. That person had taken the stall farthest away from the sinks and door, which is the one I would normally take when I was checking things out, so I took the one next to it in the middle. I walked in, latched the door and pulled down my sweatpants to take a seat. As I was lowering my sweats, I noticed a good sized pre-cum stain on them. It was a good thing I left work when I did. My dick wasn't hard anymore, but there was a lot of pre cum. As soon as I sat down, I heard the old man walk out so it left only me and the person next to me. I took a look at the shoes of the person to see if there was anything I could tell about him, but the white, K-swiss tennis shoes weren't very revealing of anything. I did notice he had on black, colored briefs, so maybe he was a little wild. LOL. At least they weren't tightie whities like mine. I sat there for a while and played with myself and listened for anybody else to walk in. I couldn't tell if the person next to me was there for what I was. I t could have been the noise of me playing with myself or anything else, but something made the guy next to me start tapping his foot. That is generally the sign that the person is interested in doing something. These stalls were nice, but they didn't have any glory holes, which meant we wouldn't be able to do anything there. There was a little peephole in the wall, but it wasn't really even big enough to see who the other person was. I looked and looked, but couldn't see a thing. I finally did notice the person had written a note on a small piece of paper that said come with me outside. I heard him pull up his pants and leave the restroom and I soon did the very same thing. Once I exited the second door, I noticed a middle aged black man standing there and as I looked down at his shoes, I could tell it was the man that had been sitting in there next to me. He was looking at the map on the wall like he was trying to get some information, as I walked outside to the vending machine. As I was putting money into the machine to get a soda for the drive home, he walked out, walked past me and grabbed his crotch. It was too obvious, but since I was looking for it, I noticed it. He headed towards the general area of my car on the edge of the rest area. There was another truck over there that must have been his. I watched as he headed towards his truck and once he made sure nobody was watching, stepped into the trees next to the parking area. I immediately headed towards my car and as I got to it, I could see him standing in the trees. I opened up my passenger door to put the Diet Coke inside and look around to make sure nobody was watching. Nobody was. I shut my door and walked to him. There was a little embankment in the trees, so you could stand up and see the entire rest area without anybody really noticing. He had stepped in far enough so he was completely out of sight. I did the same. Once I got to him, he said hello and started unbuckling his pants. He said he didn't have much time because he had to get home to his wife. That made me feel better because I was in the same situation. He unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down revealing a nice, big, juicy black cock. I quickly got on my knees and started sucking his cock. It didn't take him long to get rock hard because he had been playing with himself in the restroom also. His cock filled my mouth. It was very, very nice. I sucked on him for a little while and thought he was going to cum, and then he made me stop. He told me to stand up and pull my own sweats down. I did that and my cock sprang out like a spring. He just walked up to me and started stroking my cock a little. I thought he was going to suck it, but I soon found out he was there to cum himself. He asked me if I fucked to which I said "Of Course". He didn't need to hear any more and I didn't need any coaxing. He pulled my sweats down the rest of the way to my ankles and turned me so I faced the parking lot. He got behind me and pulled his own pants down to his ankles too. He told me to get on my elbows which was easy because we were standing on a little bit of a hill. It seemed like I was completely bent over but I was standing up with my elbows on the ground in front of me. The top of my head was just high enough so I could see the entire parking lot and he stood behind me with his swollen, black tool standing at attention. I asked him if he had a rubber, which he said he didn't and I don't know what came over me, but I said as long as he had lube, he was going to be able to fuck me. I told him I was in the military and was tested regularly and he said he liked that. (I am tested regularly and even with the rare BB times, I am still good to go). I was on my arms so I could see behind me really easily. I saw him bend down to get the lube out of his pockets and watched him spread it on his beautiful cock and then drip some drops on my ass. He rubbed it on my asshole and used his oily fingers to coat the inside of my hole. Even his fingers were big. Once I was coated thoroughly and his cock had plenty on it too, he asked me if I was ready. I said "Yes, just fuck me". His cock was at the perfect height to enter my ass without having to bend his own legs. He poked his swollen head at the entrance and gently began easing it in. It hurt at first so I told him to stop. He didn't pull it out, but he did stop trying to go any farther. I finally got used to it and told him to fuck me again. He finally eased his cock all the way in and without moving any, he reached around with his lube coated hand to play with my cock. I made him stop because I knew I would cum too quickly. He pulled his hand away and then put his hands on my hips. He held me by my hips as he started rocking his cock in and out. I rested on my elbows and watched the parking lot and then watched him as he fucked me good. His long cock pressed just right on my prostate and and my tight ass squeezed down on his cock. I could tell he was about to cum and I knew I was about to. He started moaning and telling me my ass was better than his wife's pussy. He fucked me, and fucked me and started making faces. He finally erupted into my ass and started to stop, but I told him to go just a little more. His cock never seemed to soften so he kept in in my ass and then finally I busted my nut all over the ground without even touching myself. It felt fantastic. He could tell I was done from the pile of cum on the ground, so he pulled his cock out. He kind of smacked me on my ass and thanked me. Before I knew it, his pants were up and he was getting in his truck. Meanwhile, I had an ass full of cum so I just squeezed my cheeks together, pulled up my pants and headed back to the restroom. I made it inside without spilling any and wiped myself clean of all cum, and little bit of blood, before I headed home to my wife and dog. It was nice to be a family man.