A favorite memory - and with a straight guy
There was a time when at night after my second shift ended about midnight that I would drive back towards where I lived. A few miles away, there was an interstate rest area, a few miles outside of the city and on the way to where I lived. This was one of those rest areas that was envisioned as a place for truck drivers to stop and rest, but there were so many nearby truck stops, they never did.
So the place became a meeting place for gay/bi men from the area, all of them were workmen of some sort. We almost never did anything there, but just hung out and talked. Sometimes a couple of guys would leave together.
We almost never had any police cruising through.
One night, there were about a dozen of us standing around and talking when a car pulled in more towards the entrance of the area, just behind all of our cars. It was a white Ford, and had that look of a police unit, except it was older and looked more than a little worn out. We all stood around wondering and talking about that car.
Finally, I said, "Hell, I'll walk down there and see what's up." So I did; walked up to the car to find a guy in jeans and t-shirt, mid-twenties, sitting inside. I struck up a conversation with him and we talked a few minutes. I couldn't make out what he was about but I was pretty sure he wasn't an officer.
After a few minutes, I asked if I could get in and sit down and he agreed. So we sat and talked shit, sports, weather, stuff like that. Finally, he said, "So, who are all you guys hanging out here?"
I said, "Oh, we're just hanging out. What brings you in here?" His answer, "My car overheated and I just pulled in to let it cool down so I can get it to the next exit," about a mile away.
I said, "Well, I probably better go. I think I made a mistake here." He said, "What do you mean?"
I replied, "Well, we're a bunch of guys who meet up here, and we're guys that like other guys."
He looked puzzled, considered it for a half a minute, then realization dawned. You could see it on his face. "Damn!" came out. After another half minute, "Damn!"
I said, "Yeah, so you can see I made a mistake."
After another half minute he said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, ask me anything you want."
"So do you guys... I mean.. well... do you guys actually suck another guys dick,?
Inside, I alerted, but answered, "Yeah, we do." And there was that "Damn," again.
I decided to go for it and said, "Can I ask you a question? Is the reason you asked because you're thinking you might like a blowjob?" Pretty quick, he answered, "Yeah."
I didn't say anything else, I reached over the unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and opened it up.. his dick, a nice respectable tool, flopped out... he was beginning to get a little more than soft. I leaned down and took it in my mouth and he said, "Shit." Then he slid his pants down to his knees.
The sucking went on for, well, not too long, when he started moaning and squirming, and it wasn't long before he said, "I'm gonna cum, man." I mumbled, "Go for it," and he did, and rope after rope when into my mouth, all of which I swallowed.
He pulled his pants up and zipped up, and fastened his belt. Didn't say anything until he was done, then said, "I guess I better go."
I answered him, "Sure, are you sure you'll be ok? Need any help?"
"No, I'll be fine."
"Good luck with the car man," and I got out. He cranked up the car and drove off.
We never saw him again. I was sorry we didn't.