On the Down Low

It all started one summer day, when I was on my way to Dallas from Oklahoma City. I had spent a week up there, and I was on I-35, heading south. I’d been drinking coffee, and needed to stop for a break at a rest stop. I entered the rest room. I decided to relieve myself completely. So I took a stall at the farthest end. That left three others. I let my jeans down over my boots, and dropped my boxer briefs. I heard another person enter the room.

Someone entered the stall right next to mine. Not really great etiquette. He could have taken one of the other stalls. But what the hell. I finished my job and cleaned up. As I rose up and pulled my pants up I noticed a rather large hole in the partition of the stall. A finger was wiggling in it.

You know, my first reaction was to get pissed. I was about to yell out something, and maybe rush out, but something stopped me. I was thinking. It occurred to me that this was a signal of sorts. Yeah, a signal that this guy wanted me to give him some hard cock.

Certainly, I should have left right away. I know, but I was feeling sort of horny. I hadn’t seen any pussy in a week. And my dick knew it, because it was starting to get hard. It had a mind of its own. Slowly, I slipped down my zipper, and dragged my peter out. It was almost totally engorged now. I leaned into the hole in the partition. I had plenty of dick to feed through, believe me. A tongue licked it.

Damn! That felt good. My prick was taken by a hand as someone’s lips wrapped around my cock head. A tongue was twirling around my dick as I started to fuck that mouth. Suction started, and I felt myself getting harder as I got more aroused. This was good cock sucking!

Hell, I only fucked his mouth for two or three minutes and then I was spurting out some sticky milk for the little perv. Yeah, I gave him a pint of cum and he took it all. That was good. I didn’t feel guilty at all. I mean, He wanted it, right? Who was going to know.

I wiped off my cock with some TP and rearranged myself. Opening the stall, I went over and washed up. Didn’t want any germs. Then I got on the road again. I felt pretty damned good, I tell you what.

I got home that evening, and the little lady was happy to see me. I didn’t really feel like making love, but she understood. She was good that way. I made up for it the next day. Gave her a good fucking. She would remember it. I had her suck my cock first, though. I kind of liked having my prick sucked before fucking.

I just happened to be at a park the next weekend.

I mean, I stopped there because I had to piss. There was a rest room next to the parking lot. Anyway, I went in and it was a little scuzzy, but I decided to take a stall anyway. So there were only two stalls, and the one next to mine was occupied. I could see his tennis shoe under the stall door. I was only going to piss anyway. I looked down and saw a finger wiggling in a glory hole. Yeah, I looked that up on the computer.

What the hell. You know? It was just giving the guy what he needed. Besides, I kind of liked getting blown like this. Yeah, it made me real hard. Nothing wrong with it, I knew that. Just sex and no big deal. Just blowing my cookies. Like masturbating, really. I unzipped and stuck my peter into the hole.

Damn! This mother fucker was eager as hell. I could feel the blood rushing to my prick as he sucked. Okay, little perv. I started fucking that mouth, and his throat opened up and took it all. Damn me. He took the whole cock into his throat. I was fucking hard and fast. I wanted to cum down his throat. Jesus, it was good fucking. Yeah, I was fucking for at least five minutes this time. Slowing up and speeding up, trying to make it last.

God, that spunk just shot out, and I heard him gagging as he struggled to swallow it all. But he was going to take it all, or I was going to be fucking pissed. I kept thrusting my peter into his mouth, and he did me proud. He swallowed it all. Damned good cock sucker. Yeah, that was mighty fine.

Anyway, I wiped myself clean, washed up and got the hell out of there. I didn’t need to be hanging around there with some pervs, you know? I didn’t want to make love to the wife that night. Actually, it was about a week before I felt like giving her some loving. But when I did I was thinking about cock sucking while I was pumping my prick into her cunt. I came real good then.

It was about two or three days later. I was on my way home from work and I felt like I needed to stop and relieve myself, you know? So, I stopped at a rest room at the same park. Different rest room though. I decided to use a stall again. I might need to do something else.

I was sitting on the toilet there for about ten minutes. I heard someone open the door, and then enter the stall next to mine. I heard heavy breathing. I peeked through the glory hole in the wall. He was sitting, hard cock in hand. After a minute or two I made up my mind. I stuck a finger through the hole and wiggled it.