A happily married entrepreneur has bisexual experience in a truck stop bathroom. It awakens long suppressed sexual feelings.
My name is Caleb Krane, 37. My wife, Nicole, 37, and I own a moderately successful IT consulting business. We met in our senior year of college and married before we graduated. We've been married 15 years, have a set of twins aged 14.
The COVID 19 quarantine restrictions have been a lucrative boon for our business. Companies have employees working from home, and most of them have no skills in setting up a remote workstation. That's where Nicole and I come in. We set up and maintain small networks for remote working for various companies.
We were driving home from one such job late one night. It was about a six-hour drive after a long day but saved us the extra hotel and meal costs. Business is booming, but we still have to watch our expenses.
My wife, Nicole, was asleep, cuddled up in the fetal position, in the backseat of our Range Rover. We had been on the road for the last three hours, leaving our previous job at about 6 pm.
After the second cup of coffee from our thermos, I needed to piss. Luckily a highway sign announced a rest stop a few miles down the highway. I pulled in and parked in the automobile section of the parking lot
"Pit stop," I said, leaning over the seat and patting Nicole on her luscious ass. My wife is the sexiest woman I know, and we have an active sex life. These trips away from the kids allow us to explore our kinkier side in hotels and, occasionally, in our truck. We were too tired to get frisky and just wanted to get home tonight.
"Everything okay," my wife asked sleepily?
"I've got to take a leak! I will be right back," I said, leaning over the front seat.
"Okay," she sighed and drifted back to sleep.
We've had our experiences with rest stop bathrooms. They ranged from disgustingly filthy to reasonably clean. This bathroom, which had one stall and two urinals, was not wholly messy, nor was it the world's cleanest bathroom. The floor around the urinals was wet with urine, so I decided to use the stall.
I unzipped, fished out my cock, and sighed as my piss began to flow. Sometimes a good piss can be almost as satisfying as good sex. Almost!
The bathroom door opened, and footsteps approached one of the urinals, followed by the sound of another man unzipping and taking a piss. Like I had, he sighed, and I heard his piss splashing into the urinal.
I finished, flushed the toilet, left the stall, and went over to wash my hands. I was eager to get back on the road and get home as soon as possible. We were only halfway home, and I was already exhausted and needed some sleep. Nicole has night vision blindness, so I do all night driving.
"Man, that felt good, been holding it in for like an hour," the man said, approaching the sink and starting to wash his hands.
He was a black trucker who looked about 50 years old, give or take. He was probably about 6 feet tall or so tall, with an average build and a shaved head.
"Yea, I still got about 3 hours of driving for me," I said.
"Damn, long night ahead of you," he said.
He continued washing his hands, making what I thought was small talk.
"This used to be one of my favorite stops until the cops came down on this place hard about two months ago. "
"What did they bust this place for," I asked curiously.
"Prostitution. The Pavement Princesses hung around the truck parking area, selling their favors. I travel this highway frequently and was one of their best customers. After being on the road, it was a pretty good stop for a quick blowjob to relieve the tension. The girls were nothing special, but they got the job done."
"Oh, I didn't realize that. I'm not from around here, so I have never stopped here before."
"After the bust, something kinda bizarre happened. I was taking a piss when a kid walked in; he had to have been only about 20 years old. He was the colorful type, the kind that played for the other team if you know what I mean,"
I took this as the kid had the features of a homosexual. Perhaps tight clothes, fancy hair, or any other feminine trait that might stick out.
"Anyway, after I did my business, the kid was standing there, staring at my dick. I asked him, 'can I help you?'.
I glanced at his crotch, noting the bulge in his faded jeans. The trucker smiled and continued.
"He started talking about how it was too bad the place got busted and all that. Then out of nowhere, he asked me if he could be of any help. I said, what exactly do you mean, boy. He goes well; I give excellent blowjobs; at least that's what all the truckers around here say."
"Seriously," I asked, shocked?"
"Yep," the black guy said, nodding, "I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but before I even had a chance to respond, he walked over and dropped to his knees."
' I want to suck it for you, daddy. Give me that black cock,' he said, unzipping my pants.
"Now, I ain't gay or anything, so I figured why not! Who would know? Besides, I figured a blowjob is a blowjob!"
"I relaxed and leaned back on the counter. This young gay kid sucks my dick, giving me the best blowjob ever. I mean lots of tongue action and deep sucking. It was so good that I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth just like I did the Pavement Princesses until I eventually busted a nut. It was awkward, something I had never done before, but it was a great blowjob."
I was taken back by his story but intrigued. I unconsciously glanced at his crotch area again. He saw me and chuckled while brushing his hand over his shaved head while looking in the mirror.
"Man, I sure could use one of those blowjobs now," he said, looking at me and cocking an eyebrow.
I dried my hands, not knowing what to say. The situation was tense, and I felt awkward and a little strange. A long-suppressed memory worked its way into my mind.
Fifteen years ago, when I was a college senior, I had a bisexual experience. My roommate and I attended a frat party. They served a 'punch' spiked with some drug; we were never sure what. The intent was to get the girls attending the party high enough to drop their inhibitions...and their panties! It worked too well!
MY roommate Eric and I were spit roasting a chunky sorority sister. She had a round fluffy ass that rippled nicely as I pounded her from behind. Eric was getting a blowjob and playing with her massive jugs.
He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth as he came. He laid down crosswise the blanket we had on the floor, watching me fuck her and urging me on.
"Knock the bottom out of that pussy, bro!"
