I had lots of adventures on my cross-country move from Los Angeles to Sparkling Springs, Florida. This is one of them...

     With one hand on my crotch and the other on the steering wheel I drove through the night. A breeze blew in through my car's open windows, whispering through my hair and soothing my skin, which was hot from a long sweaty day on the road.

     But no breeze could cool the heat between my legs, a heat that was growing stronger with every passing moment. I felt myself through the thin fabric of my shorts, loving the sensation of my cock growing stiff beneath my fingers.

     It stretched to its full length until it strained against my shorts.  I glanced down and saw a small wet spot at the tip of my dick where a drop of pre-cum had oozed out through the fabric. I rubbed my erect penis from its base to its full bulbous head, savoring the extra friction achieved by the layer of cloth between it and my hand.  It felt great, but fondling myself while I drove was not going to tame the fire in my crotch.

     The road stretched out ahead of me, the broken lines that cut it in half down the middle streaking together into a glowing smear of yellow.  My car's headlights illuminated the terrain ahead, despite the fact that there was nothing to see.

Barren, featureless land surrounded me. Every fifty miles or so there might be a town, so small I was through it and out the other side in five minutes. They all looked the same.

I needed to rest. And I needed to get my rocks off.

     A sign appeared on the horizon.  When it was close enough I read its message: "TRUCK STOP - NEXT EXIT".  That sounded good. I could park in a dark corner, jerk myself off, then sleep for a few hours.

     I pulled my car off at the next off-ramp and followed the signs to the truck stop. It was in a wooded area, a large flat parking lot with a big restroom building and a small 24-hour convenient store at one end.  In front of the store were parked a few semi-trucks, the kind whose drivers drove all night and slept in their cabs.  Other than the trucks, there were no other cars.

     I pulled my car up in front of the restroom, realizing that it had been several hours since I'd pissed.  My bladder was full and needed to be emptied, now.  But how was I going to piss with this massive hard-on?

     I stopped my car and got out. I walked awkwardly up to the building and through its door.  The restroom was big, with lots of stalls.  I headed for the long piss-trough against the wall.  I pulled my shorts down and my cock popped out, hard as a board.

     I closed my eyes and willed it to go down.  Relax, I said to myself, I gotta piss.  After a few minutes my dick was soft enough to pee, and with a happy sigh, I released my bladder and let my urine flow freely.

     When I was done I realized my eyes were still closed.  I stuffed my cock back in my shorts, opened my eyes and turned around.

     I wasn't alone.  Against the back wall, leaning casually with his arms folded, was a man.  He was older than me, probably in his mid-thirties, and dressed like a working man - flannel shirt, dirty jeans and hiking boots.  His jaw was darkened with several days' growth of beard.  An old baseball cap was perched on his head.

He was grinning at me.

"Hey," I said, trying to cover my surprise.

"Hey yourself," he said.

"I didn't know anyone was watching," I said.

"Yeah," the man nodded, "I didn't expect to find anyone in here this late either.  I just came in here to piss."

     I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping from his face to his crotch.  The denim there was well-worn, rubbed white and nearly threadbare.  The outline and shape of his cock were clearly visible.  My tongue slipped out of my mouth and wet my lip.

"Can I...watch?" I asked suddenly.

"Watch me piss?" he repeated. "Sure, I guess so."

     I stepped to the side and the sexy man walked over to the trough.  He undid his belt and pulled his meat out of his pants.  It was hot - big and full even soft as it was, with a big dark big head and a veiny shaft.  He took his dick in one hand and aimed it into the trough.  A stream of piss shot out, and the sound of it hitting the porcelain and flowing down into the drain was very loud in the big empty restroom.

The man closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little as he pissed.

     "Aaahhh..." he murmured in relief and pleasure.  "Do you want to touch it?" he asked.  He must have realized I wanted more than just to watch him.

"Yes," I said simply.

     "Then go ahead," was his response.  Before he'd even finished the sentence I'd reached out and grasped that succulent piece of meat in my hand.

"You like that?" the trucker asked.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

"You like holding my big fat cock," the stranger said.

"Yeah..." I responded.

     He turned to face me, letting me continue to hold his dick in my hand.  I could feel it start to get hard.  It was such a great feeling, so hot.

     "But you want to do more than hold it, don't you?" the man asked.  I couldn't hide how I felt.

"Yes," I said.

"Then do it." he told me.  "Get down on your knees and suck it like you want to."

I obeyed him and...........

(Read what happens next in the bathroom and then continues to the trucker's sleeper)

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