It was way too early in the morning for Brad- well, it was too early in the morning for anyone, really. He glanced down to the clock in his work truck. 4:00 o'clock in the morning. The sun wasn't even out yet. He groaned and continued barreling down the highway hoping to get to his job site early and catch some quick sleep.
Brad was burning the candle at both ends. He was finishing up his engineering degree while working crazy hours for a construction materials testing company to help pay for school. It was a hectic line of work that often meant Brad was rushing out in the middle of the night to a job-site somewhere, only to end up sitting there in his truck for hours waiting for concrete trucks to arrive before he could do any actual testing.
Thankfully, his boss only scheduled him like this on weekends because of his school schedule. Nonetheless, the lack of sleep was starting to wear on him.
Seeing a sign for a rest stop ahead, Brad decided to pull off to take a leak and have a quick cigarette or two to wake himself up. As he turned into the rest stop, the place seemed dead. That wasn't particularly strange given the early hour. There weren't any cars in the parking lot, just a handful of cargo trucks parked in the back.
Brad pulled into a spot in front of the restrooms and made his way inside to relieve himself. The coffee was definitely running through his system; he felt like he was pissing for five minutes straight. He washed up and made his way outside to light up a cigarette.
He was leaning against the outside of the building, lazily scrolling on his phone and enjoying his cigarette when he briefly registered someone coming towards him in the dark. Brad brushed it off-
Must be one of the truckers
, he thought to himself.
As the figure came under the street lamps outside of the restrooms, Brad saw that he was a tall black man, over six feet tall, and probably in his late 50s. As the man came closer, Brad couldn't help but notice that he was grabbing his cock through his pants. The bulge was enormous.
What the hell is going on
, he thought to himself.
"Come on, white boy," the man barked out, "today's your fucking day."
Brad was horrified. This guy obviously thought he was here for some sort of homosexual encounter at the rest stop.
Brad definitely was not gay. He wasn't a cassa nova or anything, but he'd been dating a few girls over his college years. He had slept with two of them. Sure, the majority of his love life involved porn and his own right hand but he had only ever been attracted to girls. The thought of this man displaying his cock like this and assuming he would have any interest in that sort of thing disgusted him.
The man towered over Brad's small five-foot six-inch frame as he brushed by him and then stood in the restroom doorway, still rubbing his engorged cock through his pants.
Brad was going to tell this weirdo to fuck off and get on his way.
Lesson learned
, he thought,
don't hang around a public restroom in the middle of the night
.
Brad turned to face him to do just that, but his eyes couldn't break away from the cock still growing in the man's pants. Even in the dim light, seeing it through the fabric of the man's pants, it must have been ten inches long.
Brad's gaze must have lasted longer than he realized.
"You gonna stare, or are you gonna suck?" the strange older man barked again.
Brad should have turned away. He should have just told this man off and gotten back in his truck and left that place. That's not what he did. Almost robotically, as if he wasn't in control of his own legs, he followed the man through the restroom door.
"Last stall. On your knees." the man grunted.
Brad couldn't believe what was happening. He found himself obediently following this man toward the handicapped stall at the back of the room. His whole body was shaking.
This is crazy, get the fuck out of here
, he thought.
"Easy now, snowflake," the man laughed, "I ain't gonna break you."
