The drive back from Imperial Beach was a long boring trip and I was getting exhausted from the monotony of the road. I enjoyed these business trips a lot more in the past when I could check out the roadside rest stops for a quick blowjob. Since San Diego County had closed all their roadside johns there was little reason to cruse its rest stops anymore. Even now just thinking about a good blowjob is making me horny as hell. Massaging my nuts gave me a little relief but I just had to get my nuts off. At the crest of the hill I began reducing speed to check out an interesting looking abandoned rest stop. Pulling into the parking lot I could see the only other vehicle there was a dump truck parked at the far end. There was little activity in the park, just a big black maintenance man clearing trash. Parking in front of the shack and locking my car I began stretching my legs to get a little circulation going. Lumbering around the remains of the outhouse I decided to go in to check out the inside. The structure was in shambles but you could still see that it had been a two-holed shithouse. Now there were barely four partial walls and just a suggestion of a roof left on the structure.

The building was something like a stage setting or a movie picture prop. Dropping my jeans, I managed to sit on the remaining piece of shelf to take a shit. I began thinking of all the good times I’d had at roadside stops like this one in my teenage years. What a shame that was all gone now; the young gays don’t know what they’re missing today. These outhouses were like drive-in meat markets in their day but of course that was before disease and public outcry. Finishing my business, I fished around in my pocket for some Kleenex to wipe my ass. Thinking of all that cock I’d had in a place like this made me horny and hard. I enjoyed fondling my meat and watching it spring into action. It has never failed me; I was always ready to pop when I got the chance. As I stroked my meat, I remembered all the good times I had in these rest stops. Guys stood in line on most nights waiting for their turn to get some sort of release. Close to climax now and crouching into a hunched position I began shooting my load in the air and on the floor. It felt extravagant just getting off. Chuckling to myself, I thought I could still shoot a damn good load.

Suddenly I heard a sound behind me and I quickly turned around and spotted someone peering in and watching my brief sexual moment. Straightening up fumbling and pulling my cock into place I tried to look normal. Then I heard this soft laughter and a second later this handsome black face appeared in the doorway. In a low slow voice he whispered, “Shit man I was just looking for a little relief too. Can you help me out, white boy? My balls are about ready to blow from all that bouncing around in my truck.” Standing there with his coveralls unzipped I could see all that black kinky hair of his running the length of the zipper. It was obvious he had nothing on underneath those coveralls. Then taking a step forward and shrugging his shoulders, he let his coveralls drop and slide down to his heavy work boots exposing a godlike body. Those slim hips of his were graced by an enormous cock springing from huge hairy balls. Again with a louder voice he said he needed to be serviced. I lost it, my heart leaped and my eyes smarted as my gaze traveled down that fur-covered chest following that trail of kinky hair leading to his enormous cock. Mesmerized by his cock’s huge head glistening with pre cum as he stroked his cock. I just had to have his meat.