Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 02:37:38 +0000
From: x
Subject: Iowa

It was summer in Iowa.  What can you say.  Hotter than hell and humid to
boot.  I'd been in the car on a cross country drive for several days and the
windows were down with 85 degree heat and similar humidity.  If it wasn't
for the wind coming in the window, my shorts and tee shirt would have been
soaked.

I checked the map and was supposed to find a rest stop in the middle of the
state off on a side road. I got there to discover that the road was closed,
but my coffee consumption had been prodigious that morning and I had to pee
like the proverbial racehorse.  It was Saturday and there were no workmen in
sight.  I went around the barricades and traveled the half-mile up to the
rest area.  At least it wasn't blocked off.  I turned into the parking lot,
killed the engine and went into the men's room where I quickly unzipped and
started a long and ahhh inspiring off load.

This was one of these rest stops with a pretty primitive set up.  It was a
modernized outhouse and there was a screened window over the urinal that
looked out over the parking lot.  The only car in sight was that old Ford I
was driving and as my bladder emptied, I started checking out the walls for
the inevitable graffiti.

Well, this was most unusual.  Instead of "for a good time call...", to the
right of the urinal was a drawing and quite a graphic one it was.  A cock at
full erection, drawn in loving detail by somebody who knew what they were
doing.  Not bad I thought.  Then I glanced to my left and there was a very
attractive young man's face, his tongue out, licking up the shaft of a nice
hard one.  Again, artwork, not just a line drawing.  I was impressed.

I was finally done urinating and I gave my pecker a shake as I turned to the
left in that empty privy and there on the side of the toilet stall was an
incredible drawing.  Two young men, engaged in some mutual oral
gratification, rendered in loving and very erotic detail.  This took someone
a great deal of time and the artist had some real talent.  One young man was
blond, the other had dark hair.  There were details in the faces that were
fascinating the filled with pure animal passion.  I felt myself begin to
stiffen.

I glanced out the window again and the lot was still empty except for my
Ford.  Cock out, I walked to the door of the stall, now anticipating more of
this delicious homo-erotic art.  I was stunned.  On the door was not a
drawing, but a painting.  Full color this time.  Detail and skin tone.  The
pubic hair matted with cum.  The cocks leaking and dripping their passion.
The two young men engaged in a delirious kiss as their exploded cum ran down
their bodies.  I was fully erect and my hand went to my cock.

I pushed the door open.  I was hungry for the next sexual artwork and one
was there indeed.  Inside was not a drawing, but the nude blond young man
that was the subject of these works.  I stopped in my tracks, embarrassed
briefly that I was stroking my cock to these drawings.  He looked at me and
my condition and immediately stepped forward toward me.  "My name is Jed."

That was all he said before he took my cock in his hand.  I melted.  I took
his cock in mine and we stood there in silence for a moment, savoring the
touch of each other in silence.  "I'm Bob," was all I said when his cock
swelled up to a nice 7 inch erection.

In moments he was sucking me.  Licking up the underside of my shaft.
Flicking the head of my cock with his tongue.  He laved my balls with his
tongue, sucked them into his mouth and then deep throated my down to my
pubic hair.

We traded places and I did him as well.  Not a word was shared as we
lasciviously sucked each other until finally he lost his load in my mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah" he erupted.  His cock jumping with each burst of sperm.
Finally he was spent but still I sucked his tender cock to give him that
last ounce of pleasure.

He returned the favor and soon I was grunting out my own pleasure as I
spurted into his mouth, jet after jet of cum rolling into his mouth and
spilling out the lips, running down his chin.  He stood up and kissed me,
forcing my cum into my mouth.  I took it and gave it back to him, our
tongues slurping it back and forth until it finally disappeared.

We were both spent.  Finally we talked and shared more than our names.

He was a local.  He worked his family's farm that backed up to this rest
stop.  On days like this, he went in to do some drawing and painting.  He'd
never been caught, but since every time they found it, the officials always
painted over it, he always had a fresh canvas to try some new things on.

After a while, he asked if I would like to take a swim.  Hot, sweaty, stick
with cum, I said of course I would.

He said to follow him.  I started to get dressed, but he told me not to
bother.  Nude, he led me out of the john and through some bushes.  We
carried our clothes with us.  About 400 yards away, through some bushes and
trees, we crossed off the state land and onto his family's property.  It
felt great to be outdoors, nude and hiking like this.  In a few moments, we
came to a pond, surrounded by grass.  It was Jed's swimming hole.

I dropped my clothes and waded in.  The water was warm and perfect for a
swim.  I splashed around for a bit with Jed and he swam over to me.  We
stood there, close to each other with water up to our chests, each searching
the other's eyes.  We knew we were not done for the day.

Soon a friendly hand from Jed found me and I found him.  Our cocks swelled
again as we played with each other in that pond.  I wanted more.

"Let's go up there," I said, pointing to the grass.  I led the way.

It's an odd feeling to walk out of a pond in the hot summer with a hard on.
No one around, fully aroused, your lover following you, the air hitting your
skin and beginning to evaporate the water on your skin.  I turned to Jed on
the shore and we shared another kiss.  This time our hard cocks mashed
against each other and we ground them together, lost in that kiss.

There was a convenient spot where there was a little drop off.  I laid back
on it.  Jed went into his pant's pocket and luckily had some lube with him.
He sucked me for a few minutes and used the lube and his fingers to open me
up.  Then he stood up over me, rubbed his cock against mine for a minute.  I
reached down and spread more lube over that lovely dick.  He pressed it
against me and slowly entered me.

It took longer to do than it does to describe.  His cock slowly, by
fractions of an inch, pushing ever further into my ass until he was fully
embedded in me.  My cock still hard, he stroked me.  I could feel his balls
up against me and knew he was fully in me.

He began to stroke me.  Slowly at first, he fucked me.  The delicious cock
sliding in, then pulling slowly out.  His hand continuing to stroke me as I
lay on my back and took him.  His speed picked up, the fucking cock now
rapidly moving in and out, his hand on my cock speeding up as well.  I could
feel his cock swell just as I reached my peak.  My cock went off like a
rocket.  Being my second time that day, I would have expected a smaller
load, but this one was one of the biggest loads I ever shot.  He grunted,
his cock jumped in me and I knew he was cumming as well.

We stayed like this for a while, his cock slowly shrinking in my ass until
it finally popped out.  My own cock withering after my orgasm.

We took another dip in the pond and I had to be on my way.  I don't know
what ever happened to that man, but think of him often and the afternoon of
pure passion we shared.  I still can't drive through Iowa in the summer
without rolling the window down and feeling the heat and humidity flow in.
I get hard just driving through the state.  Maybe I'll go back to that rest
area again and see if there is any new art.