The Interstate went on mile after uneventful mile, a perfect ribbon of black cutting the desert before me. The car's air conditioner kept us cool while outside the world sweltered. Beside me, my wife dozed and in the back seat, my son did the same. If I paid attention to the road and my surroundings, I would go mad with boredom. In the cool comfort of the car I let my mind wander to visions of sexy women, perfect smooth butts, firm flawless tits, and downy soft pubic mounds. I had a raging hardon and my hand would occasionally wander to it and give it a tug or a squeeze.
All the action in my shorts eventually brought on a seething need to relieve my bladder. A sign said there was a rest area in five miles. I needed it. I took the rest area exit, pulling first onto a side road and then into the parking lot at the rest area. My son still slept and my wife opened her eyes, nodded when I said I was going to take a leak, and closed her eyes once again. I got out of the car, locked it and headed toward the men's room.
All of the urinals were full so I walked to the last of five stalls and entered. As I did I noticed a hole in the wall leading into the next stall. Out of curiosity I leaned down a bit to look at the stall's occupant and saw his hand, wet with cum, slowly working over his semi-flaccid wet dick. He must have noticed my leaning because he reached out and ran his finger around the edge of the hole. An invitation if ever I saw one. I dropped my shorts and shoved my dick through the hole. The guy was instantly on his knees, rubbing my dick around his face, which I could feel was wet. I assumed it was with other travelers' cum. He soon tired of this sport and started licking the underside of my cock. I wanted him to suck on my balls as well, but the hole was far to small for my balls to fit into it along with my dick.
He finally opened his mouth and began sucking my dick in earnest. It felt great, but I still had a burning need to fulfill. It stuck me then that most people who would enter this stall were folks like me, who had been on the road for hours and needed to piss really bad. This guy sucking my schlong must realize this as well, so I concentrated and let loose with just a small stream of pee. The guy swallowed and removed my dick from his mouth just long enough for a single word to work its way up from deep within him, "More," before shoving my cock back in.
It had been years since I had peed on or in anyone, never being able to get my wife interested in it. I let loose with a slow steady stream of golden liquid which the freak in the other stall greedily drank. Peeing on someone is a visually exciting thing for me though and the stall wall was in the way, so while I continued to pee I slowly pulled my dick back through the hole in the wall. The guy was freaking, he didn't want to miss a drop and tried to hold onto my dick with his mouth.
"Don't worry," I whispered, "you can have it all, I just want to see it." He seemed to understand and let my dick slowly slide from his mouth, which he pressed against the stall wall, covering the hole. I pulled my dick completely from his lips and watched the yellow stream arch into his open mouth. I watched his mouth fill repeatedly with my piss, then it would close slightly as he opened his throat and swallowed. He loved it, every drop of it and so did I. My bladder had really been full; he must have drank at least a quart of my piss.
The stream began to waiver and wane and I moved my dick back up to the hole and his waiting lips. Finally the golden stream stopped flowing; he licked the end of my dick with relish, kissing the head and trying to ram his tongue up my pisshole then started to move back away from the hole in the wall. I let loose with the small amount of piss I had been saving and, from the sounds he made, I got him right across the face with it. I rasped, "Not so fast slut, wash it down with my cum." He stayed on his knees and sucked my cock back into his hungry mouth.
He nibbled at the underside, ran his tongue around and around the head. He worked his mouth up and down my shaft, turning his head left and right, slobbering over my cock like a real pro. Sooner than I expected I could feel the cum in my balls making its way up the shaft of my dick. I jerked it from his mouth, rapidly stroking it with one hand and fondling my balls with the other as I shot load after load of hot cum into his waiting mouth. After five or six massive spurts I shoved my dripping dick back through the hole and into his mouth, letting him suck the rest of the cum out of me. He kept at it until my dick shrank down to a limp hunk of flesh. I finally eased it from his lips and sat down on the toilet.
I knew I always have to piss soon after cumming and didn't want to have to stop at the next rest area so I waited for the need to overtake me again. By looking at his feet I could tell that my friend in the next stall was sitting down too. I listened closely and could hear people pissing at the urinals. Nothing makes you have to go like the sound of others pissing away. I could feel the urge beginning in me. A minute or two more and I would be ready to piss a decent load.
I suddenly heard dribbling sounds like a woman peeing coming from the stall next to mine. I knew I had seen a dick on this guy so I leaned down to the hole to take a look. He was a guy all right, a young guy in his late teens, maybe early twenties. And he was peeing, but his dick wasn't aimed into the bowl, but rather straight up . He was totally nude and his piss was hitting him in the chest, running down his stomach in golden rivulets, and dripping off his crotch to dribble into the bowl. He must have noticed me at the hole, because he looked up at me, mouthed the words, "Thank you lover," ran his tongue around his lips, and then leaning his head down, began to pee into his own mouth. God, what a sight. My dick was a steel bar again as I pounded it with my fist and watched this guy chow down on his golden fluids. After ten seconds or so, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and empties the rest of his bladder onto his chest and stomach.
I sat back down and began pounding my cock in earnest, making loud slapping noises. A few seconds later I noticed a tongue sticking through the hole. I stood up and eased my dick back into that now familiar mouth which I quickly filled again with another load of my cum. I dropped to my knees and shoved my tongue through the hole and into my lover's mouth. He used his tongue to push forward the cum he had not yet swallowed and I lapped it up and swallowed it down. I then began licking around his lips tasting the tangy piss that still coated his face. He pulled his face back from the hole and as he rose to his feet and shoved his dick on through he whispered, "I got a little bit left for you baby." I hungrily sucked his small dick into my mouth as it began to spew forth its golden juice. I swallowed two delicious solid blasts of amber love straight from his sticky cock. I sucked the last dribblings of hot piss from his dick, licked it clean and he pulled it back through the wall. My head was spinning, as I stood up, turned, and emptied my bladder in the toilet, pretending it was my lover's mouth. Finished, I pulled up my shorts and exited the stall.
There were two guys waiting, lined up outside the stall as I left who smiled great big shit-eating grins at me as I opened the door. One was a beautiful, muscular black man with a massive bulge in his shorts I couldn't take my eyes off of. As I tried to move from the door he moved towards it and we bumped into each other. My hand was down by my side and went straight for his crotch, squeezing a wonderful mass of hot meat. I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. He took my hand in his and pulled me into the stall with him.