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Hey, guys ... thought this series was about ended .. but another situation happened and I just have to tell (brag?) about it ...

...and you know the rules... if you're under 18 or in a geo-political environment that does not allow you to read homo-erotic porn (yeah.. that's what this is)... please click on the little red `x' at the top right of your screen ...

For the rest of you horny guys ... read it and ... well ... do what you wanna do...

Pit Stops #7

There I was, again heading north toward Albany from mid-NewJersey. Of course I was stopping at every rest area to check out what might be hanging out in the t-rooms...and I must admit -- for a Monday afternoon -- there was a lot of meat in the display cases. Some too young, some too old, and some "just right" !!! (Okay, so call me `Goldilocks')

The one good spot on the GSP (Garden State Parkway in New Jersey) was just "too busy" for any good meating. Was only in there for a few minutes and the place was wall- to-wall with guys trying to get you to move so they could get in on any action. Oh, well.

When I got to the NY Thruway, however, things got better. Not so many people. As usual, I went into the first of the several rooms in the men's area. Did have a nice young guy with a peeler' (peeled his uncut skin back to clear the way for his piss slit to have open access to the urinal) right next to me -- and not trying to hide it. Damn!! That turns me on!!! Everyone else had hands and/or porcelain blocking any view. As the young'n finished, he slid that skin back and forth a few times and let me have a total view of what he was doing. (As I was leaving, I saw him get on the bus with the Quebec license. Now I knew why he was a peeler'. They don't do the quick-after-birth cut that we do here.)

However...anyway... I didn't quit the place yet after I finally shook and tucked. I went to the far end of the sinks and saw a guy in the last of the urinal areas standing there.

Normally, guys go there and `hide everything' -- that's why they go all the way down to that other room -- but this guy had his cock hanging out where it was in full view from the mirror over the sink where I was washing my hands. I turned and looked down at him, and he actually shook his cock for me. ...and what a cock!!! It had to be six, thick, cut inches soft. He was holding it in his right hand and it went a couple inches out from his jeans, and then hung down over the edge of his hand. He flopped it around again as I looked. The head was nicely flared and really matched the wide shaft that was there.

I went over to the paper towel dispenser and grabbed a handful and dried my hands, standing where I could look directly at him. He shook it at me again. So...what would you do?? I walked in and took up the urinal 2 down from him and pulled my cock out.

By then he was starting to `fluff up' a bit. The 6 inches was going to 7 and standing a bit more out from his hand. I stroked mine and backed away so he could see it.

He started stroking his while watching the sinks to be sure that no one else was watching. It grew a bit more ... as did mine!!!!

He was a short stocky guy in jeans and a t-shirt. Definitely one of the truck drivers that pull in there. He had one of those large chests, large arms, and no ass at all. His jeans ran straight down from his belt to his thighs. No bubble at all. But damn !!! was he hung !!!! We looked at each other and stroked our cocks toward each other. There was no question that the `connection' was made. The only thing now was how and where.

With a quick smile at me, he managed to tuck that baby away and went to the sinks. I followed and went to the one next to him. He looked over at me again and nodded his head. I nodded back. Then he walked out.

When I walked out, I found him standing not far outside the door. I walked over to him and asked "You got a rig out there?"

"Yeah... but it's a day hauler...no sleeper." He replied. "But, there's the handicap room right over there."

As many times as I had been in that service area, I had never noticed the separate handicap restroom. (yes, I know... I have used one at another area up the road .. with that food service guy.. but I never saw this one before.)

"Okay," I said, "you bring that big fuckin' cock in there!" and I moved over and went into the handicap room.

When I walked in, I left the door unlocked and I found a curtain that could be drawn around the toilet, so I pulled it around me and waited.

About a minute later, I heard the door open and I looked around and saw my `new friend' closing the door and locking it behind him.

As soon as he was inside, he unzipped his fly and pulled the `monster' out. It was still a bit flaccid and maybe 7". I reached down and started to stroke it as it continued to grow. By the time he was really hard, it was a definite 8+" and throbbing to my touch.

Damn!! It just looked so tasty. So I bent over and put my face next to it. I did the usual `smell test' and found it to be quite clean. You could smell his morning's shower soap as well as the odor of a hot man's cock. Didn't take much convincing. I opened my mouth and slipped my lips over that big head.

He grabbed my head with his hands on both sides and pushed his cock a little deeper into my mouth.

"Ungggghhhh," he muttered as he gripped my head.

I was running my tongue around and around his head, and then dug it into his piss slit hoping for a little nectar. Apparently he was not a `leaker', but that didn't stop me. I wanted to get some response.

I worked my tongue and my lips and my suction and pretty soon had him moaning and starting to thrust his cock in and out of my lips.

"Oh, yeah!!! Oh, fuckkkkk, yeah!!!" he started to mutter. (quietly enough that no one outside could hear) "Oh, yeah, babe... Suck that cock!!" ...and I did.

Then I decided I wanted more.

I whispered to him, "sit down on the toilet."

For whatever reason, he didn't question or argue, he just moved over and sat down with his cock sticking right up from his lap.

"Pull your jeans down," I ordered.

I'm not sure whether he knew what was coming, or he just complied, but he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his legs along with his plaid boxers.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a condom and a packet of lube (yes, I was a Boy Scout...and I am always "prepared").

"You want it?" I asked, as I held out the condom.

"Hell no!!!" he replied. "I'm `clean'."

Bending over a bit, I unbuckled my belt and opened my cargo shorts and lowered them, careful to keep them from falling all the way to the floor as I stepped out of them. Hanging them on a hook by the toilet, I opened the lube and squeezed some of out onto my fingers. I then slipped them into my crack, moving them back and forth and all over my winking pucker.

Then I turned around, my back to him, and straddled his lap. Reaching under me I found his ragingly hard cock and aimed it up. Then I began to lower myself and rocked my ass until his spongy, hard-rubber tip was right at my tightly closed hole. I pushed back and felt his cock tip pressing against my resisting sphincter.

It reminded me of my teen days. When that hot varsity tackle used to be sitting on the stool in my bathroom at home as I slid my hungry hole over his six, fat, wide headed, inches of cock.

He started to automatically push up to get inside, but I lifted away and told him "let me control it. I've had one as big as you before, but it takes getting used to."

Slowly I started to sink back against his throbbing, pre-cum slicked head. I reached behind me on both sides and pulled my ass cheeks as far open as I could, and backed down a bit more. Just then I relaxed and pushed out and I felt that big head slip past my ring of muscle and enter my velvety, slick, warm interior.

"Awwww fuck!!" we both uttered as he breached my sphincter. Then I settled down slowly, my cheeks still spread wide, to get him all the way in. When I felt his pubes scratching against my ass cheeks and crack, I knew I was there.

Reaching under my balls with my fingertips, I could feel his cock where it entered my stretched hole...and I began to rock forward then backward.

"Awwwww fuck!!!" he repeated. "Awwwwwwww fuckkkkkk that's good!"

"Yeah, baby... you fuck that hole for me!!" I stammered.

I was riding 8 inches of pure manhood glory. I was in heaven number seven!!!

It only took a couple minutes and then he was pushing up to meet my backward/downward moves. I could feel his wonderful surging monster as it spread my insides apart and drove deeply in and up. My imagination was working overtime as I pictured that soft yet rigid pipe as it played inside me. I imagined it swelling and then erupting its pearly white cream all over the walls of my chute. I began to rock faster and he began to pump harder.

"Awwwwww fuckkkkk... that is sooooooo good!!" he started to whisper in my ear.

Then he grabbed me around my chest and started to really pound up into me.

"Yeah! Yeah!! Ohhhhhhh fuckkkk yeahhhhh!!!" he moaned.

The next thing I knew, I was standing and bent forward, holding onto the sink, and he was standing behind me, holding my hips, as he plowed my ass like it was his first shot at pussy. (yes, I knew he was not gay and had definitely had more than his share of pussy, but also knew that I probably wasn't his first tight, male, ass either)

As he pistoned into me, I was equally backing my ass onto his more-than-adequate cock. I could feel him shoving his way into my bowels and teaching them how a good fuck could be and feel. Every now and then his head stroked my hard little nut and I would moan.

"Oh, yeah, guy!!! Fuck my ass!!! Pound that big cock into me!!!" I kept repeating in a whisper. I didn't want anyone outside to hear.

And he did just that. He pounded harder and harder. He didn't give an inch. He just kept shoving all eight inches into me right up to his tight bunch of curlies!!! In this position his balls were now swinging forward at the end of each thrust and slapping against the backside of my own.

Moving his hands up and onto my shoulders, he began pulling me back against his cock as he lunged forward. He was going to make sure he was buried all the way to the hilt.

My mind had gone into outer space... I was just the `other half' of a fucking machine. Could it get any better??? I sure as hell didn't think so.

Then he started to groan and stammer. As he slammed into me he started to become less rhythmic and was now rotating his hips so that his cock was like a big spoon, stirring around inside me. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!! Awwww, shittttt... it's gonna cum! It's gonna cum!!!"

I just reached back behind us and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. I started to flex my inner muscles to bring him over the brink.

"Yeah, babe... send that juice up my ass... breed my chute...send that cum into me!!!"

"Oh, yeah!! Oh, yeah!! Here it cums!!! Here it cums!!!" as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed himself in to new depths. "Awwwwwwwwww, yeahhhhhhh!" he shouted.

Then he froze and I felt his cock swell and harden even more inside me. It began to jerk and pulse and throb as it unleashed his stored up spooge into my depths. I could actually feel the warmth as his cum white-washed my colon ... again and again and again. Let's just say that the volume of cum more than matched the size of that organ pipe.

By then I was totally bent over the sink and he just collapsed on my back.

Reaching down under myself, I grabbed my own throbbing cock and began to pound it with fury. It only took a few seconds and I was unloading my own jizm onto the floor under the sink.

Lifting himself off me slightly, "Holy, fuck!" he muttered. "You have one hell of an ass!"

"Thanks," I said. "And you have one hell of a cock! You sure know how to make that ass feel so good!"

With that he reached under my t-shirt and stroked my nipples and chest.

"Thank you!" he said. Then he backed away, pulling a still large, but flaccid cock from my hole with a slight `plop'.

"Wow!' he said as he grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped himself off. Then he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and got ready to leave.

"Stay behind the curtain," he instructed as he moved to the door. "I'll lock it behind me."

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And that's what he did. He opened the door and walked out, reaching behind him to lock the door as he pulled it closed behind him.

I waited a minute or so and then I walked out. No one was there and no one noticed.

I'm going to have to remember that the next time.

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And this was another story by CNJShore9 ... hope you enjoyed it. If you did and would like to tell me ... write to me at [email protected] if you have constructive criticism you may also write to me there... but if you just want to `flame' me... Go jerk off in a corner somewhere !!!

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中途停靠 - 第 6 章

作者：CNJShore9 发布：2008-07-31T19:30

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嗨，各位……我原以为这个系列差不多要结束了……但又发生了一件事，我实在不得不讲（或者说炫耀？）一下……

……你们知道规矩……如果你未满 18 岁，或者你所在的地理政治环境不允许你阅读同性情色色情内容（是啊……这就是它的性质）……请点击屏幕右上角那个小红 “x”……

至于剩下这些饥渴的家伙……读吧，然后……嗯……想做什么就做什么吧……

《中途停靠》第 7 篇

我又一次从新泽西中部向北，朝 Albany 方向开去。当然，我每到一个休息区都会停下来，看看厕所里可能有什么东西挂出来……而我必须承认，作为一个星期一下午，展示柜里的肉还真不少。有些太年轻，有些太老，有些则“刚刚好”！！！（好吧，你可以叫我“金发姑娘”。）

Garden State Parkway 上那个好地点实在“太忙”，不适合有什么好的邂逅。我只在里面待了几分钟，整个地方就挤满了男人，人人都想让你挪开，好让他们也能参与任何可能发生的事。好吧。

不过到了纽约州 Thruway，情况就好多了。人没那么多。照常，我走进男厕区域里几个房间中的第一个。旁边确实有个不错的年轻男人，是个“剥皮派”（把未割包皮往后剥开，好让尿道口能直接对准小便池），而且一点也不试图遮掩。该死！！这可真让我兴奋！！！其他人都用手和/或瓷器挡住视线。那个年轻人结束时，把那层皮前后滑了几下，给我完整展示了他的动作。（离开时，我看见他上了一辆挂魁北克牌照的巴士。现在我明白他为什么是“剥皮派”了。他们不像我们这里一样，出生没多久就快速割包皮。）

不过……总之……等我终于抖干、收好之后，我还没有离开。我走到最远端的洗手池，看见最后一个小便区里站着一个男人。

通常，男人去那里是为了“把一切藏起来”——这就是他们一路走到那边那个房间的原因——但这个男人把肉棒挂在外面，从我洗手时面前镜子里能看得清清楚楚。我转身朝他那边低头看，他居然还为我晃了晃。……而且那是什么样的一根肉棒啊！！！软着都得有 6 英寸，粗，割过包皮。他右手握着，前端从牛仔裤里探出几英寸，然后又垂过手掌边缘。我看着时，他又把它晃了晃。龟头展开得很好，和宽大的柱身非常相配。

我走到纸巾机旁，抽了一把纸巾擦手，站在可以直接看他的地方。他又朝我晃了晃。所以……换成你会怎么做？我走进去，站到离他隔两个的小便池前，掏出了自己的肉棒。

这时他已经开始稍微“蓬松”起来。那 6 英寸正往 7 英寸去，而且在他手里更明显地支出来。我撸了撸自己的，也往后退，让他能看见。

他一边注意洗手池方向，确保没有别人看着，一边开始撸自己。它又长了一点……我的也是！！！！

他是个矮壮男人，穿牛仔裤和 T 恤。显然是开进来的卡车司机之一。他有那种宽大的胸膛、粗壮的手臂，但完全没屁股。他的牛仔裤从皮带一路直直落到大腿，没有任何圆弧。但该死！！！他下面可真有料！！！！我们看着彼此，朝着对方撸自己的肉棒。那种“连接”已经毫无疑问地建立起来了。现在唯一的问题就是，怎么做，在哪里做。

他冲我快速一笑，设法把那宝贝收好，走向洗手池。我也跟过去，站到他旁边那个洗手池。他又看了我一眼，点点头。我也点头回应。然后他走了出去。

我出去时，发现他就站在门外不远处。我走过去问：“你外面有大车？”

“有……但只是日间拖车……没有卧铺。”他回答，“不过，那边有残障洗手间。”

我去过那个服务区那么多次，却从没注意过那间独立残障洗手间。（是的，我知道……我在再往前路上的另一个地方用过一间……和那个餐饮服务员一起……但这个我以前真没见过。）

“好。”我说，“把你那根大鸡巴带进去！”然后我走过去，进了残障洗手间。

进去后，我没有锁门，发现里面有一圈可以围住马桶的帘子，于是把它拉在自己周围，等着。

大约一分钟后，我听见门开了。我探头看见我的“新朋友”关上门，并在身后锁好。

他一进来，就拉开裤门，把“怪物”掏出来。它仍有点软，大概 7 英寸。我伸手开始抚摸它，它继续长大。等它真正硬起来时，绝对超过 8 英寸，而且在我的触摸下跳动。

该死！！它看起来太可口了。于是我弯下身，把脸凑到旁边。我照例做了“气味测试”，发现它相当干净。能闻到他早上淋浴时肥皂的味道，也能闻到火热男人肉棒的气味。根本不需要多少说服。我张开嘴，把嘴唇滑过那颗大龟头。

他双手抓住我头的两侧，把自己的肉棒往我嘴里稍稍推深。

“嗯——”他抓着我的头，嘟囔了一声。

我用舌头一圈圈绕着他的龟头，又把舌尖探进尿道口，希望弄到一点甘露。显然他不是“会漏”的类型，但那也阻止不了我。我想让他有反应。

我用舌头、嘴唇和吸力不断努力，很快就让他开始呻吟，并把肉棒在我嘴里进出顶动。

“哦，对！！！哦，操，对！！！”他开始嘟囔。（声音足够低，外面没人能听见。）“哦，对，宝贝……吸那根鸡巴！！”……而我确实照做了。

然后我决定，我想要更多。

我低声对他说：“坐到马桶上。”

不知为什么，他没有质疑，也没有争辩，只是走过去坐下，肉棒从腿间直直翘起。

“把牛仔裤拉下去。”我命令。

我不确定他是不是知道接下来会发生什么，还是只是顺从，但他解开皮带，打开牛仔裤扣，把牛仔裤连同格子平角内裤一起推下腿。

我伸进口袋，掏出一个安全套和一包润滑剂（是的，我当过童子军……而且我永远“准备充分”）。

“你要这个吗？”我举着安全套问。

“当然不要！！！”他回答，“我‘干净’。”

我稍稍弯下身，解开皮带，打开工装短裤并拉低，小心别让它们直接掉到地上，再从里面迈出来。我把裤子挂到马桶旁边的钩子上，打开润滑剂，挤了一些到手指上。然后我把手指探进股沟，来回涂抹，抹遍自己一张一合的皱口。

接着我转过身，背对着他，跨坐到他腿上。我伸手到身下，找到他怒硬的肉棒，把它扶向上。然后我开始往下坐，晃动屁股，直到那颗海绵般、硬橡胶质感的头抵住我紧闭的洞口。我往后压，感觉他的龟头顶着我抗拒的括约肌。

这让我想起少年时代。那个火辣的校队截锋曾坐在我家浴室里的凳子上，而我把饥渴的洞滑到他那 6 英寸粗大、宽头的肉棒上。

他本能地开始往上顶，想进入，但我抬起身体，说：“让我控制。我以前吃过和你一样大的，但需要适应一下。”

我慢慢重新压向他跳动、被前列腺液润滑的龟头。我把两只手伸到身后两侧，尽可能拉开自己的臀瓣，又往下坐了一点。就在那时，我放松下来，向外用力，感觉那颗大头滑过肌肉环，进入我天鹅绒般、湿滑、温暖的内部。

“啊，操！！”当他突破我的括约肌时，我们两个同时叫出声。然后我慢慢坐下，仍然把臀瓣拉得很开，直到把他全部吃进去。当我感觉他的阴毛刮蹭到我的臀瓣和股沟时，我知道到底了。

我用指尖伸到蛋蛋下面，能摸到他的肉棒进入我被撑开的洞的地方……然后我开始前后摇动。

“啊——操！！！”他重复道，“啊——操——太爽了！”

“对，宝贝……替我干那个洞！！”我结结巴巴地说。

我正骑着 8 英寸纯粹的男性荣耀。我到了第七重天堂！！！

只过了几分钟，他就开始向上顶，迎合我向后、向下的动作。我能感觉到他那美妙的汹涌怪物撑开我的内部，深深向里、向上顶进。我的想象力全速运转，脑中浮现那根既柔软又坚硬的管子在我体内活动的样子。我想象它胀大，然后把珍珠白的奶油喷满我通道的内壁。我开始摇得更快，他也开始泵得更用力。

“啊——操——这太爽了！！”他开始在我耳边低语。

然后他双臂环住我的胸口，开始真正向上猛撞我。

“对！对！！哦——操——对！！！”他呻吟。

下一刻，我已经站起来，弯腰撑着洗手池，而他站在我身后，抓着我的髋部，像第一次遇到阴道一样犁我的屁股。（是的，我知道他不是同性恋，而且肯定尝过足够多的女人；但我也知道，我大概也不是他的第一个紧致男屁股。）

当他像活塞一样进出时，我也同样把屁股往后送，迎上他那根绰绰有余的肉棒。我能感觉他一路挤进我的肠道，教会它们一场好干可以是什么样、有什么感觉。时不时，他的龟头擦过我那颗硬硬的小坚果，我就会呻吟。

“哦，对，伙计！！！干我的屁股！！！把那根大鸡巴撞进来！！！”我一直低声重复。我不想让外面的人听见。

而他正是这么做的。他越来越用力地撞。他一点也不退让，只是不停把整整 8 英寸一路塞进我体内，直到那团紧密的卷毛！！！在这个姿势下，他的蛋蛋每一下尽头都会向前甩，拍打在我自己的蛋蛋后侧。

他把手移到我的肩膀上，开始在自己向前冲刺的同时把我往后拉向他的肉棒。他要确保自己一路埋到底。

我的脑子已经飞到外太空……我只是一个干人机器里的“另一半”。还能更好吗？？？我他妈真不觉得。

然后他开始低吼、结巴。他撞进我体内时节奏开始乱了，现在还旋转髋部，让他的肉棒像一只大勺子，在我里面搅动。“哦，操！哦，操！！啊，操……要来了！要射了！！！”

我只是伸手到身后，抓住他的屁股，把他拉向我。我开始收缩体内肌肉，把他推过边缘。

“对，宝贝……把汁射进我屁股……给我的通道播种……把精射进我里面！！！”

“哦，对！！哦，对！！来了！！来了！！！”他说着，双臂环住我的腰，把自己推进新的深度。“啊——对——！”他喊道。

然后他僵住了，我感觉他的肉棒在我体内进一步胀大、硬化。它开始抽动、跳动、悸动，把他储存的精液释放进我的深处。我真的能感觉到温热，他的精液一遍又一遍又一遍刷白我的结肠。可以这么说，那精液的量完全配得上那根风琴管的尺寸。

这时我已经彻底趴在洗手池上，而他只是瘫倒在我背上。

我伸手到自己下面，抓住自己跳动的肉棒，疯狂撸动。只过了几秒，我就把自己的精液卸在洗手池下面的地板上。

他稍稍从我身上撑起来。“操！”他嘟囔，“你这屁股真他妈厉害！”

“谢谢。”我说，“你这鸡巴也真他妈厉害！你确实知道怎么让这个屁股爽到不行！”

说着，他伸手探进我的 T 恤下面，抚摸我的乳头和胸口。

“谢谢！”他说。然后他后退，把一根仍然很大但已经软下来的肉棒从我洞里拉出来，带出轻轻一声“啵”。

“哇！”他说着，抓了一把厕纸把自己擦干净。然后他拉起平角内裤和牛仔裤，准备离开。

“留在帘子后面。”他一边走向门一边吩咐，“我会在外面替你锁上。”

……

他确实这么做了。他打开门走出去，关门时伸手到身后，把门从外面锁上。

我等了一分钟左右，然后走出去。外面没人，也没人注意到。

下次我得记住这里。

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