Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2008 13:22:46 GMT From: "user459@netzero.net" Subject: Rest Stop (gay/adult-youth) It was always the same routine, get on the turnpike and drive for about an hour and a half and my wife and daughter would start complaining they had to pee. Usually it was just a few miles after the last rest stop and I'd have to endure the next 18 miles or so until the next one. This time I had to go, too, so I eased up to 75 or so and made it to the next rest plaza sooner than I thought. I found a parking space and we piled out, heading to our separate rest rooms in this marvelous oasis of modern travel. Heaven only knows where we were, they all look the same inside. Everybody hurrying to get some food or coffee or to take care getting rid of the last coffee they had. I pointed myself in the direction of the Men's room and, like the other travelers, kept my head down and focused on my mission. I went through the entrance to the huge bathroom and thought, "This is too big to be called a mere bathroom!" It was a large expanse of tile floor with urinals a step up on one side and the toilet stalls a step up on the other side. The sinks were a step up on the wall between them. This was a monument to human elimination; a Urinarium, a Tinkletorium, a Craparama. Soon enough, I found my favorite urinal at the end of a long line of the porcelain fixtures and barely had time to fish my cock out of my pants before I started a long, strong stream into the water. The relief was delightful and I did the obligatory shake, actually a modified squeeze and shake, and stuffed the old boy back into my pants. I stepped to the sink and washed my hands and punched the button on the dryer. Waiting for my hands to dry was the first chance I got to look around at the bustling scene. Guys were all doing as I had done, eyes straight ahead or looking down, looking to take care of business quickly and efficiently and then getting the hell out of there. All but one. Over by the stalls stood a kid of about 11 or twelve who was conspicuous by has lack of movement. He was just standing there, or so it seemed. I couldn't take my eyes off him for some reason. Everyone else sort of vanished and the noise diminished in my mind until I just saw him standing there. What was it that was demanding my attention? I took inventory. Here was a boy, about five feet nothing; dark hair combed forward, baggy flannel shirt, sneakers, and baggy jeans... Then it hit me, he had his penis in his hand and was idly stroking it! It looked unusually large for his small frame, but the movements were unmistakably familiar to a lifelong masturbator like me. As soon as it registered in my brain, I started, almost ran, across the tile expanse to where he was standing. I briefly scanned the room to see if any one noticed and no one was looking his way. I reaching him in about two seconds and took his arm, spun him around, and rather roughly pushed him toward the janitor's closet. The door was ajar, so I pushed it open and hustled the kid inside. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, still holding his arm. He looked terrified, but still had his dick in his hand. "I don't know; I just can't get it to go down." He looked at the floor and then up into my eyes, and I loosened the grip I had on his arm. He has this pleading, longing look in his eyes, looking for some sort of understanding and sympathy. "I know how that can be, but this is probably not the best place to put that thing on exhibition. You never know what kind of perverts can be lurking in a public bathroom like this," I admonished. Of course, what about me, hadn't I just grabbed him and rushed him off into a little room? Who's the pervert now? "What happened to get you like this?" I asked. "My Mom and me, we were driving for, like two hours and I was in the back seat and I had printed out some stories before we left because I, like, didn't have any other stuff to read and I started to read them and I got this hard on and I can't get it to go down!" He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out some folded up papers and thrust them at me. I opened them up and recognized the familiar format and the web address on the bottom of each page: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/. Hmmm, that was very familiar. He had printed out a bunch of stories about getting busy with older guys. This was getting better all the time. "Do you want me to help you with that little problem? I asked politely. "Could you? I can't go back out there like this." "We don't have a lot of time, you know, so come here." I was mindful of my wife and daughter and his Mom waiting, but all this had transpired in about two minutes while the world stood still. I also knew that in the female restroom world they usually had to wait in line to do their thing and then primp and whatever else they do. We should have plenty of time. I led him over to where the mop sink was and lifted him up to stand in it. That put his crotch at eye level with me. When I reached for his belt, his hands were already undoing the buckle and he proceeded to slide both his jeans and boxers down towards his ankles. His cock was so hard a cat couldn't scratch it and there was just the tiniest wisps of fine hair around the base. It looked rather large on him, though it was really only about five inches long. It was cut and very pretty, with a nice little lollipop head. I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth. "Have you done this before?" I asked. "No, never, I just read about it on the computer." He lowered both of his hands so I could see him in all his glory. I pushed his shirt and T shirt up out of the way and he held them away from my prize. I wasted no time and lowered my head to engulf his member in my mouth. I took it right to the root and then locked on with my lips and drew back up his shaft to the ring around the head. I felt his knees go a little weak and he let out a gasp just before I swirled my tongue around the head and back to the underside of his delectable morsel. That made him audibly moan. He tasted so good and freshy clean, I wanted more and more. I repeated that same motion until I could feel him get into the rhythm and start rocking back and forth into my mouth. I sped up a bit and kept up good tongue contact and he kept up the moaning and sharp intakes of his breath. Good thing I had thought to lock the door! I reached up and felt his little sack. It had some downy growth on it, but not much. As I let my fingers caress his sack, he moaned louder and seemed to get even harder in my mouth. His little grapes were drawing up tight to his body as I encircled his scrotum with my thumb and index finger. I drew them down and he emitted a little startled yelp. I let them go back up and just traced the outside of his sack with my fingertips. He was really thrusting now and I was bobbing in rhythm with his thrusting, each time going from top to bottom of his delicious dick. I even managed a couple of swipes across the head of it every three or four bobs. He loved that and I felt that he was ready to let loose any second. He rose up on his tip toes and I knew what was coming. I drew back to the head of his dick and swirled over it then seriously tongue bathed the bottom of it where the head joins the shaft. I felt a pulse and heard a groan. Nothing came out. Then I felt a couple more pulses and he let loose with a half groan, half sigh, and I felt a hot liquid rush on my tongue. A few more pulses and thrusts and a few more dribbles of cum and it was all done. I tasted the sweet, thin, nectar on my tongue. It was delicious, just like I remembered from when I was his age. His dick was still hard when I slid my mouth off it. "Oh, no! It still didn't go down!" He wailed. "Give it a chance. Guys your age can keep a hard on longer than most. Here, look at this." I said as I stood back and held my cock out for him to see. I had slipped it out while I was doing my thing on him and it was hard and ready. "Can I touch it?" he said. "Sure, anything you could do would be appreciated." He climbed out of the sink and crouched down in front of me and took my cock in his little hands. The next thing I knew, he had the head in his mouth and was trying to take more of the shaft. He choked a bit and backed off to the head. "Take it easy, little guy, just stay right there and use your tongue and not your teeth. He did as he was told and I felt myself getting to the brink real quick. The stimulation of the moment and the situation had gotten to me. "Here it comes, guy! Oh! Oh!" I stuttered as I lost it and started bucking into him and squirting my cum into his mouth. He held onto my waist and went farther down on my cock than I thought he could and took all my cum like a real trooper. I got very sensitive and pulled out of his mouth and pulled him up to my chest. After a little hug, I let go and we both zipped up and straightened up. "That was great! A lot better than just reading about it! I think I'll be OK for the rest of the trip", he said as he wiped off his mouth on his sleeve. "Are you sure you've never done that before?" I asked. "I'm sure, but I wouldn't mind doing it again, now that I've tried it." he said. He told me his name was Jamie and he was going to be twelve in a few weeks. We exchanged email addresses and phone numbers, but he lives too far from me to be any where near convenient. Besides, I have a wife and daughter to think about. Oh shit! I better get going before they wonder what happened to me. "You go out first and meet your Mom, and I'll be out a minute behind you." I unlocked the door and cracked it open to see if the coast was clear. Just like before, no one noticed as Jamie made his way across the tiled expanse. I slipped out and headed for the door when he was out of sight. As I entered the food court, I saw my wife and daughter in line at the fast food place, so I slipped in behind them. I saw Jamie meet up with his Mom at the door to the parking lot. He turned and gave me a smile and the smallest of waves and turned to go out the door and on his way. I swear I still saw a small tent in his jeans!