Gay Erotic Stories

I was getting rather aroused, and - owing to the drive I still had ahead of me - decided to initiate some self-pleasure while still putting miles behind me. Having released my cock, it was a bit of a thrill to know - while those in cars and pickups could not see what I was doing - there was a high probability those driving the 18-wheelers could.

It did not take long before I received my first attention. I intentionally set my speed so trucks would likely pass me. When the first truck passed on my left, I glanced to my left as I continued to stroke my cock. Within seconds, a blast of the air horns on the passing truck told me I'd been approved.

Within a few miles (it was a very busy truck freeway), I'd gotten several toots on the horns. It was quite cool to know I was providing a service to the Angels of the Highways. Suddenly, a truck pulled alongside the left of my car - I was still masturbating - and the driver blasted his air horns, but did not pull ahead. Instead, he paced me and - I assumed - kept watching me.

I decided to put it to the test. I pulled ahead, having seen a freeway rest stop sign on the shoulder. I figured if I took the exit to the rest stop, and the driver was "interested," he would also exit. To my delight, the truck pulled up behind me on the ramp. A bit of precum oozed from my cock slit as a result.

I stayed in the car until I saw the driver get out of his tractor. Closing my car door, I headed to the mens room in the rest stop building. I knew the driver could see me enter, as I'd spotted him coming inside - and intentionally looked at him till our eyes met.

After I entered the mens room, I went to a urinal and began to empty my bladder. It was apparent he was serious, as he had his choice of urinals - but chose one next to me. We greeted each other, and neither of us made any attempt to cover our cocks. After I heard his stream cease, he went to the vanity to wash up - then entered a toilet stall. I followed suit, washing and drying my hands. Walking to the stalls, I noticed the door to his stall was not latched, so pushed the door with my right hand. There he stood, his pants now off - his cock being stroked and becoming aroused.

I closed the door behind me, and simply stared as he became harder. I whispered for him to stand on the edges of the seat, and squat. He did so, creating an image that only one person was in the stall. Since I was facing him and the toilet, it would be assumed I was pissing into the stool v. using a urinal.

With this completed, I stepped closer and quickly took his stiff member into my mouth. He initially tensed, but almost immediately began to relax. My favorite technique is to pump the base while I work the head. Doing the silken swirl is a great pleasure for me - and usually for the guy. He responded most favorably.

This driver was in his 30s - quite good looking - and not at all a driver stereotype. He wore clean clothing, was tightly shaved, and smelled of a nice, subtle cologne. I was glad he was who he was.

I continued until I felt him begin to stiffen up a bit - pre-orgasm tension. I pulled my mouth off his cock, just long enough to put a finger to my lips - so to warn him to be silent when he O'd. I returned to his cock and - within 3 strokes or so - he released his cum. Not a huge load, but a nice thick and almost sweet ejaculation.

I finished him off, looked up, and smiled. He smiled in return. I was curious if he'd simply bail out, making our experience a one-way. It was a great surprise to see him step down, and asked me to assume his position. I was only too happy to do so, and he repeated my moves - as though it was a mirror image of my pleasuring him.

I was quite aroused, and he licked his lips before taking me into his mouth. He seemed so excited, his strokes were fast and long while he sucked solely on my cock head. Due to his exuberance and rapidity of stroking and sucking, I came quite quickly. It appears that was his plan. I released my cum, and - voila - he did not waste a drop.

When we finished, we whispered to each other how great it was. I told him he was too much for me, and that was why I orgasmed so quickly. He smiled - chuckled a bit - and whispered "That WAS my plan!"

We finished pulling ourselves together, with me still standing on the stool. He left the stall, and I immediately relocked the door. After a few moments, when I'd heard the silence of an empty restroom, I unlocked the door and left, as well.

What a great rest-of-the-drive I had. We didn't know each other, and will likely never see each other again. With that said, for a few hot and tawdry moments in the rest room, we certainly "knew" each other, if you know what I mean!