Author's Note: This characters in this story are complete fiction. Some of the elements of the sexual activity described in the story could be considered seriously unsafe. For example, having anonymous unprotected sex at an Interstate Rest Area is not recommended and could get you in real health and/or legal trouble (It has happened in the past and is continuing even today and is a great setting for the first chapter.). This story series will follow the main character (a 30-year-old male) as he struggles with his awakening bisexuality. Most of the story line will focus on his expanding experiences of man-to-man sex with a few heterosexual activities. All characters in this story are over the age of 20.
Corporate Training Part One
I have always enjoyed driving at night, especially when making long trips. Night driving has the benefits of less traffic and on the Interstate highways one can travel efficiently for long distances. Listening to the radio, less stressful traffic situations and 24/7 convenience store availability make a nighttime trip almost pleasant. This is a story about one such trip where something happened that will change my life.
The trip, seven-hour drive, started on a warm Saturday evening primarily on an Interstate Highway to attend an eight-week training program for my company. I was going up early to get a good night's rest before the training started Monday morning as well as take some time on Sunday to become familiar with the amenities near the training complex.
Even though there was nice weather and light traffic, my mood was not very good because I was going to be away from my wife for the entire two-month training course. Since this was an intense leadership training course, spouses were not included in the travel authorization since the company wanted the class to focus on the course material without family distractions. The only reason I signed up for the course was the healthy pay raise and increased promotion potential after the training was completed. After five years of working at the lower levels without even a decent raise, I had jumped at the opportunity to take the training and start moving up in the company.
Even with the benefits promised on completion of the course, I was not looking forward to spending eight weeks away from family. To make matters worse, for the past few weeks my wife and I were arguing over everything, with the logical result that sex with my wife was not happening. There had not been any sex in the household for the past month and I was horny as hell and starting the course with a big set of blue balls. First on my list of things to do on Sunday was to get some XXX videos and buy some lubrication since the only sex I was looking at for the next eight weeks was self-pleasure.
It was twilight when I left home and traffic was not too bad, but the trip would take several hours so I relaxed to better enjoy the drive. I made prior arrangements with the hotel for a late check-in early Sunday morning so there was no reason to rush. In the warm weather I was wearing shorts commando style as usual. After darkness was complete and the traffic became very light, I set the cruise control for 70 then took the opportunity to pull my cock out and gently rub myself.
I began rubbing my soft cock very lightly on the sensitive underside. Slowly moving my hand up and down, gently pinching the underside to enhance the arousal. I could feel myself growing hard, making the entire length of my cock very sensitive. Before long I was getting very hard and horny, wrapping my hand around the shaft and pumping.
When I could feel my cum rising, I would slow the pumping down just enough to maintain the feeling of impending orgasm. I would continue masturbating on the edge, nearly shooting my load then stopping.
I could feel the impending orgasm subsiding with both satisfaction and hunger for more. I would wait until my erection was completely down before starting the process again. Each time I took my self to the edge, the sensitivity of my cock grew more and more intense.
The edging lasted for a couple of hours. I stopped because I did not want to cum this early in the trip and thought to myself where is the fun in having orgasm while driving down the road at 70 miles an hour.
Just before ten PM, I had to go to the bathroom with some urgency. As usual, the large coffee consumed as well as edging for a long time resulted in my needing to take a leak. Fortunately, at about the same time I saw the familiar sign informing me of a rest stop one mile ahead on the right.
There was no traffic as I slowed down and pulled into the rest area. I drove slowly into the automobile side of the rest area parking lot. Three cars were parked near the rest rooms and I parked a few spaces away. Looking around there were two people walking their dogs in the pet area otherwise this side of the Rest Area appeared empty.
Several tractor trailer trucks were on the trucking side of the rest area. Most of the trucks were idling slowly maintaining air conditioning in the cab as the drivers rested. There were no other people outside and I saw nobody going to the rest rooms. It seemed as if I would have the rest room to myself.
I made sure my cock was back inside my shorts before opening the door, however, it was still semi-hard and pushed out my shorts a little. I was a little self-conscious so I tried to pull my t-shirt down as I walked to the restroom. At least it was dark and the rest area lights were not very bright so I was sure nobody saw the erection as I walked to the restroom with a small bulge in my shorts.
The bathroom was arranged like most other men's rooms in the interstate rest areas. The sinks were closest to the exit. The urinals (with no privacy partitions) and the toilet stalls were past the sinks in the back of the room. There was no one in the bathroom when I walked in and all the toilet stall doors were open.
For some reason, I will never know why, I walked to the urinal at the back of the bathroom next to the toilet stalls, pulled my cock out of my shorts and began to relieve myself. A few seconds later footsteps in the doorway alerted me that someone was coming in to the rest room.
He walked directly to the urinal next to me and pulled out his cock and started rubbing it sensually. I could not help staring at the smooth shaved cock as the man changed hands to give me a better view. I must have kept looking a little longer than usual, when I looked up he was staring at me and said "Would you like to help me get hard?"
This was a new experience for me, I had never thought of man-on-man sex. My company frowned on gays and I knew I could get in real trouble if this went any further. Yet the combination of masturbating to the edge, no sex lately and being horny, led to the decision that yes, I wanted to feel that cock next to me.
Without even thinking about it, my hand slowly mover over and I gently wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt soft and warm as I moved my hand up and down feeling it throb as it was getting hard. I loved it and felt a surge of desire making my cock grow harder as well.
He reached over and began to feel my cock, moving his hand from my balls to the head making it harder still. He whispered in my ear, "It appears you like my dick, would you like to suck it?"
Two conflicting thoughts came to me at the same time, in the past I would never consider even the possibility of sucking another man's cock and now, with us holding each other's cock in our hands, I very much wanted to suck his cock.
I never thought of touching another man's junk until now and here I was faced with a decision to do something purely on impulse. On one side, the instinctual self-protection and religious background thoughts were warning me to get the hell away from the situation NOW! At the same time my mouth was watering at the thought of taking his cock into my mouth.
