It was one of those weekends where I needed to get away. Having had a tough week at work, my frustration level was at its maximum. In times like these I turn to the comforts of the car and the serenity of the road, to calm me down. There is just something about jumping in the car and having no care in the world, where you end up. I never plan my destination, I typically just drive until I get tired and find a safe place to sleep for a few hours, then off I go to my next resting spot.
This weekend would be no different, as far as my usual routines, or would it. I packed my bare essentials into my overnight bag and grabbed a few snacks for the journey. I gassed up the car and off I was, to destinations unknown.
I had been driving for about 6.5 hours or so and a quick look at my watch, it's 12:15am. I am starting to feel the effects of all the driving, so I decide that it's time to look for my resting spot. I remember passing a sign several miles back that indicated a rest stop was nearby. This would work out perfect for me, I could use the restroom that I desperately needed and probably have an uneventful sleep, at least for a few hours anyway.
As I pulled in to the rest stop, I only noticed 4-5 semi tractors and only 1 passenger car. I pulled my car into the far side of the rest stop, under a very large tree. I figured if I did sleep long, I would not be bothered by the sunshine in the morning. I took a moment to look around and made my way to the restroom.
The restroom, as most are in rest stops, could have used some air fresheners but you really can't complain if it's free lodging. I made my way to the old-fashioned trough style urinal, about 6' long. I stood at the far end and unzipped my fly and within a few seconds, the flood gate opened, thankfully. I was not more than 5 seconds into my pissing, when I heard the door open and the sound of very heavy footsteps approaching. Initially I paid it no attention, but could no longer do that, as he took his place at the urinal, right next to me. I could not help but notice that he was a very large man, easily 6'4" or taller and probably 250#, and it was not heft. Myself, I am 5'8" and weigh 175#, clearly a noticeable difference.
I couldn't help but notice that instead of unzipping his fly, he dropped his pants to his knees, and put on full display a cock that had to be 7", soft. I could not take my eyes off of it, as he began unloading that snake into the urinal. I had stopped pissing not long after he stood next to me, probably out of fear. I just stood there, with my 4" tiny dick barely sticking out of my pants, staring at this beautiful cock. My stares did not go unnoticed of course and before too long, he had turned his body towards me, showing me it's full length. I could feel the warmth of his urine splashing on me, as he continued to drain that cock.
As he finished his thorough draining of his cock, he just stood there, letting me continue to stare at it. I hadn't noticed earlier, that he had his hand on the small of my back, but was very aware of his finger, entering my asshole. I didn't do anything but freeze, as he worked my ass with his finger. He slowly walked behind me and with his other hand, gently pushed on me, until I extended my arms to lean against the wall. There I was with man that had at least 8" on me and probably 75#, leaning over a urinal with my tiny cock hanging out and this man's finger in my ass. I was suddenly faced with the harsh reality of three things,
1. Even if I objected, it would fall on deaf ears. I stared at this man's dick for probably a minute, all but saying I wanted it.
