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The Rest Area

Posted by a gay man:

April 3, 2026

By Bill Grant

I've taken a few cross country trips with the Mrs. When I drive I like to wear sweatpants with no underwear for comfort. Of course I make sure to stop at all the rest areas along the way. Usually I'll stand at the urnal with my pants pulled down below my smooth little ass. (No fly in the sweatpants). I always hoped someone would touch or grab my bum but no one ever did. So one time I went to the handicap stall. Nice and private as the wall went all the way to the floor. I "accidently" forgot to lock the door when I went in so it was open a tiny bit. Anyway, I took my pants completely off and sat down to pee. Moments later a guy peeked in. He gave me a head nod "up" like what's up? I did the same. So he came in and locked the door. He was unzipping his fly as he walked toward me. He pulled out his cock and shoved it in my face but I didn't open. He started jerking himself getting nice and hard. He hit me in the face with it a few times but I didn't open. He wiped his pre-cum on my lips but I didn't open. Instead I reached up and undid his pants and pulled them, and his underwear to his ankles. He had the biggest balls I've ever seen. I culched them in my hands and pulled them to my face. The musky smell was intoxicating. I kissed and licked his balls and the bottom of his cock. He let out a groan when I finally let him into my mouth. I held his beautiful balls while I found my rhythm. He was definitely getting into it. I could feel his balls tense up just before he started pumping my mouth full of his cum. I swallowed and swallowed but it just kept cuming. After he pulled out I showed him what was left in my mouth and swallowed. He smiled and shoved it right back in my mouth for clean up. After he left I was so excited I had to jerk a load into the toilet. When I got back to the car my wife asked me how I got the stain on my shirt. Oops, The water faucet must have sprayed me. I was quiet for the rest of that trip, thinking about what just happened and whether or not she could smell the cum on me.

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