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by jacksondickntx@yahoo.com On the way to a family gathering in New Orleans, I got off the interstate to check out a park I'd heard about in Lafayette, Louisiana. On my first drive-through, there was no question that it was a 'cruising ground'- lots of vehicles, parked along a dead-end drive by a lake- each vehicle having a lone male occupant; each occupant looking up and carefully studying each slowly passing vehicle; many of the occupants huddled down in their vehicles with their hands safely hidden away in their laps. There was no question what was going on! I cruised through several times carefully studying each cruiser before settling on a potential playmate- a 20-something, medium build guy in a dark thunderbird. I parked behind him and gradually walked up to the car on the passenger's side. Through the passenger's sideview mirror I could see a large, hard prick with a MASSIVE head. As I came up to the side, the guy quickly put it back in his pants. I came around to the driver's side, and got a better look at my new friend. He had typically-Cajun good looks- light skintone, black hair, stache and goatee, and heavy five-o-clock shadow. When we spoke, his accent verified his Cajun ancestry. He rolled down the window and I stood above him and intiated our conversation: Me (STARING at his lap): "How's it going?" Him: "Fine...How bout yourself?" Me: "Good..."(still staring)"...man, that looks nice!" Him: "What?" Me: "That thing between your legs." He looks down at his crotch. He is wearing super-baggy pants and it's impossible to tell what he's got in them. He looks into my face and smiles lightly. Me: "Why don't you take it back out and let me have another look at it." He smiles again, hooks his right thumb in his pants and underwear, and in one move lowers them under his balls, exposing a GORGEOUS, semi-hard prick with an immense, FAT head- the largest I think I've ever seen. I lean down, reach in and fist him off for a few strokes. Me: "Sonofabitch! That's a HUGE head!" Him: "It gets even bigger when I'm really hard." (He looked pretty hard to me!) "I'm kinda nervous about doing this here." Me (continuing to explore it with my hands): "How long have you been stroking it?" Him: "I;ve been at it all day." (It was about 4:00 in the afternoon!) Me: "How many times have you shot today?" Him: "None yet." Me: "Damn! ... You know a boy needs to blow a load now and then. ... What a fat, fucking head!!! Do you pump or what?" Him: "Nah...it's just big." He takes my fist, moves it off of his dick and opens my palm and moves it about an inch away. Then he takes his hard dick and begins spanking my palm. "Fuck, that's hot!" I hiss as the thick piece and fat head slap loudly against my open hand. The weight and power of his hefty dong is actually knocking my palm around with each pop! He asks what I have in my pants, and seems really interested in messing around with me. In a thick Cajun accent, he comments on what his eyes are taking in of me: "You're a big man...I bet you shoot a really big load." I ask him if I can get in the car and jack off with him. "No man, it's not cool here. Do you have a place where we can go?". Of course, I didn't, and he doesn't either. I ask him what he likes, and he says he likes to get blown. "God, I bet that fat head chokes a cocksucker but good! How does it fit down a throat?" He smirks and shrugs. We continue this way for perhaps a half-hour. He's skittish about traffic and every time a new cruiser turns into the park, he puts it back in his pants, I move back to full standing, and we act like we're just visiting. Eventually, and despite the fun I'm having handling (and talking about) his thick prick and freakishly big head, I realize this is not going to go anywhere, and I still have 150 miles to go. So, regrettably I bid my friend goodbye, and head back out towards the Interstate. Several days later on my return trip, of course I HAD to again check out my new little roadside attraction. I first settle on a guy in a red Toyota. As I drive past, I can tell he's beating off, though I can't see into his lap. I park behind him and walk up to the driver's door. He has pulled his sweatpants back up. He rolls down his window and we greet each other. Again, my eyes are STARING into his lap as we talk. He clearly has a hard-on, and I tell him how hot it looks. I ask him to stroke it for me. He responds by lowering his pants and resuming his jack-session. He's on the small size- ~5" uncut with a small head and a hood that doesn't completely retract even though he's fully hard. His bush and ballsack are both trimmed super-short. I reach out and play with his balls while he jacks on his dick. He's looking for a blowjob, so we're obviously not a good fit. But we visit a bit. I tell him about the kid in the dark thunderbird with the huge head. He knows him, and tells me he lives in Baton Rouge and drives over looking for blowjobs. (And my new friend knew EXACTLY who I was talking about because of the freakishly fat head!) He takes off, and I return to my truck and decide to see what turns up. There are multiple vehicles with their solo male occupants cruising around the park, but none that particularly appeal to me. After about five minutes however, a white suburban slowly makes its way along the park road. When it gets near to me, I check out the driver: He's white, clean-shaven, 20-something, sunglasses, black hair. Despite being completely clean-cut, there's something kind of tough and hyper-masculine about his appearance. I think I detect a slight smile as he passes me, though the sunglasses make it nearly impossible to see where his eyes are focused. He cruises the park several times. I start my vehicle and cruise it once myself, though now HE is the only guy I'm interested in. I stop perhaps 100' behind him, and prepare my approach. But as I am contemplating my 'opening line', the white suburban's tailights come on, and he gently eases the vehicle out onto the road. I start up and follow immediately. When he turns out of the park, I follow, still somehow thinking I've missed my opportunity. (I should have approached him when we were both still in the park.) I am contemplating returning to the Interstate and heading back towards Houston. I do NOT think he knows that I'm following him, let alone that I'm interested. But he seems to be applying his brake quite a bit more than necessary, and I wonder if he's signaling me. I decide to follow him, as he turns first left, then right, and then eventually left again, all the time driving quite slowly. I have no idea where we are, but of course follow him, my cock now hardening at the prospect of handling this mysterious motorist. There is now another park on our right, and he turns into a parking area and parks in front of a small pair of restrooms. I follow him into the parking area and park at a discrete distance. Then I wait. And wait some more. He's making NO move, and I can't tell what he's doing inside the Suburban. Soooo... I head into the john through an open doorway hidden only by a low brick wall. The head is tiny- a one-seater w/o a sink. Almost immediately, I hear footsteps on the gravel, and turn to see my guy approaching the head. He has a really stern, harsh expression on his face, and for a moment I contemplate the worst-case scenario. But when he reaches me, he reaches out immediately and begins to knead my crotch without hesitation. I reciprocate. We are both hard-ish within ~30 seconds, and unzip each other and fish our pricks out through the opening. He is small, uncut. As we stroke each other, and I become fully hard, he groans with satisfaction. He leans down, and I whisper to him: "all I do is jackoff". But as it turns out, he's not trying to blow me: He wants to explore my legs. He kneels in front of me, and rubs his hands on either side tightly down and back up my right leg, and then does the same with the left. He returns to standing and we stroke each other. He's hard now too: quite small but as excited as can be, and responding really nicely to my hand. I take in his face: He's unbelievably handsome- model-quality, chiseled features, beautiful dark eyes (the sunglasses are finally off). We're both breathing hard in our jackrut, and I lean over impulsively and bite him a bit too hard on the neck. He yelps and pulls away, but then shakes his head at me and moans loudly. He smells really nice- deodorant soap and a very faint trace of cologne. After a minute or so, he's back on his knees feeling up my legs. I contemplate stripping down to give him better access. (My legs are one of my best features I think.) But just as I'm preparing to drop trou, we hear a group of joggers approaching in the distance. The track runs right outside the head, and we both freeze instantly. As the sound of multiple feet come closer and closer, we frantically replace our pricks in our pants and zip up. We face each other silently, fear of discovery in our eyes. (Now in retrospect what we SHOULD have done is one of us should have said LOUDLY to the other, "Okay, bud! Good to see you! Take care!" and left the other in the head as though two old friends had just run into each other. But of course, we didn't do that, instead opting to huddle down in this impossibly TINY shitter intended for ONE guy.) The sound of the joggers came closer and closer until they were right outside the head. Then we heard their footsteps start to move away as they rounded the track and headed away from us. However, just as we prematurely breathed a sigh of relief, one of the joggers rounds the brick wall and is suddenly upon us in the tiny head. He is startled, "Oh! ... Sorry!". "No problem" I mumble, rushing past him and scurrying out of the tiny head a few steps ahead of my buddy. My prick, achingly hard, is pushed precariously off to my right hip. It is impossible to miss the outrageous, missile-like mound in my Levis. I am sure the jogger has noticed, and knows exactly what was going on. My face is flushed. I walk rapidly to my vehicle, and only as I leave the lot, turn back to see my buddy also racing off- he in the opposite direction. Later, as I masturbate, I contemplate the rugged good looks, the expressive moans, and the good feel of his strong hands on my thighs and dick. Despite the brevity and the frustrating end, it was a nice encounter.