I was 35 years old when this story occurred. Newly divorced, I returned to my love for sex with men. I wasn't a virgin or newbie, but had been out of action for a while.

I had recently moved to Plattsburgh, NY to start over fresh. My work required I keep my secret passions in the closet. As a result, I could not openly cruise the small downtown bar area where everybody knew your name. Instead, I elected to stake out the rest area on the Adirondack Northway south of the City. It was located halfway between the 2 mile stretch of the South Plattsburgh and Peru exits. If things were quiet on the South side, a quick jaunt down to the Peru exit and back would put me on the opposite rest area. Another short jaunt to South Plattsburgh and back to the south side. Everything was perfect for cruising.

It was a Thursday night in summer. The south bound rest area was crammed with Canadian truckers, usually good pickings. They tended to be on the older side, but very willing. I knew I was no spring chicken with a slight paunch, receding hair and average looks. My oral talents made up for any lack of youth. If the trucker was reluctant to invite me into his cab, there was plenty of dark wooded areas in the back of the rest room building.

My early morning enjoyment was disturbed by the arrival of a State Trooper. As soon as I noticed him, I started my car and headed out to make the loop to the North side. Ten minutes later, I was settled into the other side. Very little activity here in the early morning, but the selection seemed a lot better with the arrival of a young college boy. I saw his car drive in and park. I noticed he flashed his taillights several times before getting out and heading to the men's room. I quickly got out of my car and followed him in. He was standing at the urinal with his dick out. It didn't look to me like he was pissing, just showing off. I took a stand at the next urinal and pissed a full stream into the bowl. He looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact but sneaking a peek at my exposed equipment. I looked over at a good 6" dick protruding from his pants, uncut but skinned back.

I took a chance. I said "Nice looking dick on such a young man. Usually only see the old truckers in here." He looked at me, but made no attempt to zip up. After another minute, he zipped up and went over to the sink. I followed to the neighboring sink, and asked ""If you're not in a hurry, maybe you'd like to come back to my car and talk for awhile."

He went wild. He yelled "Get away you fucking pervert." He went out the door, and I could hear his car starting and driving away. I came out and left in my car in case he called the cops.

I didn't think anything about it for the next week. The following Thursday, saw me repeating the previous week. Playing around in the south bound rest area until the nightly patrol drove in, and then hopping over to the north side. As I pulled into the north rest area, I noted a couple of cars already there. One was strange to me, but the other was my angry young manfrom the previous week. I wondered if he had returned after thinking over my offer.

Walking up to the men's room, I didn't notice anyone else around. I figured either the other driver was also in the rest room or had left his car there while he hopped a ride. Entering the bathroom, I noted my young boy standing against the sink. Cautiously, I checked out the stall to make sure nobody else was there. It was empty. I opted to use the urinal, taking the time to moan in pleasure. I remarked to no one in particular "That's the second best feeling in the world, draining a full bladder." The young guy remarked "What's the best feeling?" I looked at him, and replied "Why, draining a full ball sac of all it's cum, of course!" He chuckled. I walked over to the sink he was standing at, and proceeded to wash my hands.

The young man said "Sorry about the outburst last week. I was just scared. My first time here."

I said "No problem. I'm not every guys cup of tea. Hope you find something you like."

He replied "That's why I came back tonight. I was hoping you would be here." I just looked at him. He continued "I'm interested if the offer is still open."

"Sure" I replied while holding my enthusiasm in check.

"The only thing is" he stammered "I'm kind of skittish about getting into someone else's car way out here. Do you mind just going in back of the building and doing it there?" I nodded and followed him out.

I'm not new to cruising, but the desire for this young dick was blinding me to all the danger signs. I should have wondered why that other car was in the parking lot, why he changed his mind, and why was he luring me to the back. As quiet as it was, I could have blown him in the stall there without interruption.

Unfortunately, the answers all came at once as I rounded the back of the building in the flash of a baseball bat swinging into my midriff. I was down on the ground in an instant. I couldn't remember much, there were at least three guys, maybe more. A heavy boot upside the head almost knocked me out. Someone placed their knee on the backside of my neck, forcing my face into the ground. Hands grabbed at me, tearing off my clothes. There were shouts of "suck this" as a booted foot was shoved in my face. A sharp pain shot across my back as the baseball bat came down on me again. A sharp smack of the bat on my ass was followed with more shouts of "perve", "fag", and more. Suddenly, one of the guys grabbed my ass, pulling the cheeks apart. I next thing I felt was the cold aluminum of the bat handle trying to be wedged into my ass. Someone yelled "Fuck his ass, he wants it." Dumb amateurs probably couldn't hit a bull's ass with a two by four much less the ass ring of a squirming man. My struggles to get free pissed them off. One of them reached between my legs to grab my ball sac, and yank it backwards. The next thing was the pain of a lit cigarette being ground into my balls. My yells must have slated their blood lust, because they abruptly left. I laid there until I heard them driving away amid hoots and hollers.

I sat up. I was sore, dirty and naked, but luckily no broken bones. I looked around for my clothes, but they were gone. I was naked in a rest area fifteen miles from home. I needed to get home and get tended too. If the cops found me here, it would be hard to explain and impossible to keep covered up. Now, I was smart enough to have a spare lock key stashed away on my car. I retrieved it, and fumbled in the glove compartment. Luckily, they hadn't gotten into my car. I had my wallet and spare ignition key stashed in there. I started the car and pulled out onto the highway.

When I got to my apartment building, I was thankful it was so early in the morning. Even the bar hoppers were home and settled in by then. I had no spare clothes in the car, and only a fold out map to provide any coverage. I quickly entered the building and quickly went to my apartment. It was only as I stood outside the door, wrapped in just my map, that it dawned on me. I HAD NO KEYS TO MY APARTMENT. The weight of the night fell upon me, and I slunk to the floor weeping.

I was startled by a door opening across the hall. It was my neighbor Tom. He quickly came over and asked if I was all right. I just sobbed that I had been bashed, bashed not mugged like a normal person would have said. He helped me to my feet, and lead me into his apartment. Sitting me on a chair, he asked if I wanted to call the cops. I shook my head no, and he seemed to understand more than I was saying.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and attend to your bruises." he offered. I followed his lead into the bathroom. I just sat on the john as he started the shower. I had lost the map along the way so I was naked again. He helped me stand up, but my head started to spin. Holding me as I stumbled, he said "Don't need you falling and making things worse." He sat me back down and quickly disrobed himself. Standing naked beside me, he helped me into the warm shower and closed the door behind us. I leaned against the wall as he soaped up my back. The warm water relieved a lot of the pain. I winced when he reached down to scrub my ass. He said "Sorry, but there is a lot of dirt here and a little blood." He kneeled down level with my ass and spread the cheeks. "Doesn't look like any serious damage, just a little raw." Standing up, he turned me around and soaped up my chest and worked his way down to my balls. I looked into his caring eyes, and was touched. Without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him. I meant to just give him a little kiss of gratitude but he responded with wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. My lips were a little swollen, but this was enjoyable. Soon, our tongues were dueling. I had always joked to myself that even if I was half dead, I'd still be horny. He shut off the water. Opening the shower door, he fetched a towel and began to dry me off.

When it came to my cock and balls, he took a little longer than necessary to dry them. In fact, it was enough time to start an erection. He chuckled as he dried himself off. With both of us still naked, he lead the way out into the living room. Now that the warm water and his massaging hands had soothed some of the pain out of my bruised body, I began to look at him in a new light. He was the same age as me, never married to my knowledge, and very friendly. And he had some respectable equipment, 7" thick cut meat.

"You can stay here till the office opens in the morning" he said. "I'll give you some clothes so you can get a pass key." I just nodded. He continued "I'll make up the couch if you want, or ..." his voice trailed off as he looked toward the one bedroom.

"I don't want to put you out." I said. He pulled me close and whispered "And I don't want to put you out, but I'd like to put out for you." We melted into a passionate kiss. My bruised lip hurt, but at this point I didn't care. I headed into the bedroom with him following. I climbed into the bed between the covers and reached out to him. He climbed into my arms and shifted his weight on top of me.

I whispered "I really want you tonight, but I don't know how good I could be."

He said "Just lay back. Tonight I'll handle it. Tomorrow will be your turn." With that, he began to kiss my neck, and lowered himself to my nipples. His tongue left a trail of spittle as he continued down to my dick. He took my dick into his mouth, and slowly teased it as he lowered his lips around the shaft. He fondled my balls gently due to the burn mark. His sucking action quickly had me to full erection. He reached out to his night stand drawer to fish out some lube and a condom. I shifted uncertainly. I demurred "I'm too sore for any anal action." He smiled up at me as he slid the condom over my dick and spread the lube. "I'm not" he returned.

He shifted to straddle my groin while looking at me. As he slid that warm poop chute down on my dick, I moaned and arched my back. The combination of the pain from the welts on my back was overcome by the sensation of slicing into him. He gently rocked back and forth on my dick while stroking his meat. After a couple of minutes, I needed to empty my balls. As I stiffened and filled the tip of the condom, he groaned and shot a load of stringy cum onto my chest. Collapsing beside me, he whispered "I loved it. Hopefully, we can do this again." We drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

This was the first of many nights in a long term relationship. Soon, there wasn't a part of each others body that we had not explored. Who would have thought such a bad start would be start of something so wonderful.

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