Rest Stop Pleasures, part 1
Perfect day for a break. Sunny and warm for a change. About six big rigs were pulled into the rest stop, but they rarely delivered on the promise. But there were eight cars parked, staggered along the sidewalk. How many had warm cocks ready to be stroked or sucked. I would find out. I walked into the men’s room. No one. I took out my limp cock and stroked gently. I was not feeling anything really except some boredom and growing lust. In a minute, a tall thin man, older than I was, walked in wearing loose shorts and a jacket. Only three urinals, and he went to the one by the wall. I was stroking, and he made no moves. I felt my cock stir a little, and looked up. He was staring at …