I had been driving all day and my eyes blearily searched for any sign of an exit where I could stretch my tired limbs and empty my overloaded bladder – that last 48 oz. Coke had been a big mistake I thought wearily.  I was heading west on I-10 and the exits got fewer and fewer the farther I got from San Antonio.  I wanted to make it to El Paso, but I doubted I would be able to do so and cursed myself for not exiting earlier and getting a motel room.

Finally, an infrequent “Rest Area” sign appeared and I pushed the accelerator down harder as the thought of urination became more urgent.  The blue exit sign finally appeared and I pulled off gratefully.  The parking lot was nearly deserted at this time of night with only a couple of semi trucks pulled over with their sleepy drivers probably dozing contently.

I stepped out of my car and walked toward the little building while shaking my arms and legs periodically to get the blood flowing again.  I ignored the vending machines and made a bee line for the rest room.  I was glad to see it empty although the only stall had an “Out of Order” sign taped to it.  I looked at the 3 urinals and strode over to the middle one – the one to the right was only about a foot off the floor and was designed for boys.  I unzipped and coaxed my dick out of my jeans and underwear after a quick search to locate the little bugger and then stood there…and waited.

This happens to me more than I like – I have a bladder dying to be relieved and then when I get the opportunity to do so, I “lock up” and have to stand there for a few minutes before anything happens.  It never happens when I’m seated on a bowl, only when I’m in front of a urinal.  I looked up to the ceiling and nervously tried to think of anything else except my inability to pee.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of two low, groggy voices become apparent.

“Sheet, that was some good whiskey Burt, I owe you one!”

“Tweren’t nothin’ – I’m always glad for the company – these 12 day trips get a guy screwed up.”

They noticed me and quieted down.  I started to think that I should just zip up and leave, but I was sure that I was going to burst in the next few seconds and was a afraid to move.  The gents took the urinals to either side of me and started to get ready for their own release.  I noted that my head was just about shoulder level to either of them, and I’m 5’ 11” – so they were pretty big guys.  I tried to keep my eyes looking forward, but I had to glance down occasionally to see if anything was dripping out of my little jimmy yet.

The man on my right (at the kiddie urinal), unzipped and put his hand in and lifted himself up and out.  A rather large shadow on my peripheral vision appeared and dangled down beside his left leg.  I averted my eyes, but just that brief glimpse made me think he was displaying enough cock to equal 2 or 3 of mine…hard.

The man on my left, unzipped, unbuttoned and slid the front of his jeans down and out popped a big fattie that hung down nearly as much as his buddy’s.  He immediately let loose a blast of piss that would have peeled paint off a wall and let out a satisfied sigh.

The man on the right started a bit slower and he muttered, “It’s cool not to touch porcelain when I piss, but this little bitty urinal is too small to hold all that I’m going to let loose – unless I flush it a couple of times.”

“Snort- Good one Tom!” snickered the other guy who must have been Burt.  Soon both men were enjoying a nice long piss while I stood there frozen.  Tom did have to do a Kegel like maneuver to shut off his stream before he overfilled the boy pottie and he flushed before starting again.  They must have been curious about me with my lack of liquidity and I was thinking they were looking at each other over my head in confusion.

Soon their streams slowed down and then FINALLY I started to dribble my own urine out.  Unfortunately, I was not generating enough force to reach the extended portion of the urinal and the droplets started to bounce noisily off the tops of my shoes and on the tiles of the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing dude?” wondered Tom.

“Tom – look at what this guy is holding down there!  You won’t fucking believe it!” announced Burt.

I’m sure the back of my neck reddened as I struggled to stretch myself out just a half inch more to reach the porcelain target.  Both guys laughed as they saw the leaking nub I was desperately clutching at.

I felt two large hands on my shoulders and Tom pushed me in front of the kiddie urinal.  “Here’s one more your size you thimble-dicked, girly man!”

“That’s fucking classic Tom!” howled Burt in appreciation.  “He definitely needs to use the appropriate equipment for his size.  Shoot, he probably squats most of the time anyway!”

I felt my eyes water but at last a stream come out with enough force to reach the urinal and the sense of relief began to take over.

“Wait a minute” Burt said, “Don’t little boys always drop their pants when standing at the potty?”

“Fuckin’ A – you got that right!”

Suddenly, I felt fingers reaching into my waist band and a strong downward force was applied with both my pants and my tighty-whiteys going down to my ankles.  My stream faltered after grip loosened and my pee had shot up and down.

“Holy shit – he’s got a bush around that little acorn of a cock and those marble-sized balls!  I don’t see how.  He can’t be in puberty with something as tiny as that, can he?!”

Tom stepped to my side and looked down.  “You got that right Burt! I don’t think I was this small when I was 9 or 10 years old – how about you?”

“Nah – looks like mine when I was 7 or 8 really.”

They stood on either side of me and I looked down at their cocks dangling down..and down and mine jutting out like a tiny little strawberry.  The visual of their meaty, veiny poles hovering over my flesh button was just so hot, suddenly, my cockette started to rise up and every so slightly out.

“Look at that little fucker – he’s getting horny for our big man-sized cocks!”

“No fucking way!  Oh yeah – he is starting to stick up.  Jeezus, what a little faggot.”

I was soon as hard as I could get and I was jutting out in all my 3 ¾” inch glory.  “Awww – ain’t that sweet?  I little boy hard-on because he just can’t help it, can you baby dick?” growled Burt.

My eyes moistened some more and Tom said “Didum we make baby man cwy?  We can make him happy nappy again – let’s play peek-a-boo!”  He maneuvered in front of me and bent his knees.

With that, he grasped his cock and placed it on top of mine and said “Peek a boo!  Where did baby’s cockie go?”  He lifted his slab up to his stomach and said “Oh NOW I see baby man’s dickie-poo!”  He dropped his cock and it landed on top of mine with a thud and said “Now I don’t again!”  Then his cock rolled off my little shaft and started pointing under my balls.

“Wait a minute – look at this!” exclaimed Burt.  He took a step next to me and Tom and lifted his fat kielbasa up and over mine.  “I made it disappear from the side!  That’s got to be the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen aside from a newborn’s”

I looked down slack jawed as I searched vainly for the tip of my head to extend past the girth of Burt’s thick uncut cock.  Soon they both started to harden themselves and I felt Tom’s rise up from below and lift me up as Burt’s expanding leviathan pressed down from above.  Tom’s tool lengthened and extended past my little balls, past my taint, and the crest rubbed past my anus.  I was sure that if he stood up straight, I’d probably have my toes barely touching the ground as I balanced on his beam.

The stimulation of the warm flesh poles and embarrassment of my thoughts worked in my mind.  Suddenly, my cock started to spasm and jerk between the two titans that had enclosed it.  My body shuddered as my dick spat out its cargo of disappointing sperm.

Tom’s eyebrow’s arched and his face darkened, “You better not have pissed on me you little shit!  That’s disgusting and I’ll rearrange your face if you did.”

Burt lifted his thick tree limb off my dick and saw the little drops of cum oozing out of my dick onto Tom’s dick.  “Tom, I think the boy just blew a load between us!  Although I’d hesitate to call that little puddle of watery drops ‘a load.’  He must have felt super horny with his little worm between our snakes.”

Tom looked down and said, “Dammit boy, that’s worse than pissing on us!  I don’t like a faggot to cum on me.  Clean that off.”  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, but Tom grabbed my hand and yanked it away.  “No way – you probably have snot on that disgusting thing.  Get on your knees and lick us clean bug-fucker!”

I tried to back away, but they crowded in closer and they both grabbed a shoulder and pushed me down.  My eyes looked upward ever higher as they they’re torsos, waists and thighs rose up before me.  Their bloated male organs pointed at me menacingly and I made a gulping sound when I confronted their superior cocks eye-to-eye.

Tom pushed his hips forward and his long shaft shot past my face under my nose.  “Clean that off you little shit!  Do a good job on it or else.  I don’t want to feel any teeth either, got it?!”

My tongue stuck out slightly and ran it along the top of his cock to get my offensive stain off of it.  I tasted the slightly salty tang of my cum briefly as it was lifted off his hot skin.  I pulled back and said, “I think that’s it.  Sorry for making a mess on you.”

Tom smiled evilly and said “Your cum is probably gone, but you know what?  I haven’t had a good blowjob since the night before I left and my wife gave it to me.  I’m thinking that I deserve one, even if it’s from what could loosely be called a man.”

“Hrrr hmmm!” Burt cleared his throat as he held up his fat penis and pointed at the sperm spots I had left on the bulging veins of his under staff.  Tom laughed and said, “Well, get Burt cleaned off and then come back, my big daddy needs a lot of attention.”

I scooted on my knees towards Burt who held his cock up vertically past where I guessed his belly button to be.  I straightened up a bit and ran my tongue along the throbbing underside of Burt’s corpulent missile.  I quickly got my sad squirts off of him and then felt Tom’s spear tapping insistently on my shoulder.

Burt glared at Tom and said, “Oh okay – he can blow your skinny assed dick, but he better do the same to me!”

I knew that I better do as they asked and I reached up with both hands to grab onto Tom’s long shaft.  Even in that grip, his flaring head and a couple of inches were still exposed.  I gingerly opened my mouth and pulled his manhood in.  I had to open wide to get the corona past my teeth, but the rest of his cock was not of that girth.  I began moving my head back and forth with my tongue providing additional contact and lubrication.

Tom pried my hands off his shaft and put one onto his balls which he made me gently squeeze as he thrusted additional inches into my mouth.  I felt his cock head slide past my tonsils and I started to gag.  He looked down angrily and put his hands over my head like a player grabbing a basketball and pushed it farther down his pole.  I felt like I was going to choke or vomit, but finally my throat opened and his shaft slid into my neck and must’ve bulged it out like a bull frog croaking.  I felt additional lubricant spilling down my throat as I’m sure his pre-cum started to flow.

Tom started bobbing my head faster and faster and I had to let go of his churning balls and grabbed onto this ass with both of my hands.  Soon I felt the surprising sensation of those same balls slapping me below the chin.  I was able to deep throat Tom’s entire length!  He must’ve appreciated that because he was saying “Fuuuuuuck!  You’re an even better cock sucker than my wife!  She never could take it all dowwwwn!  Oh man, you are a great LITTLE faggot, I’m going to cum all over you!    Fuuuuuck!”

With that I felt a wave of cum shoot down my larynx and then Tom pulled back and a loud pop happened when his huge helmet head cleared my oral cavity.  He aimed his heaving cock at my face and chest.  Ropes of cum shot out and caked my lips, throat, nose and chest.  My shirt started to look like I had sweated outside in the sun and was sticking to me.  I nearly choked again when a shot went up my nostril and I had to snort it down or else endure that smothering sensation.  Finally, his cock started to soften and drops of juice started to drip onto my reduced organ giving it a nice patina of white.  I was nearly in shock, but somehow my tongue and mouth continued working and licked the last drops from his slit.  He shuddered and said, “Oh man, that boy can sure clean a pipe!”

I kneeled there in a daze until a heavy weight pressed down on my shoulder.  Burt’s 8 pound cock was demanding its share of attention as well.  I knew that I was in for big trouble because although he was an inch or two shorter than Tom, he was nearly twice as thick when you got past the smaller head that was struggling to emerge from the thick overhang of foreskin.  I scooted around and put my right hand under the massive shaft and looked at it dubiously.

“You can do it you little faggot!  I know you can.  If you don’t, I’m going to bend you over and slide him up your asshole!”

I put my tongue out and rimmed his foreskin a few seconds to get the lay of the land.  I peeled it back exposing his purplish head and slipped that into my mouth.  Unlike Tom’s the pressure did not relent after getting the head in.  No, the pressure on my jaws only got stronger as they stretched to accommodate his probably 8 inch circumference shaft.  I looked down cross-eyed as his shaft and saw that I was probably only half way down its length.  It felt like trying to swallow a redwood tree!

His pubic hair was getting closer to my nose and I reached up and held his balls in both of my hands (and it was spilling out of them!) as I worked my way down millimeter by millimeter.  My jawbones started to make cracking sounds as the muscles and tendons stretched to their limits.  The vast, veiny terrain rubbed every inch of my mouth as it scooted down my throat.  If I was a bullfrog before, I must have looked like a puff adder as his shaft widened my esophagus to the point where I could probably swallow a baked potato whole.

He smiled as my nose finally started getting tickled by his musty pubes and then it buried itself into his soft abdomen.  I had taken in Moby Dick and even Tom clapped slowly as he watched this feat of cocksucking talent.  Burt could not force my head back and forth as quickly as Tom had just because the friction was so great.  Where before I had whipped back and forth like a supercharged V-8 piston, now I was slowly sucking in and pulling out like a water mill’s pump powered by a slowly flowing spring. 

It must’ve been working well, because I felt a flood of pre-cum washing down into my already bloated stomach.  “I’m going to cum, but I want to see it!” he hissed.

Burt backed away as my throat relaxed and the obscene, massive object finally spilled out of my mouth.  “Make a cup of your hands!” Burt ordered.  I complied as he jacked his cock violently.  Just for grins he slapped my face on both sides several times with his huge cudgel and it felt like getting bitch-slapped by Lennox Lewis.

Finally he aimed his cock at my upraised hands and huge dollops of cum shot out into the bowl they formed.  I felt his slimy, thick sperm filling up the void and marveled at the huge load that continued to pump from his fat sperm factories.  Soon my hands were full and the last drops of his cum oozed down over my knuckles and splashed on my thighs next to my little glands.

“OK, drink up you little cocksucker and don’t spill any of it!”

I put my hands up to my lips and tilted it back.  I felt his thick goo slide down and coat my throat before hitting the stomach.  There was no doubt that Burt had shot more cum in that one time than I had done in a month of jacking off!  I wondered how many millions of more swimmers he had compared to my typical issue – it totally boggled my mind.  Burt took his now softening tool and wiped it on the shoulders of my shirt leaving me two stripes like a 7th Calvary man’s insignia.

I weakly stood up and started to lift my pants back up from the floor.  As I was bent over doing this, I heard Tom say, “Damn, if that little puckered hole don’t look like a virgin’s pussy!”

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and my sphincter tightened as slowly both cocks started to lengthen and broaden ominously…  Then they both burst out in hearty laughter.

“Ahhh!  We ain’t going to butt fuck you.  We aren’t gay are we Tom?!”

“No we’re not, just horny.  Now that we’re getting hard again, I think you better blow us one more time – you do a fucking great job!” complemented Burt.

“WAHOO!  BLOW JOB BLOW JOB BLOW JOB!”  yelled Tom.

I slowly sunk down on my knees and opened and closed my mouth several times to loosen up.  It was going to be a long (thick and hard) night.