The asphalt rolled by under the tires of my old car, hours of driving swallowed up in a fog of fatigue. My eyes stung, my body screamed for a break. I spotted a remote highway rest area, far from the crowded stations of noisy families. This one, the Debauchery Rest Area, as I later nicknamed it, was a discreet, almost clandestine hideout. A few cars scattered in the shadows, single guys, looking like they were hunting, their gazes lingering. The atmosphere was heavy, electric, saturated with barely veiled sexual tension. I parked near a grove, off to the side, and headed straight to the bathroom. The smell of urine and cheap disinfectant hung in the humid air. The urinals were deserted, a thick silence reigned. I yanked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, exposing my toned buttocks and my already half-hard cock, dangling between my thighs. I love the feeling of freedom, the unashamed vulnerability. As I was peeing, a burly guy with climbing tattoos on his forearms walked up. He stood beside me, his gaze gliding unabashedly over my pert ass. Wordlessly, his calloused hand brushed against my cheek, a fleeting but burning caress, before he pulled out his thick cock to pee. Our eyes met in the grimy mirror, a flash of raw desire. He grunted a vague "You're hot," before walking off, leaving me with a throbbing cock. I pulled my boxers up, but not too far, revealing the curve of my ass, and went outside to sit at a rickety picnic table under a twisted oak tree. I took out a sandwich, a warm beer, and surveyed the surroundings. At a nearby table, two guys, truckers judging by their worn caps and tight jeans, were sipping cans. One of them, a dark-haired guy with bulging biceps, was rubbing his crotch, his gaze fixed on mine. His friend, thinner and dark-skinned, followed suit, a smirk on his face. I felt my cock swell under the table. Without thinking, I loosened my belt, let my jeans slide down to my ankles, my boxers to mid-thigh. My cock, fully erect, stood proudly out, glistening in the fading sun. I stroked myself slowly, provocatively, biting into my sandwich. The brunette stood up, his fly stretched to the point of bursting. He walked over and straddled the bench opposite me. "Nice stuff," he said, his voice raspy. Without waiting, he grabbed my cock, his rough hand drawing a moan from me. His friend joined us, unbuttoning his pants to free a long, veiny cock. They jerked off in rhythm, their hungry gazes fixed on my body. The brunette leaned down, his rough tongue licking my head, then he swallowed me in one go, his throat tight around me. I grunted, my hips thrusting instinctively. The other guy slid behind, his fingers exploring my ass, spreading my cheeks to tease my hole. One finger, then two, sank inside me, while the brunette sucked me with animal voracity. I came first, a hot jet in his mouth, while he spurted on the table, his friend ejaculating with a moan on my back. They left immediately, leaving me panting, my ass glistening with sweat and sperm. I half-dressed and went back to my car. I rolled down the windows, tilted the seat, and stripped naked, a towel under my buttocks. My cock, still sensitive, rested against my thigh. I fell into a feverish nap, lulled by the sound of engines and doors. Through the half-ope ...

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