I was on my way home from vacation early one morning, hungover and tired as all hell. I found a rest stop to pull over at and get a few minutes rest. After a 30 min nap, I woke up feeling myself, wanting to get off. Save for a handful of trucks parked on the otherside of the building, there was only a single pickup truck in the parking lot. It belonged to an older man, probably in his 60s, slender and rugged. I decided I would take my chances and jerk off in the rest stop bathroom. I think a part of me wanted to get caught, but my nerves walking into that bathroom would have suggested otherwise. I could feel my heart thumping and could barely feel my arms when I entered the final stall on the right. There was someone in the stall next to mine, someone who's face I'll never know, and I immediately recognized the opportunity in front of us both. Seconds after I remove my pants and begin to play with myself, I hear the unmistakable sound of a well lubed (spit in this case) cock being stroked carefully as to not betray what was occurring. Lucky for us both, I not only knew, but in a moment I will never forget, I made a bold gesture to signal my willingness to engage, the infamous foot tap. It only took a matter of moments for me to get a reply, but it felt like a lifetime. I have never tried this in my life and I was terrified how it would be received. As scenarios started racing through my head, I notice the individual next to me begins to move. In a blur of excitement and panic, seconds later I find myself on my knees, left hand firmly stroking one of the thickest cocks I've ever had the privilege of servicing, right hand massaging one of the smoothest set of balls I've ever handled. The rush of this moment is almost too much for me to handle. Before I can even reach full erection, I feel like I am going to bust. 30 seconds into one of the hottest moments of my life, we are interrupted by the pickup owner. We hear him enter the bathroom and both immediately retreat to our toilets. Panic sets in. Did we get caught? Do they know? What will they do if they do know? I sit very silently, hoping the man will do his business and leave us to ours. In the silence, I have my head down trying to track his movements...he initially walks toward the urinals but pauses. After a moment passes, he circles around a wall of sinks and appears in front of my stall. At first, I keep my head down, hoping the man will pass with no incident, but he lingers. After a few seconds I raise my head to try to see what the man is doing and what I find surprises me...through the gap in the stall door I find myself looking eye-to-eye with the man, with his fully erect penis in his hand. I'm frozen. "This cannot be real." "This is not real life." I take a moment to lean back and gather my thoughts, process my emotions...and then I notice that I am touching myself...and I am fully hard. In that moment I realized what I had long suspected...I fucking love this. I loved touching the man under the stall for the first time. I loved that he would never know what I looked like but that he would never forget me. I loved that feeling of getting caught. I loved having someone masturbate to the greatest sexual experience of my life. And I love even more what I did next...snapping back to reality, I open the door to the stall to invite the onlooker inside. And there I was: seated on a rest stop bathroom floor, lower half in one stall giving/receiving the best hand job of my life from some lonely trucker, while being face fucked by stranger looking for a good time. The man in my stall was the first to cum. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced me take take his entire cock down my throat. The warmth of it sent a chill down my spine and into the tip of my cock because within seconds of him cumming in my mouth, I let loose one of the biggest orgasms of my life. We both moan loudly as we cum and I hear the man in the other stall say "Fuck yeah". In a moment of pure instinct, I slide my body around and begin sucking off the trucker underneath the stall. In a matter of seconds, I have two complete strangers force me to swallow their massive loads. The man whom I first swallowed was gone in a flash. Seconds after cumming, so was the trucker. I take several minutes to survey the scene and reflect. Cum drenched the floor of the other stall from when I finally released. I still had it on my stomach and legs. I had a little bit on my glasses from my partner under the stall. In a final act of pride, I walked out of that rest stop bathroom completely covered in cum.