It was summer in Iowa. What can you say. Hotter than hell and humid to boot. I'd been in the car on a cross country drive for several days and the windows were down with 85 degree heat and similar humidity. If it wasn't for the wind coming in the window, my shorts and tee shirt would have been soaked.
I checked the map and was supposed to find a rest stop in the middle of the state off on a side road. I got there to discover that the road was closed, but my coffee consumption had been prodigious that morning and I had to pee like the proverbial racehorse. It was Saturday and there were no workmen in sight. I went around the barricades and traveled the half-mile up to the rest area. At least it wasn't blocked off. I turned into the parking lot, killed the engine and went into the men's room where I quickly unzipped and started a long and ahhh inspiring off load.
This was one of these rest stops with a pretty primitive set up. It was a modernized outhouse and there was a screened window over the urinal that looked out over the parking lot. The only car in sight was that old Ford I was driving and as my bladder emptied, I started checking out the walls for the inevitable graffiti.
Well, this was most unusual. Instead of "for a good time call...", to the right of the urinal was a drawing and quite a graphic one it was. A cock at full erection, drawn in loving detail by somebody who knew what they were doing. Not bad I thought. Then I glanced to my left and there was a very attractive young man's face, his tongue out, licking up the shaft of a nice hard one. Again, artwork, not just a line drawing. I was impressed.
I was finally done urinating and I gave my pecker a shake as I turned to the left in that empty privy and there on the side of the toilet stall was an incredible drawing. Two young men, engaged in some mutual oral gratification, rendered in loving and very erotic detail. This took someone a great deal of time and the artist had some real talent. One young man was blond, the other had dark hair. There were details in the faces that were fascinating the filled with pure animal passion. I felt myself begin to stiffen.
I glanced out the window again and the lot was still empty except for my Ford. Cock out, I walked to the door of the stall, now anticipating more of this delicious homo-erotic art. I was stunned. On the door was not a drawing, but a painting. Full color this time. Detail and skin tone. The pubic hair matted with cum. The cocks leaking and dripping their passion. The two young men engaged in a delirious kiss as their exploded cum ran down their bodies. I was fully erect and my hand went to my cock.
I pushed the door open. I was hungry for the next sexual artwork and one was there indeed. Inside was not a drawing, but the nude blond young man that was the subject of these works. I stopped in my tracks, embarrassed briefly that I was stroking my cock to these drawings. He looked at me and my condition and immediately stepped forward toward me. "My name is Jed."
That was all he said before he took my cock in his hand. I melted. I took his cock in mine and we stood there in silence for a moment, savoring the touch of each other in silence. "I'm Bob," was all I said when his cock swelled up to a nice 7 inch erection.
In moments he was sucking me. Licking up the underside of my shaft. Flicking the head of my cock with his tongue. He laved my balls with his tongue, sucked them into his mouth and then deep throated my down to my pubic hair.
We traded places and I did him as well. Not a word was shared as we lasciviously sucked each other until finally he lost his load in my mouth. "Ah, ah, ah, ah" he erupted. His cock jumping with each burst of sperm. Finally he was spent but still I sucked his tender cock to give him that last ounce of pleasure.
He returned the favor and soon I was grunting out my own pleasure as I spurted into his mouth, jet after jet of cum rolling into his mouth and spilling out the lips, running down his chin. He stood up and kissed me, forcing my cum into my mouth. I took it and gave it back to him, our tongues slurping it back and forth until it finally disappeared.
We were both spent. Finally we talked and shared more than our names.
He was a local. He worked his family's farm that backed up to this rest stop. On days like this, he went in to do some drawing and painting. He'd never been caught, but since every time they found it, the officials always painted over it, he always had a fresh canvas to try some new things on.
After a while, he asked if I would like to take a swim. Hot, sweaty, stick with cum, I said of course I would.
He said to follow him. I started to get dressed, but he told me not to bother. Nude, he led me out of the john and through some bushes. We carried our clothes with us. About 400 yards away, through some bushes and trees, we crossed off the state land and onto his family's property. It felt great to be outdoors, nude and hiking like this. In a few moments, we came to a pond, surrounded by grass. It was Jed's swimming hole.
I dropped my clothes and waded in. The water was warm and perfect for a swim. I splashed around for a bit with Jed and he swam over to me. We stood there, close to each other with water up to our chests, each searching the other's eyes. We knew we were not done for the day.
Soon a friendly hand from Jed found me and I found him. Our cocks swelled again as we played with each other in that pond. I wanted more.
"Let's go up there," I said, pointing to the grass. I led the way.
It's an odd feeling to walk out of a pond in the hot summer with a hard on. No one around, fully aroused, your lover following you, the air hitting your skin and beginning to evaporate the water on your skin. I turned to Jed on the shore and we shared another kiss. This time our hard cocks mashed against each other and we ground them together, lost in that kiss.
There was a convenient spot where there was a little drop off. I laid back on it. Jed went into his pant's pocket and luckily had some lube with him. He sucked me for a few minutes and used the lube and his fingers to open me up. Then he stood up over me, rubbed his cock against mine for a minute. I reached down and spread more lube over that lovely dick. He pressed it against me and slowly entered me.
It took longer to do than it does to describe. His cock slowly, by fractions of an inch, pushing ever further into my ass until he was fully embedded in me. My cock still hard, he stroked me. I could feel his balls up against me and knew he was fully in me.
He began to stroke me. Slowly at first, he fucked me. The delicious cock sliding in, then pulling slowly out. His hand continuing to stroke me as I lay on my back and took him. His speed picked up, the fucking cock now rapidly moving in and out, his hand on my cock speeding up as well. I could feel his cock swell just as I reached my peak. My cock went off like a rocket. Being my second time that day, I would have expected a smaller load, but this one was one of the biggest loads I ever shot. He grunted, his cock jumped in me and I knew he was cumming as well.
We stayed like this for a while, his cock slowly shrinking in my ass until it finally popped out. My own cock withering after my orgasm.
We took another dip in the pond and I had to be on my way. I don't know what ever happened to that man, but think of him often and the afternoon of pure passion we shared. I still can't drive through Iowa in the summer without rolling the window down and feeling the heat and humidity flow in. I get hard just driving through the state. Maybe I'll go back to that rest area again and see if there is any new art.