Before I gave my first blowjob, I’d had a couple of experiences with guys, where I played with one guy’s cock for a while before he stroked me off . There was another instance where I sucked a guy for a little while before he got me off. In both cases, the guys seemed more satisfied than I was and I never got the chance to pursue taking another guy’s load. However, one night while riding around with a drinking bud, he mentioned that we should go to the rest area and ‘roll some gays.’

I was naive and had no idea what he was talking about or what was happening at the rest area until he explained that ‘they’ (gays) hung out there, seeming surprised that I didn't know that. Well, that set the stage for me. A few weeks later, after a night out with no luck with the ladies, I remembered my friend’s comments. I guess I’d committed myself to making something happen because before I headed to the rest area I went home and took a shower, making sure to wash my cock and balls carefully.

It was only a few miles to my destination so I soon pulled into one of the parking lots. As usual, the back half the lot was taken up by big-rigs taking their government mandated rest breaks. I pulled into a parking space near the restrooms. Unsure what to do next, I just sat in my car. As I sat there looking around I noticed some guys hanging around on the sidewalk and watched their behavior. After a while, it was soon obvious that they were ‘cruising’ the place. Still not knowing what to do, I just stayed in my car.

In a few minutes, someone pulled in the space next to me. I noticed him leaning up in his seat looking over at me from time to time. Being somewhat unsure and afraid, I made no move. But in a few minutes, the guy got out of his car and came around to my window and asked, “Do you have the time?”
He didn’t really want to know, it was just to break the ice. His asking started a short conversation about nothing in particular until he asked, “Can I sit in the car with you for a while? It’s cool outside.”

He was a cute younger guy, probably twenty or so to my twenty-eight, as clean cut as Clark Kent. He wore black horn-rim glasses, was medium height, had reasonable good looks and he wore of all things… a red bow tie. Taking a deep breath to screw up my courage, I said, “Yes.”

Circling around my car, he opened the passenger and got in. He wasn't in the car a minute or two when he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. When I didn’t flinch and pull my leg away, he asked, “Would you like to play around?”

I just nodded and choked out, “Yeah.”

That was all he needed. He knelt sideways on the seat, reached over and started unbuckling my belt. As I sat there and watched him, he unbuttoned my jeans. At this, I snapped and unzipped my Wranglers. I lifted my bottom off the seat to let him pull my pants down. Once he got them past my knees and down to my ankles, he slowly stroked my already super hard cock, bringing a drop of pre-cum to the tip.
 
“Do you want me to take care of that?” he eagerly asked,

And again, all I could do was nod.

As he leaned over to suck my cock I felt like it was a dream. It couldn’t be really happening. But when he clamped his lips around my hard shaft I knew that it was. As his mouth moved up and down my shaft I knew if he stayed down there too long I would cum and it would be all over for me.

Barbara, my girlfriend at the time, had always been good about swallowing when she sucked my cock and I’d always thought how lucky she was. she’d been swallowing my cum for a couple years and I was envious of her having that pleasure. So I guess it went without question that I would swallow the first time I had the opportunity.

My new friend at the rest area was doing a nice job of stroking me while he slowly sucked me, taking his time. I knew I'd cum quickly because it was so good, so I pulled him up and said, “Let me suck you for a while,' knowing that I wanted to finish him off first.

When he leaned back in the seat, it was my turn to turn sideways in the seat. He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and pulled down his pants. He had a nice average size uncut cock that popped out of his underwear as I pulled them down. It was a little thicker but no longer than my nearly seven inches. Then I open my mouth and slowly went to work on it.

It was such a turn on to feel his hard cock in my mouth after all my years of doing without and I wasn’t disappointed. It was so hard yet with that soft silky skin. Being careful to keep my teeth out of the way, I took him in my mouth. I slowly sucked him, really enjoying the feel of his cock.

Remembering that my girlfriend Barbara could usually get me off when she fondled my balls while sucking me so I started doing that to him. As he was young, I actually felt his cock head swell that last little bit and got really hard before his cock started to actually rapidly twitch and spasm.
 
It all happened so fast that by the time I realized what was really happening, I felt the first warm squirt of cum hit my tongue. He squirted strongly three or four more times and with each one I automatically swallowed as he shot. It seemed so easy. And I stayed with it until I squeezed out all of his cum and his cock started to go soft.

Even then I squeezed out a final drop of his cum and licked it off to finish.

Then I leaned back against the driver’s side door and spread my legs invitingly. Turning sideways on the seat again, he lowered his face to my lap and went down on me again. He did a great job getting me off while I savored the lingering taste of his warm cum on my lips and in my mouth.

We thanked each other as he got out of my car and got back into his own. Pulling out of my parking space, I drove home with the aftertaste keeping the memory of my first load fresh cum in my mind. That night I chose to not even brush my teeth so I could enjoy the taste as I went to sleep. I was hooked.

I woke up thinking about the big-rigs in the back of the rest area parking lot and wondering what the inside of a sleeper looked like. Maybe next time… and there would be a next time… if I played my cards right one of the drivers would show me. One can only hope.