John walked into the rest stop bathroom on route 17 on his way to Rochester. It had been a long ride and he had to piss like mad. He quickly walked up to the urinal, unzipped his fly, pulled his dick out and let his piss stream out. He tilted his head back a bit from the relief of it all. He breathed heavily as he emptied his bladder. He had been horny most of the way up and because of that, and just needing to piss like crazy, his dick was sort of hard and extended. It felt big and thick in his hands.
He had had to piss so bad his eyes had been tearing up. Only after about 30 seconds was he able to relax. He sighed a bit and looked around the restroom. He had noticed another guy in there and a standing several urinals down but had not looked at him carefully. He looked to his left and was surprise to see a young guy, maybe 20 or so.
He was hot — a cute Latino guy. On top of that, he was standing at the urinal with a big chubbed out cock — a fucking super hot cock actually — kind of curved down, like bent. It was uncut but erect enough that the head was unhooded. John noticed that his own cock was getting harder in his hand as he finished pissing. He also noticed that the guy was looking at him and was stroking his own cock.
John's first inclination like always was to not maintain the eye contact — it was some old insecurity probably rooted in a sense that no one would be into him. It was actually pretty illogical. Even though he was middle aged he was still in great shape and good looking. He kept eye contact with the guy as they both stroked their own cocks. He was done pissing. But fuck this was hot.
John tilted his head toward the stalls and walked over to one. The guy hesitated for a minute but also walked over. The place was empty except the two of them for the moment but no telling how long that would last.
John walked into one of the stalls. As the guy walked in behind him he swung the door shut. Without a thought John leaned over the toilet with his back facing the guy. He was wearing sweats and lowered them just below his ass and pulled his boxer briefs down. He bent forward with his ass fully exposed below his shirt. His ass was tight and hot — he was a runner and in great shape.
The guy inhaled sharply. "Fuck," he said softly. And ran his hand over John's ass and let his fingers slide into his ass crack, gently massaging John's asshole.
"Ughhh, fuck," said John quietly.
"Fuck yeah," said the guy. His dick was already out of his gym shorts which he let drop down to his knees. John could hear him clear his throat and spit a gob into his hand. He could feel the warm wetness of it dripping into his ass crack. The guy hocked more spit onto John's ass, guiding it with his fingers and pushing it into John's crack. At the same time both of them were stroking their own cocks.
The guy pushed his cock into John's ass. Slowly at first - just the head, in and out, but then more. John took a breath sharply. "Fuck," he said softly. He pushed his full cock into John's ass. The guy was huge. His curved dick felt even bigger in John's ass than it had looked.
.
He began to fuck John — slowly at first but then faster - pushing in and out of John's ass as he bent forward over the toilet. He was so big that it hurt, but it also felt so good. John grunted a bit in pain and pleasure as he was fucked.
The guy began fucking him harder and his breathing quickened. He lifted John's shirt from behind and held John's sides as he fucked him. "Fuck man," he whispered, "your ass is so hot." He fucked him harder, his balls hitting against John's ass with each thrust. John could hear the guy's breath getting deeper.
"Oh fuck man," the guy whispered as he fucked John harder. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum man," he whispered. "Can I cum in your ass"
"Fuck yea," whispered John. "Please. Please. Please." John almost wanted to cry thinking about this guys load in his ass.
"Fuck, fuck," whispered the guy as he fucked harder. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He stopped pounding John's ass and pushed his cock hard up into him — the guy actually lifted up on his toes and he fucked deep in John's ass — releasing his load deep into John. "Fuck," he moaned quietly, "fuck."
John could feel the guy leaning into him, his dick was still deep in his ass and the guy was way out of breath. He held John from behind - John could feel his heart as the he wrapped his arms around John's chest as he recovered.
Finally, the guy pulled his cock out of John's ass. He could feel part of the guy's load dripping down his leg as the guy pulled up his own sweats. The guy turned and walked out of the stall. As he left the stall door swung close. John reached behind him and locked it. He stood there for a moment catching his own breath.
His sweats still down around his ankles and he reached around and ran his fingers through the cum dripping down his leg and brought it to his mouth. He had felt the guy pump a full load deep in his ass and he must have shot more on his leg as he pulled out. John smelled his cum, brought it to his mouth and ate it. His own dick was raging hard, and he was ramped to a state of euphoria. He was tempted to jerk off into the toilet but knew it would just be anticlimactic. He brought his hand to his own asshole and felt it wet with cum. He skimmed more cum from his hole and ate that too. He could not get enough.
John kept teasing his own cock for another 10 minutes or so. He would let cum out of his ass and jerk off his cock with it. He also rub it up his stomach and on his chest. He knew he reeked of sex, but he didn't care. Actually he wanted it — he wanted to replay this moment for the next 4 hours of his drive upstate.
Finally, he calmed himself down enough to piss again, pull up his sweats and and pulled himself to some level of presentability. He walked out of the stall to the sinks and checked himself out in the mirror. He straightened his hair a bit and took a deep breath. He did not wash his hands. He wanted to smell the guy's cum on him the whole way up. His dick was just a bit hard but it ached to cum. He was wound so tight sexually he almost couldn't think.
Before he opened the door he stopped for a moment and relaxed his asshole. He cum soak into his boxer briefs. He breathed in deeply and stepped through the door.
He walked out of the restroom into the common area of the stop. A few years back they had replaced the seedy rest stops with new more welcoming ones. These had an enclosed common area with vending machines and a wall of pamphlets. Also in the space were a few tables and chairs. John had planned on grabbing a Pepsi and headed over to the vending machines.
As he walked he noticed the guy who had just fucked him sitting at one of the tables with another guy. He sucked in his breath and almost stopped in his tracks. This was totally unexpected. He would have thought that the guy would have bolted. He did not know what do to. His inclination was to kind of ignore him and just walk to the vending machines but he noticed that he was looking at him. He was looking at him, smiling and talking to the other guy.
John kept his gaze on him as he walked toward the machines. At the same time he noticed the other guy with him. He was another hot guy — probably Dominican with light brown skin and short black hair. He was lean like the other guy but more muscular. Probably about the same age around early 20s. He was also looking over a John. He unshaven and had brown eyes. He was very hot.
