So here’s another experience at a rest area along I-81, this at the rest area at mile marker 202 northbound. I live in NEPA, about 45 minutes from the NY/PA border, and find myself on that main highway on a regular basis. I had been shopping in Scranton that cold and miserable January day and was heading home late in the afternoon after a day in which I was cock horny as soon as I put my feet on the floor first thing in the morning. While shopping I was crotch watching as much as can be done in the northeast in the winter and I was just flat out horny all damn day. I’m a happily married man but I get a hankering for cock every so often, not an unusual occurrence I guess.

I had intentionally loaded up on water just so I had a reason to stop and take a piss (not that I need an excuse but it’s better to stand at the urinal and piss than just stand at the urinal holding my uncut cock, lol). So I was kind of scoping things out on my way in the area before I pulled into a parking slot and shut my truck off. I had noticed several vehicles just sitting there, engines off and figured the rest rooms were probably somewhat busy. As usual I get a little nervous when I am horny like this but nerves never stopped me before.

I got out of my truck, pushed the button to lock up, stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped to stretch so I could get a better look at the lineup of cars. I could not tell for sure if someone was sitting in them because at this point the sun was down and there was a lot of security light reflection on the windshields. I strolled to the men’s side of the bathroom building and stopped. Just before I got to the door I turned backed toward the parking lot, stretched again and cupped my crotch, then did a pinch and roll to make it look as innocent as possible, you know…a guy just scratching his nuts, nothing unusual about that. I went in to what turned out to be an empty men’s room, took my piss slowly, washed up even more slowly hoping for another occupant and still no one came in. I shrugged to myself and figured I was destined for another session with my dominant hand later that evening.

As I stepped out of the building, lo and behold there was a dude just kind of hanging around. He was a bit shorter than my six foot and maybe a bit heavier than my 195, but he looked fit and healthy. “Hey man, how you doing?” I asked.

“Doing okay but horny as hell,” he said quietly but with a little twinge of nervousness in his voice.

“Cool and same here! So what are you looking for, man?” I asked.

“I really need a blow job,” he replied.

“Okay…you married by any chance?” I asked. When he nodded yes, I asked to see his wedding band. He quickly showed me his left hand and looked at me hopefully.

I nodded and said, “So you’re looking for some head, huh?”

When he looked at me and nodded hopefully, I said, “Well, how about that? Wouldn’t you know: I am really horny for cock and I’ll be glad to help you out with that.”

The look on his face was one of both relief and excitement. The feeling inside me was one of extreme excitement and anticipation (think ‘fucking aye’ right here). I can go for a period of time and not need ‘guy time’ but when the need comes, boy oh boy it comes on hard and fast.

Here’s an aspect of my perspective on life, marriage and sex. I know exactly what its like to be married and need relief that I just cannot get at home and there’s lots of reasons for this lack of domestic attention: her period, her overall lack of sexual enthusiasm, the total refusal of anything to do with oral sex, her weight, her bitchy attitude…can any guys reading this relate here? I’m not saying that my wife is like this all the time or that all those descriptions are accurate for my wife but after opening up my own heart to other married men I have found that there are many similarities to the sad stories of sexually frustrated married men. So for me to be able to bring some much needed and well done relief to another married man, let’s just say that I am more than willing to take one for the guy team. Plus the knowledge that the cock I am sucking gets at least some regular pussy is a huge turn on for me and frankly, I just really enjoy giving head and taking a load. There’s nothing like the feeling of another masculine man cumming hard in my mouth.

“Your vehicle or mine?” I asked. He said, “Mine is loaded with stuff, no extra room at all.”

“No problem, bud. I’ll make room in mine and glad to do it,” I said.

I told him what I was driving and suggested he follow me down the ramp a little bit to get out of the glare of the security lights, park behind me and climb into the passenger seat, put the seat back and lower the back as flat as you want and I will take care of you.

He followed me down the sidewalk and headed for his vehicle while I hit the button to unlock my truck. I climbed in, slipped the truck into reverse, backed up just enough to get safely headed down the ramp and slipped the truck into first gear to get forward momentum. I pushed the clutch in and coasted down and to the left where semis usually park, followed closely by a pair of headlights. I pulled to a stop, pulled the parking braked, put the trans in neutral, turned up the heat and cleared off the passenger seat. The lights went out behind me and I heard a car door open and close. Next thing I know this guy is opening the door of my truck and climbing in. No handshake, no names exchanged, no problem on my part.

“Get comfortable as you want, buddy,” I said. “Put the seat in whatever position you want and I will take care of you.”

He adjusted the seat and put the back down nearly horizontal. As he settled himself down, I reached over and felt his cock through his jeans. He wasn’t huge but he sure was hard. I said, “You’ve been thinking about this blow job for some time today, haven’t you?”

He said, “Oh yeah!” and began to unbuckle and push his jeans down far enough to give me full access to his entire cock region. I sniffed and licked his balls. They were sweaty and musky and manly; it nearly took my breath away and made me pulse some precum of my own. Give me a working man that perspires for at least some of his paycheck and I’ll suck dick gladly.

As I began to give my fellow married man a blow job, I could almost feel the tension going out of his body. His body settled even further into the seat and I kept a steady and measured pace up and down his cut, six inch or so cock. And man, was he hard! I just kept up this nice steady pace and I lost all track of time. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I didn’t really care if I was late for dinner or not, I wanted to do right by this guy and I was really enjoying myself; his occasional ‘mmm’s’ and the catching of his breath told me that he was enjoying it as well. I pulled off him more than once to tell him, “You need to know that I am enjoying this at least as much as you are. You have a great cock, buddy. It’s strong and hard. I can tell you are a real man’s man. We can do this for as long as you need to and want to, no hurry on my part.”

I slipped one hand under him and massaged his left ass cheek while my other hand squeezed his big nuts and brought them right up against my face as I continued to suck his cock. I’d slide all the way down and then draw a vacuum with my lips as I came back up to the corona and flicked my tongue across his frenulum; this would draw a long moan from my new friend. After some indeterminate period of time of slowly sucking his cock (turns out it was not as long as I thought but I was so wrapped up in what I was doing and loving every second of it that time seemed to slow to a crawl…good for me!) he raised his hips up and began to slowly thrust upward in a very deliberate and hard manner. I matched his rhythm and would come down hard against his pubic bone as he thrust hard upward, a very nice, very healthy, very forceful meeting of my lips and his dark bush.

I heard his breathing get harder and more ragged and I knew I was in for a nice explosion. We kept up this hard thrusting and sucking rhythm for a good while longer until his entire body began to shake and his hips wrenched a little from side to side. He held himself up in the air and was completely still as I continued the hard downward strokes on his cock, my mouth sliding easily up and down on his rigid cock. I felt him stiffen from top to bottom and felt his cock harden even more than it already was. When I felt that first pulse of warm jizz hit my mouth I went all the way down and sucked his cock for all I was worth. I knew what I liked when I came and I hoped it was going to do the job for him. He held himself up in that rigid position as his cock pumped his entire load into my mouth and immediately down my throat. He hardly uttered a word or moaned anything crazy or unintelligible, he just breathed hard and kept his hips elevated so I could keep my mouth all the way onto his cock.

I began to slowly go up and down on his still hard cock. I was so into this, I was so thankful to be able to help this guy out and frankly, it’s a thrill for me to take the spunk of another man. As far as I’m concerned, it takes a real man to take another man all the way to the edge of orgasm and then literally throw him over the edge and into the abyss.

To be open here: I feel like a man all the time (even when, and especially when I have a cock in my mouth), I have as many ‘man creds’ as the next guy, I like fishing and shooting guns, I enjoy sharing a piss with other men as the opportunities present themselves, I get naked in the locker room at the fitness center, I have no fear of other men no matter what, I have been married a long time and fathered five kids, I am well respected in my community, etc. But when I take the load of another man and a married man especially, this just takes me to another internal level completely. It’s satisfying to me, and manly as fuck.

Back to my new friend: as I kept a nice, steady, slow up and down on his cock, his hips ever so slowly descended and this reflected what was happening to his cock. I kept his cock in my mouth until it was fully spent and I would have loved to keep it there, revive it and take another load. But that was it for this day and this time. After I pulled off his cock, he just remained in his seat in the recline position, his forearm over his forehead and eyes closed, breathing steadily and apparently enjoying his afterglow in his own little world. I was good with that, I wasn’t expecting a new BFF on the spot or anything like that. I took great pleasure in knowing that I had give him the release that he needed and that had put him in la-la land. I sat there in satisfied silence as he continued in his own state of quiet satisfaction.

After a while he began to move and put himself back into order, pulling up his underwear and jeans. I said, “I want you to know that I greatly enjoyed doing that for you. I mean, I really did. I loved it when you came in my mouth, I was glad to take your load.”

He replied, “Thank you, man! That was a great blow job. Thank you!”

My parting words were these: “I would encourage and challenge you to try the business end of a bj sometime, it’s mighty powerful giving to another man what I just gave to you…just sayin’”

“Probably not,” he said, “but thank you again.” And with that he put the seat up, opened the door and went back to his own vehicle.

Bottom line? We both found what we were looking for on that cold, miserable, early winter evening and we both came away glad for the courage to signal willingness, to follow up on the offer (neither of us knew what we’d be getting ourselves into) and to see it through to a very pleasant end.