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 "Traveling In Canada"

   A story by LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2012

   A couple years ago my wife and I were traveling across Ontario pulling a
small travel trailer when we ran into a severe thunder storm.  Zero
visibility type thing.  The first place I found to pull off and set it down
was in a nice little roadside rest area.  Not like the ones in the US along
interstates, but more like the old pull offs that dotted the landscape on
two lane roads.

   It was late afternoon and by the time the storm passed it was too late
to make it to our next campsite so we decided to just hang it up there for
the night.  It was just a day site, no services other than restrooms and
picnic tables.  We were the only ones there.

   While the wife was setting up for dinner, I walked over to the men's
room to take a whiz.  Anyone familiar with RV travel knows that when you
dry camp, conserving the capacity of the sewage tank is super important. 
Use-the-facilities-when-you can sort of thing.

   On the wall above the urinal was a post-it note that said something like
"I'll suck your cock, 9pm tonight".  It was dated with that days date. 
Being only late afternoon at the time, I just put it to the back of my mind
but thought about it all thru dinner.  A couple of big trucks came and
left. One other small pop-up trailer camper set up at the other end of the
circle.

   I had mentioned the note and what it offered to the wife.  She scoffed,
but when I said later that I thought I'd take a walk, she looked at the
clock and smirked.

   I ambled over to the restroom area and rather than just stand in that
bleak little concrete room with my dick hanging out, I found a nearby
picnic table and made myself comfortable to watch the goings on.  I
expected some trucker or local action to gather and I could maybe offer my
services if there turned out to be a party.

   It was getting dark and not a soul around.  I was just about to give up
when a guy showed up riding a bicycle.  I couldn't see him well but could
tell he was uncomfortable by the way he checked out the area.  He didn't
see me and ducked into the restroom.  I couldn't quite figure out what was
going on.

   The dim figure was only inside for a moment and quickly emerged and,
thinking it was my only chance, I said something like "Hey, nice night". 
Startled, he looked my way and I got a better look at him.  Young.  Whoops!

   "You leave that note in there?" I asked.  I thought he was going to run.
"It's OK." I said, "I'm a friend."

   I had walked few steps toward him and sort of blocked his bike.  Not
aggressively but just in his way.

   He stammered.  "No.  No.  I saw it earlier and wondered who left it."
The kid was scared but calming down a little.  I could see he was probably
seventeen, eighteen years old.  Nice looking.  Clean cut.

   "Neither did I.  Sit down, let's see who shows up." I said.  I looked at
my watch and it was still before nine so I thought there still might be
some sort of action.  The kid propped up his bike and sat down on the bench
across the table from me.

   I told him about getting caught in the rain storm and that my wife was
in the camper with me.  He told me he only lived the other side of the
field next to the rest stop and he had school the next day.

   I asked him if he wanted a beer.  He didn't like beer but would go for a
soda pop if we had one.  It took only a couple minutes to raid the little
fridge in the camper and wink at my wife as I whistled thru.  She smirked,
I shrugged.

   Getting quickly back to my young friend, I found him still fidgeting but
by himself.  I sat down next to him on his side of the table.

   "Looks like we're gonna be stood up." "Curious about having your cock
sucked?" I asked.  Now, he shrugged.

   "Ever had it done to you?" He shook his head "no".

   "You know that it was probably a man that left that note, don't you?" I
asked quietly.

   He nodded in the affirmative and looked down at his hands.

   "I'd like to suck your cock." I said, laying my hand on his.  "Would
that be OK?"

   "Where?" Was his only concern.

   "I think we'll be OK here, it's dark enough." It was nearly ten by that
time and the only light was from the stars and a faint light showing down
at the other end of the the park at the little pop-up.  Our trailer was
dark already.

   I laid my hand on his upper thigh and pulled his knee toward me.  He
resisted, then relented.  I stroked up to his crotch.  He was erect
already.

   "Open your pants and sit up on the table." I directed.  He was mine now,
and only needed some firm guidance.

   He was warm and musky in the crevice between his nut sack and his thigh.
I nuzzled him and gently squeezed his young cock.  It was throbbing hard.
Nice, straight, uncut, the hair more than peach fuzz but sparse and fine.
We both groaned as I took him into my mouth.

   He was leaking pre-cum and his hips were surging on my first stroke down
on him.  I knew he wouldn't last long and ran one hand up his shirt to his
nipple.  As I gently squeezed, I pushed his upper body back so I could get
at him better.

   This kid didn't know it but he was getting the benefit of a lot of
experience on his maiden voyage into having his young cock sucked.  No
fumbling around for me.  I knew what I wanted and I knew he'd like getting
it.

   I slipped a finger up toward his pucker and pressed.  That was it.  As
he groaned and bridged between his feet on the bench along side me and his
hands resting on the other side of the table, I took him deep.  I pinched
his nipple and jabbed into his ass.  He screamed and doubled over my back.

   The first rope went straight down my throat, the rest I collected in my
mouth to savor the delicious flavor of a young boys transition to manhood.
He had a lot and I wanted it all.

   He convulsed several times as I drained him, letting out little moans
each time I sucked.

   He was jackknifed over my upper body all the while and as he slowly
calmed, he leaned back on his hands and stammered, "I, I, I never knew.  My
God.  I thought..." Then he started to sob.

   I clumsily got to my feet between his legs and pulled him to me.  "It's
OK son.  It's OK." I held him to my chest and gently stroked his back to
comfort and reassure him.  He soon quieted and looked up at me.  I couldn't
resist.  He didn't flinch as I parted his lips with my cum covered tongue.

   He was breathing hard by the time I pushed his tongue back out of my
mouth and broke our kiss.

   "Would you like to try it now?" I asked.

   Maybe someday a young man up in Canada will see this and finish the
story for you.  I think it would fit in well here.

   My wife was asleep when I got back to the camper but I told her the
whole story on the road the next day.  She was a bit miffed that she missed
the show.

   The End
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