Long time lurker in this sub. I'd been meaning to post but wasn't comfortable associating it with my normal account because a few friends might recognize me. But after a hook-up today and no one in my life I can really talk to it about (Yes I am out, but being gay and married, but in an open relationship. It can get complicated to share stories without ruffling feathers)

A little bit about me. I'm 6ft 2in, glasses, sandy blonde almost Justin Bieber style hair knocking on the door to my 30s but not quite there yet. I used to swim regularly, bit of cardio freak, but now I'm at that stage of not quite athletic but knocking on the door of tone.

After getting on the road a little later than I meant to (my friend was having car trouble so we needed to pick-up some parts). I hopped on I-95 South and fired up Grindr. Now I wasn't really expecting much, after all I was driving 70 miles an hour down the highway means it's hard to respond to messages and trying to set something up before you pass someone is the hook-up equivalent of threading a needle.

So I decided I'd make regular stops for food and gas and turn and otherwise 5 hour trip into a leisurely 7 hours to see if I could find some head and maybe a hook-up if I got lucky.

After a few stops and sifting through some wild offers ranging from a trucker with a green cab asking me to flash him as I drove by mile marker 68, a bottom with an open motel door accepting loads (hot scene for porn but a bit out of my wheelhouse) and the usual faceless and unsolicited dick pics I got a tempting offer outside a rural small town off 95.

His profile pics are selfies with piercing blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. Well trimmed beard, short brown hair and he's got a snarky line in his profile of "Let's all ignore each other". Paired with a goofy selfie in his work uniform, I'm practically rolling down the windows before we've finished swapping obligatory "Heys".

He tells me he's on call for work, a nurse, and has some time to kill. I tell him I'm looking for a pit stop ;P. We clicked quickly, I'm verse, mostly a top, and he's a bottom looking to suck. We're both in an open relationship, into making out & body contact and are clean - he's on Prep.

We swap photos and he has the perfect amount of chest hair, a large patch across his pecs and a nice happy trail. He's got some nice stomach definition, thick arms and a solid chest. One photo has him lying on his side and I chuckled because it looked like he's posing for an old French painting in gentle repose. But the pic that gets me off the highway (ok I may have texted while driving, damn horny brain) is a shot of his exposed hole spreading his cheeks open with the soles of his feet pointed at the ceiling.

He must of had the same reaction to my pics. Because his next message is "Fuck let's do this".

I have to adjust myself through my sweatpants as I pull into a gas station and try to contain myself. He asks if I'm down for finding some place at his work or if I'm down for car stuff. I look at the back of my sedan and can't imagine how finding a comfortable position. I've never done anything in a car before. I'm worried, I mean we're in a small Southern town, we might get caught, but I'm hypnotized at this point.

He tells me to drive to the local Anytime Fitness. I brush my teeth and throw on some deodorant, before jumping back in the car and heading over. After a short 5 minutes off the exit. I ask him if I should get a day pass or something -- again I haven't hooked up in a gym either but that sounds hot too. He tells me to pull around and park on the side. After a minute or two he parks next to me in his luxury sedan with tinted Windows, pops the trunk and throws a sun shade in the front windshield, nodding his head to the side, beckoning me to hop in the back seat.

I'm nervous as hell, after all the front gym parking lot was completely full and from the inside it's clear the windows aren't 100% tinted. But that fades quickly when he moves from the driver's seat into the back with me.

He's perfectly down to earth. After some brief small talk he flashes me a smile and I can't help but lean in and kiss him. We make out briefly and he started to fondle my bulge through my grey cotton sweatpants. He asks me to take them off and I slip out of them leaving on a pair of Diesel black boxers. I'm still a bit nervous, there's an empty church parking lot through the chain link fence in front of us behind the sun visor. I'm not hard yet.

He lowers the waistband and takes my cock into his mouth. He takes the whole thing and gently pulls up wrapping his tongue around it. My erection starts to grow in his mouth. It feels amazing. The inhibitions leave my body in a matter of what feels like seconds.

Soon my underwear is off and I'm full mast. I'm 6.5in cut with a very symmetrical dick. It gets rock solid and it stands straight up, like the kind of boner that you have to hide with a belt, except that's what every erection is like for me.

He pauses and appreciates his handiwork and I make a joke about him taking me from 0-60mph. He laughs and there's that smile again. I know for most people hookups are about getting off, but that intimacy and comfort level is what does it for me. I kiss him again and he slides his pants off. Then breaks the kiss and reaches over the Driver's seat to slide it forward.

His ass is close. I reach a hand out to massage it. His ass is perfection, it's solid and firm. My tongue is falling out of my mouth. As the chair finishes moving forward he adjusts to grab some poppers out of the center cup holder. His hole has moved to eye level and he's bent over far enough that I can't help myself.

I dive in and start to lick and rim him. Alternating between working extra spit into my mouth and prodding his hole with my tongue. It's not the best angle but he's pressed up on the balls of his feet to give a bit more room. He's moaning gently. I alternate my mouth with a finger maneuvering from behind the passenger seat to the middle back seat to get a better angle.

After a few minutes he climbs back with me and lies on his back putting his legs in the air. Just like the photo he sent me. Now I can directly return the favor. He's soft at first too. So I copy the same motions he did for me. Gently kneading his dick with my lips pulling it up and away from his balls, except I kept a finger in his ass.

My first boyfriend really just liked to be fingered while he jerked off so in my relatively limited experience (I'm a sex twice a year guy with a few exceptions) it's a comfortable area for me. Every time time I complete the top of a stroke with my mouth I pull my finger back across his prostate applying progressively more pressure.

After about ten of these his breath caught so I stopped sucking him off to check in. He reached down onto the floor for a Swiss Navy bottle (I've never seen any of their marketing yet somehow this is the lube every gay man has- it just blows my mind.) He applied some lube and started slowly jerking me off. Sort of in the way you'd apply lotion, smooth even strokes.

Then he took his other hand and wrapped it around his dick and with a few short firm strokes produced a pool of cloudy precum on the tip. I couldn't help myself and lapped it up. It had a warm, slightly salty taste with not too much of an aftertaste. I kept sucking him until his breathing hitched again and he stopped me.

"I need you inside me".

He didn't need to tell me twice. I'd intended on using protection but we were both clean and he was on prep too. I asked if raw was ok. And he said yes.

I swung a leg off the car seat putting my right knee on the floor and shifted my hips under him. Lining up to enter him. His right leg was bent at a right angle and I shifted his foot on my shoulder trying to make him comfortable in the awkward space. I bucked my hips forward and slid in.

The feeling was fucking perfect. The earlier rim job and fingering combined with the lube was divine. The skin on skin contact was warm and the fit felt right, he was relaxed and pulled me in, without any muscle spasms or to much discomfort. After a few brief moments I started shifting my hips in and out of him.

I hugged his left leg to my chest, luxuriating in the warmth pulling him closer as I started to pump away, trying to add a bit more to each stroke. Only the sounds of gentle moaning, the occasional elongated "Fuuuuck" from one or both of us and the stick and unstick of the leather seats as I thrust into him.

I'd love to say this story ends with him cumming as I brought the tempo up plowing him missionary in the back seat of his car. But there are good and bad things about fucking in a parking lot in the middle of the day. The bad things in this case being a white Sedan with the windows down pulling up next to us.

We both panicked and I pulled out of him. He pulled his shorts on and I sat up and threw my sweatpants over my crotch with what must have been a slack jawed deer in the headlights look. Because after a minute and a half of me apologizing (because apologizing for stuff we have no control over is totally what normal people do... it's not just me right guys?). The person in the white Sedan didn't get out of their car. He then had to remind me to put my pants on.

My hook-up? Shit I didn't even know this guy's name and we might get arrested for indecent exposure. After fumbling to locate his keys he pulled the sunshade off the front window, hopped in the driver seat, pushed his seat back again and we tore out of the parking lot.

We tried to locate somewhere else to fool around. But after circling the block past a few churches and community buildings decided that it was time to call it quits. I had a long drive ahead of me and would be back through town soon enough. He dropped me off in front of the gym again to get back to my car and I got back on the road. I put my shoes back on and realized my underwear was on the floor with my condoms, so I zipped everything into my sweatpants pocket.

I made it about two more hours before I needed to get off the highway and take care of my blue balls. I found a mostly empty parking lot behind a truck stop and popped my dick out of the waistband of my pants. The lube now mostly gone, I spit on my hand and rubbed one out. I closed my eyes and thought about the feeling of entering him and the taste of his precum and came nearly instantly. It wasn't gallons, but it had the slick consistency of precum and drenched my hand. I pulled the underwear out of my pocket to mop up and got back on the road, sated for now.

A few hours later, at my final destination and I can't stop thinking about his smile and when we'll get to finish what we started. He said he thinks there is a good spot in the woods and I joked about getting a motel room.

Hopefully I'll catch his name on my way back up 95.