He pulled his head from mine and then pulled my head onto his crotch. Sweat ran from his arms onto mine, the smell of men hanging in the air. He sat on my lap and again kissed me, his arms bracing me in a bear hug. He laughed again and responded, "A few buddies are watching out at the door for me." He flung my shirt on the floor next to his. I began to untie my shoes, as he started to unbutton my shirt. He picked me up and threw me down on the toilet seat, almost causing me to fall in. His beard scratched my face, his tongue felt my lips.
He pushed my head back and kissed me ferociously. His furry, round belly burst out of from the shirt, his wide, rough chest heaving as he laughed heartily. He pressed his heavy body against mine with force and began unbuttoning his flannel. He kicked the door shut and pushed me into the stall wall. His other hand reached for my crotch and gave a rough tug. He wrapped is arm around me and pulled me in. Reached for my shoulder and pulled me up. He looked at me and sort of smiled, sort of sneered. He was wearing dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a red flannel.
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He had a full scraggly beard and was slightly balding. A good half of foot taller then me, and probably 60 pounds heavier. A deep voice, saying, "I love to fuck." I opened the door. Looked at the hair stuck between the tiles, with cigarette butts and bits of toilet paper. Looked at the piss stains at the base of the toilet. I thought about all the men who had met in this stall. I looked around the stall, saw other dates from months, years ago. "I love to Fuck," followed by today's date and a time. I sat on the toilet seat and shut the door. I walked over to the second one and stepped inside. I pulled down my briefs and bent my semi- erect cock into the urinal and sent out a small stream of piss. I walked over to one of two urinals and unbuttoned my fly. I got out of my car and slowly walked to the men's room, expectant and aroused. I pulled into the rest stop and scanned the parking lot. "I love to Fuck" followed by a date and time. Typical stall wall stuff: phone numbers, names, jokes, drawings, and something that caught my eye. I had pulled down my pants, pulled out my cock and started scanning the graffiti. I had visited the rest stop and had visited a stall. A few days before I had driven down this same interstate and had seen this same sign. It was past midnight, on a Tuesday morning, and I was driving down the interstate, when I saw the sign reading, "Rest Stop 3 miles." I got an erection in anticipation. I love to think of all the men who have done the same thing in that same stall. When the restroom is empty, even sometimes when it's not, I love to sit in the stall and jack off. Pretending to wash my hands over and over waiting to see who comes in. I get a thrill using the urinals, my dick hanging out, a stranger's dick hanging out next to me. I love sitting down in one of the public stalls and reading the graffiti. While traveling I love to stop at them even if I don't have to take a piss.