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Rest Stop Ch. 1

By: Bob Peale



Author's Note: STOP!!!

If you've read most of my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.

I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my second attempt to do so. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors!

Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com.

Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product.

Jeff had been driving this route for 4 months now, which was 4 months longer than he’d intended. Generally, his clients were all within a 20-mile radius of his house, but this was a key engagement for his company, so he’d agreed to travel temporarily. One week had soon given way to one month, which morphed into three, and now it looked like he might be coming down here for as many as nine. Bonus and per diem aside, this was really starting to suck. His girlfriend had come down a few times so that they could have a long weekend on the company, but during the week he was pretty much on his own.

Early on in the assignment, he’d decided that if he was going to make this damn trip at all, he sure as hell was going to do it in comfort. He adopted a standard travel attire of a t-shirt and loose fitting, high cut gym shorts, even if he left from the office rather than his apartment. He’d been working out like a madman in preparation for beach season, so any t-shirt he choose stretched tightly across his chest, showcasing rather than hiding his well muscled chest and the chiseled ripples of his stomach.

Also, he usually didn’t bother with underwear or shoes. The drive was over three hours if there was no traffic, and if he had to stop it was usually in some backwater town that didn’t care what he had on anyway. And it felt good to let his cock, and easy 7" flaccid, hang free during the ride. He just had to remember to adjust his shorts before he went into a restaurant or gas station, otherwise people might see a little more than they bargained for.

Since the summer season had started, he’d been lucky enough to leave in the afternoon during the week, avoiding the beach bound traffic. So of course, the first time he left on a Saturday afternoon, he was surprised to find that traffic slowed to standstill 30 minutes outside the city. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad, except he’d downed a 32 ounce bottle of water before he left his house, expecting to be well on his way before he would need to go to the bathroom. After an hour, he was searching the road signs frantically for a place to relieve himself before he ruined his car. Unconsciously, he reached down to squeeze his cock, as if he could somehow hold back the building pressure that was threatening to spray piss all over his dashboard any minute.

An added advantage to his attire was easy access to his package; sometimes during the ride, when the road wasn’t too crowded, he’d play with his cock while he drove, giving the soccer moms driving SUVs and minivans an impromptu show. The knowledge that other people could see him kept him rock hard, and he was now at a point where he could stroke himself for the whole ride down, nearly 3 hours, without cumming. Of course, whenever he teased himself like that, even before he checked into the hotel he would drive into town and find some chick who’d had a little too much to drink and drill the shit out of her, letting loose a gallon of cum, his cock crammed deep in her while she choked back her cries and other evidence of arousal.

His cock hardened instantly, unaware that this wasn’t one of his usual exhibitionist displays. He closed his eyes as a warm feeling spilled over him, delighted at the feel of it thickening. The blare of horn brought him back as his car began sliding into oncoming traffic. He’d been so horny lately! He couldn’t remember a day in recent memory when he hadn’t cum two or three times, sometimes just from jerking off, sometimes from a hot and heavy fuck session, and frequently from a combination of both. The dull ache in his balls and groin was soon competing with the urgent need to pee, providing a painful yet pleasant distraction to the traffic, as well as his dilemma. Several people beeped to show their appreciation for his show, but Jeff was concentrating too much on the conflicting stimuli to notice.

Mercifully, he finally spotted a sign for a rest area just below West Point. Trying to stay in control he maneuvered toward the exit ramp, glad that he wouldn’t have to try to use the bathroom in a restaurant or shop. There was no way he was getting his prick back in his pants before he’d be able to get into the bathroom.

Pulling into the parking lot, he jumped out of his car, and padded barefoot toward the restrooms. His cock jutted out in front of him, the cockhead purple, the shaft slick with precum and pushing the leg of his shorts aside. He wouldn’t be able to pee if he stayed this hard, but he could get positioned so that when he softened he’d be ready to go. A few tourists averted their eyes in embarrassment as he passed, but Jeff was in no condition to be embarrassed himself.

He felt the pressure build to near explosion as his mind registered that his objective was in sight. He increased his pace to a half-walk/ half-jog, lunging for the first unlocked stall, grateful that he'd been able to hold out as long as he did. Crime was not really a problem in this part of the country, and the rest stop had escaped most of the "modernization" that had claimed similar facilities. All of the stalls still had doors, a rarity in this day and age because muggers had taken to hiding behind them and preying on innocents. Also, the stall walls stretched from floor to ceiling, providing privacy as well as a modicum of soundproofing, allowing a person to do their business in relative solitude.

As the door swung open, he stopped in his tracks; two guys were crammed inside. One stood on the seat of the toilet, squatting, while the other, facing away from Jeff, was licking the shaft of the first man’s cock. It was amazing that he could reach it; the man was much taller than Jeff (who only stood 5’4", making his substantial cock look enormous), at least 6’3" or 6’4", and almost as broad as the stall. He bent easily from the waist, as if he was hinged. Both men were able to keep quiet enough that from the outside, you’d have no idea what was going on.

"Oh e-e-e-excuse me," he stuttered embarrassedly, standing transfixed in the entrance to the stall.

He didn’t move, and neither did the men in the stall, save for the slow steady licking. He’d never seen two guys going at it before, and couldn’t help staring. The guy up on the toilet looked like he was average height, also taller than Jeff but probably not more than 6’, with sandy blonde hair cut shaggy and a thick goatee. His eyes were closed and his breathing was labored as the other man continued to coat his cock with saliva. He had his arms spread wide to brace himself against the sides for balance, and Jeff could see that he was straining to keep from thrusting his hips at the other man’s face, an action that surely would have toppled him. He had on a baggy t-shirt and his jeans were pulled down far enough that the other man could get at his cock.

The man doing the licking was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that looked like a second skin, but then again, they probably didn’t make many clothes big enough to cover him properly. His hair was black and cut military short, but Jeff couldn’t see his face. His neck and arms were deeply tanned, and he stood with one hand bracing himself against the back wall while the other did something in front of him that Jeff couldn’t see. The muscles on his arm (and everywhere else, Jeff suspected) were thick and rigid, obviously the result of exhaustive hours in the gym. Where Jeff was more lean and tight, this guy was huge, bear like, with the kind of build that even science can’t help you get without a healthy dose of genetics. As he continued to survey the action in the stall, the man on the toilet opened his eyes and looked at Jeff. They were a watery brown, not exactly vacant, but not overly sharp or intelligent either.

"Either come in and join us or get the hell out. I’m not interested in giving the whole room a show," he growled huskily, his irritation tempered by his arousal.

Startled, Jeff backed away and let the door close. He heard the lock slide into place.

Stunned, Jeff made his way down the row, looking for an empty stall. He finally found one at the end, the one outfitted for handicapped use. He opened the door and slipped inside. Surprisingly, the scene hadn’t done anything to make him less aroused than he was when he got out of the car, and he had to concentrate in order to get the piss flowing. He was finally able to empty himself, the pressure so bad that he had to pee in spurts to get it all out.

Relieved, he dropped onto the seat, his cock falling free and brushing the coolness of the rim, stiffening again. He knew he’d never make the rest of his trip in this condition, he was too turned on, and so he quickly slid out of his shorts and started to pump his hand along the shaft of his cock. He shivered with anticipation as he felt the cum start to collect again in his balls, and he quickly slipped off his t-shirt so that he had total freedom. He closed his eyes, giving in to the sensations, not really thinking about anything other than his approaching orgasm.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice interrupted the silence.

The voice was accompanied by the sound of the stall door crashing in.

He was far too involved in the act of masturbating to stop now. In the recesses of his mind, he identified the voice as belonging to the guy that had been getting his dick sucked further down the row of stalls.

"Hey Tank, I think our new friend is a little turned on," the voice continued.

His rational mind told Jeff to stop stroking his cock, to grab his clothes and get the hell out of there quick, but he honestly couldn’t. His cock, now rock hard and extended it’s full 10", demanded satisfaction. He wasn’t going anywhere until he shot.

"And look at the pipe on this guy," said another voice. "That’s a nice fucking cock."

Again, deep down somewhere, Jeff made the connection that this new voice must belong to "Tank", the big guy that was sucking off the other one. Jeff’s head was back, resting against the tiled wall, his cock throbbing hotly in his hand as he moved it smoothly up and down. Involuntarily he spread his legs, revealing large, swollen balls and resting against his taut, muscled thighs.

"Mitch, I really think we need to help this guy out," Tank said thoughtfully. "I’d hate to think that we could have made him more comfortable and we didn’t."

Walking in and locking the stall door behind them, the two men quickly removed their shoes and socks and unzipped their pants in near unison. By the time Jeff was able to gather the resolve to open his eyes, the two men were nude and in front of him. The stall wasn’t quite wide enough for them to be standing side by side, so Tank stood slightly behind Mitch.

To Be Continued...

Rest Stop Ch. 2



Author's Note: STOP!!!

If you've read most of my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.

I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my second attempt to do so. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors!

Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com

Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product.

He was right, both guys were taller than him, but they were actually both about the same height, about 6’ or so. Jeff hadn’t gotten a good look at Mitch’s cock before, mostly because Tank was so busy servicing it, but now it hung free in front of him, still red and slightly swollen from earlier activities. Jeff could see that it wasn’t as big as his, but it was a good size, at least limp. His pubic hair was a lighter blonde then the hair on his head and tightly curled against his body. His body was lean with a little padding; he wasn’t out of shape, but he’d never be mistaken for a bodybuilder either.

Tank was an entirely different story. Except for the hair on his head and his eyebrows, he was completely smooth, his whole body shaved. As Jeff had suspected earlier, his body was sculpted muscle, as thick as a tree trunk and twice as solid. He looked like he could snap Jeff in half if he wanted to; Jeff’s cock softened a little as fear chipped away at the edges of his arousal.

Smiling, Tank moved his hand to his shaven crotch and fondled his own cock. It was definitely shorter than either Jeff or Mitch’s, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. Soft, it was the diameter of the center of a toilet paper roll, and as chiseled and well defined as the rest of him. As he rubbed, it thickened even more, until Tank could barely close his hand around it.

"I guess you can figure out why they call me ‘Tank’," he said grinning.

Jeff swallowed hard, and then swallowed hard again when the large man dropped on his knees and began licking Jeff’s shaft like a lollipop. Jeff sighed and slid forward, holding on to the handicapped rails on either side.

"Such a great cock," Tank murmured between licks.

Mitch lay down on the floor on his back and slid between Tank’s legs, running his tongue over his balls. Tank moaned softly as he took the head of Jeff’s cock in his mouth.

"Oh God that feels good," Jeff groaned, moving his hips closer to Tank’s hungry mouth.

In response, Tank scooped Jeff’s legs over his shoulders and grabbed each ass cheek firmly, pulling Jeff’s cock deeper into his mouth. He relaxed his throat and pushed his head closer to Jeff’s pubic hairs, until his nose nuzzled them. Below him, Mitch sucked one of his balls into his mouth, running his tongue hotly over the trapped sack.

A little voice inside his head told Jeff to get up. He’d never been with a guy, never even thought about being with a guy, but here he was getting his dick sucked by another guy in a bathroom an hour from his house. This wasn’t right. He needed to get out of here, find some chick in a bar, and fuck her brains out. Shit, another voice broke in, but this feels so good! And he’d never had had a GIRL take his whole rod in her mouth before!

As if sensing the inner debate, Tank began pumping his head up and down, making Jeff fuck his mouth and throat. Expertly he tightened his throat and sucked in his cheeks, creating the tightest, wettest, warmest hole Jeff had ever felt. He shuddered.

Then Tank spread Jeff’s ass cheeks wider as he pulled his head all the way back, letting Jeff’s cock slide free with a wet pop. He began tracing a wet path with his tongue from Jeff ‘s ball’s to his asshole, probing a little each time he changed direction. Jeff shuddered again and humped the air, his long cock flopping against the top of Tank’s head. Both he and Mitch were amazed that Jeff hadn’t cum yet.

When Tank thought that Jeff’s asshole was ready, he pushed a meaty finger into the opening, implanting just the first knuckle; he had a feeling that Jeff was a virgin. He wiggled it a bit, stretching the hole a little, and then continued until the whole finger was in. He looked up at Jeff.

Jeff ‘s face was a conflicting mask of pain and pleasure, doubt and acceptance. His head lay to one side, his eyes squeezed tight, his mouth open and his breath coming is rapid, shallow bursts. Tank wiggled the finger inside him and Jeff groaned, his cock standing stiff and long out in front of him. Tank covered the head again with his mouth and Jeff thrust his hips forward, trying to force it deeper. Teasingly, Tank dragged his teeth over Jeff’s cockhead, making him shiver. He moved his finger in and out of Jeff’s ass slowly until he could work in another one, the middle finger.

"Oh Jesus, no," Jeff moaned. "Please stop," he pleaded, unconvincingly, all the while spreading his legs wider. Tank chuckled.

It took a little longer before Tank could get a third finger inside Jeff, but he finally did, and Jeff ground down on them, trying to force them deeper. Tank found his prostate and stroked it, making Jeff’s cock tremble and leak precum. Tank licked it up like ice cream dribbling down the side of a cone. Then he stood up, pulling his balls free of Mitch’s mouth and his hand free of Jeff’s ass, and lifted Jeff off of the toilet. Mitch scrambled to his feet, as Tank took Jeff’s place sitting down while holding Jeff aloft over him. Jeff shook his head to clear it, a weird, vacant feeling where Tank’s fingers used to be. Fear once again nibbled at his conscious mind, but so did anticipation.

Unbidden, Mitch bent over and spit on Tank’s cock, making it wet and slippery, then placed each of Jeff’s feet up on the railing as Tank lowered him toward his lap. Jeff had all the resolve of a rag doll; he would do whatever they wanted. He bit down on his lower lip as he thought about the wedge between Tank’s legs. Admittedly, the fingers felt better than he ever would have expected, but that cock was another matter.

As Tank’s cockhead grazed Jeff’s asshole he tensed. A maelstrom of questions filled his head: Does this make him gay? Would he still like women? What about his girlfriend? Would it hurt? Would he …

His thoughts were interrupted as Tank’s cock invaded his ass, redirecting all of his focus. It felt like someone was trying to ram a bus through him and he winced, even though Tank was holding him perfectly still, only his cockhead inside. Way too soon, Tank began lowering him again, slowly working the impossibly thick prick deep in him. When Jeff’s ass finally rested against Tank’s pelvis, both men were covered in sweat and breathing heavy. Tank’s arms were sore with the effort of supporting Jeff, and Jeff’s ass felt stretched and overflowing. Thank God Tank wasn’t as long as Jeff or they’d both be dead.

Rested, Tank grabbed Jeff’s hips and began lifting and lowering him on his cock. Jeff moaned loudly, deep and guttural, as Tank’s cock burrowed into him over and over again. With his feet up on the railing, Jeff’s ass was wide open for Tank, allowing him to plunge in deeply. Mitch stepped in front of him and quickly covered Jeff’s mouth with his own in an effort to quiet him. Although nobody could see in, they sure as hell would hear him. More from instinct than anything else, Jeff’s tongue darted between Mitch’s teeth and sought him out. He was on autopilot; the fact that he was kissing another man didn’t even register. He was just doing what came naturally. Comfortable that Jeff was adjusting to the fucking, Mitch broke the embrace and trailed his tongue over Jeff’s chest, pausing to lick each nipple before continuing down to his cock.

"Yes, yes, please," he begged as Mitch teased his cock with the tip of his tongue.

Mitch was nowhere near as good as going down as Tank was, and he knew that he’d never get Jeff’s entire dick in his mouth, so he didn’t even try. Instead, he crammed both thick, heavy balls in his mouth and sucked hard. By way of encouragement, Jeff muttered something unintelligible, and Mitch moved Jeff’s balls around in his mouth.

Tank grunted, a sign that he would soon cum, so Mitch released Jeff’s balls and took as much cock in his mouth as he could manage. Tank picked up the pace of his thrusts, forcing Jeff’s cock painfully against the roof of Mitch’s mouth. Mitch grabbed Jeff’s cock with both hands and started pumping, struggling to keep the rest of it in his mouth. Tank pulled Jeff down on his cock as hard as he could and pressed his face into Jeff’s neck as cum exploded from his cock. He whimpered as Jeff’s ass tightened around him, coaxing a torrent of cum out of him.

The flood in his ass set off a similar reaction in Jeff. Just after the first spurt of hot gooey liquid filled him his own cock followed. His hands moved to the back of Mitch’s head and held him steady as he pounded his cock into his mouth, gagging him on flesh and cum. He’d been building for several hours now, and the amount of cum he shot reflected it. Mitch swallowed as much as he could, but more than half of it spilled out of his mouth, splashing all over the floor. Just when he thought he was done Tank twitched deep inside of him and he let loose with another small stream, catching Mitch off guard and covering his face in cum.

Mitch swung Jeff’s legs down and Tank leaned him forward, removing his cock from Jeff’s bowels. Jeff sighed as it came loose, both from the feeling of emptiness as well as from the realization that nothing was going to be the same anymore. The three men dressed in silence. Jeff, having the least amount of clothes, finished first. His ass was sore; he could only imagine how he’d feel tomorrow. He felt like he ought to say something, acknowledge the two men somehow, but words escaped him. Instead, he unlocked the door and padded out barefoot, unmindful of the curious stares, and left the bathroom. Mitch caught up to him at his car.

"Hey, uh…" he realized that he didn’t even know this guy’s name.

"Jeff," Jeff offered, holding out his hand as if they’d just met in a boardroom.

"I think we’re probably a little past that, don’t you?" he asked, looking curiously at the proffered hand.

Jeff blushed.

"Anyway," Mitch continued. "Me and Tank were wondering where you were on your way to?"

"South," Jeff answered evasively.

"Really?" Mitch asked, his face brightening. "So are we!"

"I’m not really going that far," Jeff said quickly. "Only about two hours farther down the road," he added, unlocking his door.

"That’s perfect!" Mitch exclaimed, pulling open the passenger door and climbing into the backseat before Jeff could protest.

He felt Tank’s large hand cover his and deftly remove the keys from his grasp. He hadn’t even heard him come up behind him.

"I’ll drive. You can tell me where to pull off," he said brightly.

He looked through the window into the car. Mitch had already wriggled out of his shoes and socks, and had his pants halfway off. He looked back at Jeff and Tank.

"Besides," Tank smiled. "Mitch still hasn’t had his turn," he said, gently guiding Jeff toward his own back seat.

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