![]() ![]() When I got into the clearing, he walked over to me and felt my growing bulge. He appeared to be in his 40's, stocky, with shaved head. I soon came to a small clearing only eight feet or so in size, and noticed a rather large black guy standing to the side of it stroking an impressive, semi-hard cock. There were several side trails, and I chose one that looked more traveled. ![]() So, throwing all caution to the wind, I quickly passed through the fence opening, and along a path into the woods for some 75 to 100 feet. On the other hand, I was driven by something more powerful than my anxiety, something that I seemed powerless to quench - my lust for sex with another man. I could imagine the newspaper byline now: “Married, middle-aged professional, father of four, apprehended by undercover law enforcement officer at remote Mississippi rest stop for solicitation and indecent exposure.” There was an unknown aspect to this that was at the same time very exciting, but also somewhat frightening. Not seeing anyone, I got up enough courage to get out and go into the woods. I parked not far from one of the openings, and waited to see what was going on, if anything. There was a chain link fence around the back side, but someone had cut an opening in the fence in a couple of places so one could pass through (presumably, to take a leak). There were a couple of big rigs and two or three cars. The actual parking area was somewhat hidden from the Interstate, and was bordered by woods and vegetation. On a drive to New Orleans for a conference a couple of years ago, I was traveling down the interstate in southern Mississippi not far above the Louisiana border about dusk when I noticed a rest area - actually a rest stop parking area, since it did not feature rest rooms. ![]()
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