Perfect day for a break. Sunny and warm for a change. About six big rigs were pulled into the rest stop, but they rarely delivered on the promise. But there were eight cars parked, staggered along the sidewalk. How many had warm cocks ready to be stroked or sucked. I would find out.

I walked into the men’s room. No one. I took out my limp cock and stroked gently. I was not feeling anything really except some boredom and growing lust. In a minute, a tall thin man, older than I was, walked in wearing loose shorts and a jacket. Only three urinals, and he went to the one by the wall. I was stroking, and he made no moves. I felt my cock stir a little, and looked up. He was staring at the wall, disinterested in me. He arranged his package as if

He had fInished with a piss. I expected him to just walk away. I looked over, our eyes locked, and he took a half step back, holding his cock inside his shorts. I stared and looked up. He gathered the hem of his left leg and started pulling it up, exposing a small, soft cut head. I stepped back exposing my semi hard dick, and he looked at me, waiting. I reached over, stroking him a little. He pulled his pants leg up more, exposing his cock and balls, surrounded by gray/chestnut golden hair. His cock was smooth under my touch. I bent over and sucked his limp cock into my mouth. I pulled him in a few times, counting on a soft blow job, when I felt his cock thicken quickly and begin to stand up. He probably had been wanking in his car.

He pushed me away and pulled his shorts down to his knees. He went from passive to active. “You want this hard cock, don’t you?” I licked his glans and then took him to the back of my throat. “Yeah, you old cock sucker, suck me, pull me in.” I felt him grow more and he hit the back of my throat.