I walked into the Preble rest stop with great intention and focus -- it had been too long a drive and too much coffee and too many miles between rest stops. If I didn't piss in the next 30 seconds I was going to lose it and soak my pants good. I walked up to a urinal two down from the only other guy in the place, unzipped and let it rip. It had been close -- my eyes were tearing up I had to go so bad. It was a major relief.
After about 15 seconds of release I let out a breath of air and stepped back a couple inches. At least now I could think. I had been looking at my dick and my piss and not really noticing the guy down from me a bit. I kind of turned my head slightly toward him just to see who I was in there with.
Turns out the guy was pretty hot -- thin younger guy with black hair. Without being too obvious, my eyes drifted down to his dick in his hand. He was also standing away from the urinal a bit. At that point I don't think he was peeing, just holding his dick. It kind of blew my mind -- first of all he was huge and clearly chubbed out, second his dick was bent, curving down instead of straight out.
I was still emptying out my bladder and feeling that relief but suddenly all I could think of was what it would be like to have that dick down my throat. Despite my active pissing my dick was starting to swell.
I breathed in and turned my face back to the urinal and the wall -- trying to control my thoughts -- I didn't want to end up with this huge hard on right there. It stayed under control long enough for me to finish up. I squeezed the last stream of piss out and breathed back in. My heart was still racing and my thoughts were going nuts.
I turned my head back toward the guy, just to get one more look, maybe something to jerk off about in one of the stalls.
His dick was still in his hand and looked even bigger than before. Our eyes met. I wanted to look away, like I was afraid he would call me out, maybe call me a fag or beat me.
But clearly he wanted something and I did not want to miss it. I kept looking at him. I'm sure I couldn't have kept my desire from coming through even if I wanted to. I bit my lower lip and kept my swelling dick in my hand. He was lightly stroking his own cock now and I was beyond turned on watching him. My fear said look away. Thank God my desire said don't, and I didn't.
Looking at me, his eyes going from my eyes and then down to my dick and back again, holding my gaze, he jerked his head to the individual stalls area. Not even thinking about it I found myself nodding my head yes and stroking my own dick. We were still alone.
The restroom and three stalls, two were next to each other with the standard walls and door about 6 feet high and a foot or so off the floor. The third one was like its own room -- it had the standard metal door, but the stall itself was a wall to ceiling cinder blocks.
He half placed his dick in his pants and walked over to the more isolated stall. I semi secured my own dick in my pants and followed him over.
He walked into the stall and I was right behind him. After I got into the stall he reached around and shut and latched the door behind us.
It was only then I got a good look at his face. He was hotter than I thought. Probably around 20, he had an olive complexion and a light, almost wispy few-day beard. His eyes were deep brown and his lips soft and not too wide. Looking at him I just wanted to kiss him, feel is tongue in my mouth. Being this close to him I could smell him too. He was a smoker and smelled like smoke. He also had a hot musky body odor of maybe a couple days between showers. I was just frozen in his presence.
He looked me in the eyes and half smiled. I guess he also liked what he saw. I'm in my 30s a runner with a tall thin athletic frame. I've got brown hair that's going grey prematurely and a full beard.
My back was to the toilet with him in front of me. He reached up both his hands to my shoulders and pushed me down onto the toilet. I was eye level with his crotch. His pants unzipped with that hot dick bulging and raging just behind one layer of fabric.
I did not hesitate. I probably could not have anyway but I would have hated myself for the rest of my life if I did. I put my mouth on his bulge through the fabric of his jeans and quickly undid his pants. He caressed the back of my head and moaned softly. I lifted his shirt up and rubbed my hand up his stomach. His mid-section was flat with a pleasure trail of soft black hair leading into his pants. I unbuttoned his jeans down below his boxer briefs and then I pulled down his briefs. Before I could get his underwear down I was almost overwhelmed by the smell of musk and body odor pouring in waves out from his crotch. It was both offensively strong and intoxicating. I inhaled deeply -- deeply enough almost to cough in response but only wanting more.
