I walked over to one of two urinals and unbuttoned my fly. I got out of my car and slowly walked to the men's room, expectant and aroused. I pulled into the rest stop and scanned the parking lot. 'I love to Fuck' followed by a date and time. Typical stall wall stuff: phone numbers, names, jokes, drawings, and something that caught my eye. I had pulled down my pants, pulled out my cock and started scanning the graffiti. I had visited the rest stop and had visited a stall. A few days before I had driven down this same interstate and had seen this same sign. It was past midnight, on a Tuesday morning, and I was driving down the interstate, when I saw the sign reading, 'Rest Stop 3 miles.' I got an erection in anticipation. I love to think of all the men who have done the same thing in that same stall. When the restroom is empty, even sometimes when it's not, I love to sit in the stall and jack off. Pretending to wash my hands over and over waiting to see who comes in. I get a thrill using the urinals, my dick hanging out, a stranger's dick hanging out next to me.
I love sitting down in one of the public stalls and reading the graffiti. While traveling I love to stop at them even if I don't have to take a piss.
