I was on a long road trip between cities, driving through the rather empty part of the country. Trying to make good time I had stopped fairly rarely, and I was pushing to stop in a quiet town which had a gas station, bathroom and a couple of cafes. A single Main Street with a couple of houses, hardly the busiest kind of place. I always made an effort to stop there during these kinds of road trips.

Pulling up to the gas station I noticed a motorcycle parked near the public bathroom. The street was sparse and apart from the gas station attendant I didn’t see anyone around near by.

Having filled my gas tank I wandered over to the bathroom. I had visited this place many times over the years and the toilets were notoriously dirty. Clearly used only by people passing through, little effort was put into cleaning and the lighting barely worked. No one would linger in there and I was no exception. I stepped onto the trough-like urinal, undid my belt and fly, and did my business. Apart from the tinkle and the distant sounds of cars I heard very little.

I skipped washing my hands with the sink looking dirtier than the urinal. Not thinking anyone was around I stepped out of the bathroom while still doing myself up.

Standing right there, having seemingly appeared out of no where, stood the bike owner . Older with a graying beard, he was entirely dressed in leather. A stiff leather vest zipped up the front only showing a little of his hairy chest. Polished leather chaps tucked into thick clunky leather boots. Embarrassingly my eyes were drawn to his crotch which was highlighted by a leather jock strap. He was clearly naked under it all. Sunglasses on, even though it was grey and overcast, he stood casually smoking a cigar.

“Road trip?”, he inquired.

“Yeah full day of driving, trying to get it done before dark”, I responded.

“Good day for it, nice driving conditions”, he responded.

I nodded my head, unable to take my eyes off his crotch.

“Why you don’t we step back inside together? I think you see something you like”, he said so matter of fact.

“Uhhh... okay...”. I was in shock, a little scared and really quite turned on.

With that he boldly walked in to the dark bathroom and over to near the urinal. I stumbled behind him, operating almost on autopilot. Turning to me he said,

“Pull me out”.

I dropped to my knees and fumbled as I unbuckled his chaps and dropped his jock, unleashing his hairy veiny cock. It popped out and almost slapped my face.

“Get me hard and lubed”, he commanded.

I took his meat into my mouth, sucking it, tasting its salty and sweet taste. Having been riding all day he had clearly sweated a bit and I was addicted to the taste. I bobbed my head up and down the shaft, periodically coming up for air and to lick his very hairy balls. He said nothing, just standing there smoking his cigar as I worshipped his now hard purple cock.

With his generous meat now rock hard and straining he pulled me up off my knees and and pushed me against the dirty wall. Reaching round he undid my belt and fly like I had done earlier and dropped my pants to my ankles, exposing my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cum all over this filthy floor”, he whispered into my ear.

“And I don’t care if anyone sees”, he added.

With that he kicked my legs apart, and started grinding his crotch against my ass. I could feel his cock rubbing between my cheeks. My own cock was painfully hard, desperate for attention it wouldn’t be getting.

I heard the rip of the condom packet and looked over my shoulder to see him roll it down his shaft. The only lube I would be getting was his spit which he would lather on his cock, spit, and lather again until the condom was almost dripping. My ass was begging for it, I needed it, I needed him to fuck me here in the foul place.

With so much as a word that’s exactly what he did. Pushing he against the wall again he slowly forced his cock into my waiting ass. The pain was intense but brief, adding to my lust. Not stopping for me he began hammering my hole, defiling me. He pounded me against the wall using my hips as handles. Cigar still precariously hanging from his mouth I could feel his hot breath on his neck.

Every stroke of his cock pushed up against my prostate sending a jolt of pleasure up my own cock. It wasn’t long until precum started to drip from my slit. The force of the reaming I was getting was overpowering and it wasn’t long until I was begging for him to fuck me like a bitch.

“I’m cumming”, I muttered.

“Daddy!”, he retorted, speeding up his pace and starting to grunt.

“I’m cumming Daddy!”, I screamed.

With that my cock began exploded sending streams of cum all over the dirty walls in front of me. I had never cum so much, it kept going as he fucked the life out of me.

Perhaps taken by the experience and my throbbing ass, he began rammed in extra deep and unloaded his seed. He groaned and grunted right into my ear. I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom, I wanted it all inside me.

And just like that he pulled out, leaving my ass gapped wide open from his pistoning. I collapsed onto the filthy floor, my pants still around my ankles, my cock still dropping. I watched him casually pull off the condom which was ridiculous full of cum. It was almost absurd how much he had cum. Barely looking back at me he threw it into the disgusting sink and walked out the door. I hoped I would come across his path again and would certainly stop here every time I could.

Before I had a chance to get up or cover myself someone else walked in...