It was a beautiful day in May. I was driving to meet some friends for the weekend. I had a four-hour journey ahead of me, much of it on the motorway. Having left early, I made a quick stop at the first gas station for a coffee, my third since waking up. After finishing my drink, I continued on my way. An hour later, the urge to urinate became increasingly urgent, and I pulled into a motorway rest area equipped only with toilets. I knew the reputation of these rest areas and had sometimes imagined meeting people there. I had stopped in the past, but I had never actually had the chance to meet anyone. I parked my car facing the toilets between two other cars. A woman in the driver's seat seemed to be waiting for someone. The second car was empty. I walked towards the toilets and passed a man who was probably coming back out to meet the woman in the parking lot. I walked past three closed toilet doors and headed towards the urinals. A man was using the one on the right. I went to the opposite side. I unzipped my fly and quickly pulled out my penis to relieve myself. It was time! I discreetly glanced to the right. The guy was still there. I thought, smiling, that he must have been incredibly horny. But I quickly realized from the movements of his hand that he was stroking himself while looking in my direction. I forced myself to look straight ahead, but I could still see him masturbating. I saw his glans appear and disappear with each movement. It excited me. I was finished, but I continued to pretend to urinate so I could enjoy the show. I imagined replacing his hand with mine, feeling him grow, stroking him until he came. But he finally stopped, got dressed, and headed for the exit. End of the show. I was a little disappointed, but I thought that for a first break, it was still pretty good. I had enough to occupy my mind for quite a while. The journey would seem shorter. And besides, rest areas... I was going to pass by others. I got dressed again and took the same route. I passed the closed toilets. The third door was ajar. I looked discreetly and saw the man, his trousers around his ankles, masturbating even more intensely, facing the door. He was looking at me and smiling. He gestured for me to join in. I was hesitant. On one hand, a little voice told me, "Forget it, you still have a long way to go," and on the other, I thought, why not? A quick fling with a stranger, well-endowed to boot. A place where no one knew me. The perfect spot to indulge in homosexual urges I'd repressed so many times. My gaze never left his penis. I opted for the second option. I went into the restroom and closed the door behind me. The toilet was clean. The guy was still smiling at me and quickened his pace, then held his hand still, exposing his erect penis and presenting me with a fully swollen glans. I heard him say, "Take it, you've been eyeing it for a while now, jerk me off, I'm dying for it." I moved closer and grasped his penis. I began to stroke it slowly. I could feel it growing. I heard the guy moan with pleasure. I was enjoying the moment, alternating slow strokes with faster movements, which he encouraged with numerous "yes"es... His cock was a good size without being enormous, but above all, it was rock hard, proudly erect between us. I continued, playing with the rising tide of his desire. I sped up, and when I heard him say, "Yes, it's coming," I slowed down until I stopped to bring him back down. I repeated this three times. He seemed to love this little game, but then he asked me to make him come. I told him we had time and that I loved playing with his cock. He confessed that his wife was waiting for him outside in the car and that she ...

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