Horny Encounter on the way Home from Work

When I was in my late 20s I had a job which entailed working away from home Monday through Friday.   On Friday evenings, sometimes rather late, I would drive the 100 or so miles up the motorway home.  To pass the time, and to make the journey more interesting, I would unfasten my trousers, get my cock out and masturbate.  I could travel quite a few miles stroking and edging before exploding into a hand towel which I kept in the car for just such a purpose. Anyway, on this particular Friday, and later than intended, I set off on my journey.  I hadn’t travelled very far when I realised that I hadn’t had a pee before I left, and I was beginning to sense that I needed to relieve myself.  I knew it would spoil my activities so I decided to stop at the next service station.  I pulled into an almost deserted car park and made my way inside, through the shop, and into the gents toilets.  There was a row of urinals on the far wall and a guy was already standing at one, so I went to one about three away from him, got my cock out and started to pee.  Maybe it was the thought of what I was going to do in the car later, but I felt my cock starting to swell.  By the time I was shaking off the final drops I had a raging hardon, visible for all to see.  The guy along the way obviously noticed as, all of a sudden, he was standing beside me.  I looked down and saw that he too had an enormous erection. ‘Let’s continue this somewhere more comfortable’ he said. ‘Just follow me’.  With that he tucked his cock inside his pants, turned, rinsed his hands, and walked to the door.  I instinctively followed.  As I went through the door he was approaching the exit to the car park.  He briefly glanced around before disappearing outside.  I quickened my step and saw him striding across the park towards a large campervan parked a few spaces away from my car. Going out into the cool air, part of me had serious doubts about what I was doing.  Perhaps I should just say goodnight, get into my car and drive home.  Before I could think rationally, I found myself standing by the passenger door of the camper.  He leant across, opened the door and invited me in.  When I was in he locked the doors and stepped through the curtain into the living quarters.  I willingly followed.  As my eyes became used to the dark I could make out a bench seat and a table, and that the curtains on the side windows were closed.  The only light was the yellow car park glow coming in through the roof light.  He was standing facing me and, as he approached, he reached out and put his hand on the bulge in my trousers.  I responded by doing the same to him and started to undo his belt.  In a short time we both had are pants round our ankles and our dicks exposed.  I’d forgotten how nice it was to hold another guy’s dick in my hand, to gently slide the foreskin away and expose the tip.  I held his balls in my other hand and they felt big and heavy.  I could feel his hand stroking my cock and the feeling was good.  He stepped forward so our cocks were touching.  He opened his hand and closed it around both rods and started rubbing them together.  A feeling of ecstasy flowed through my whole body.  I moved my hands round to his back and they rested on the cheeks of his arse.  They were round and firm and I felt him squirm as I massaged them. Our faces were so close together that I could feel his breath.  Suddenly he turned slightly and kissed me.  I wanted to recoil, but found myself responding.  I had never kissed a guy but it felt so horny.  I could feel I was reaching the point of no return.  I said ‘I think I’m going to cum’.  ‘Go ahead’ he whispered, and with that I spurted great loads onto his dick, over his hand, and down both our legs.  By this time my hand was back on his cock and with the lubrication, it was only a matter of seconds until he thrust forward and emptied his load into my hand.  We stood there with semen running through our fingers, over our diminishing erections and trickling down our legs.  ‘That was good’ he said and I just nodded.  He turned, grabbed a towel from the worktop and we cleaned up as best we could.  We sat down on the bench, our pants still down by our ankles, put our heads back, and smiled at each other. I stopped at that service station on the following few Friday nights, but I never saw him or his campervan again.  I had many a good wank thinking about that wonderful night.