Growing Up in Gwinnett Volume 5

This is the true story of a road trip I made to North Carolina. When I was 17 years old, I drove up to Gastonia, NC to visit a buddy. At the time, I was just under 6′ and weighed around 155. My friend had grown up in my neighborhood, and he and his family had recently moved to NC. It was the summer time before my senior year, so it seemed like a good reason for a road trip. This was before cell phones and the internet. To travel from Atlanta to North Carolina was a big trip for me. I arrived safely after a 4 1/2 hour drive. I spent several days with him, even driving over toMyrtle Beach for two days and hanging with girls on the beach, before heading back home.

On the trip up, I noticed a lot of rest areas in Georgia and South Carolina along I-85, but I drove straight thru with no stops. On my return trip to Atlanta, I stopped at the first rest stop in South Carolina. It was a older rest stop – not the new welcome center that exists now. I went into theMen’s room and took a seat in the middle stall and noticed some graffiti on the walls. I started to jack a little and before long, a man went into the stall next to me. I leaned over and watched his shoes. Almost immediately, he tapped his foot a couple of times. I tapped my foot. He slid his foot a little closer and tapped, so i slid my foot a little closer and tapped. I could hear him moving, so I peaked under the stall. The man had moved to the edge of the seat, and his dick and balls were hanging over and were visible. I slipped my hand under and grasped his balls. His balls were hairy and hung loose. I fondled them for s a minute, while his cock got harder and pre-cum was leaking down to my hand. I pulled slightly and he took the hint and squatted down and slid his cock under the stall. I only remember he was cut and average size. I pumped him a few times, smearing his pre-cum over his dick, before taking him into my mouth. I started to bob my head back and forth, slowly sucking his cock. He was getting into the bj and I felt like he was going to blow, when the restroom door opened. We jumped back into out seats. I could tell it was the rest stop personnel starting to clean the men’s room. I peaked back under the stall and my neighbor was jacking off and blew his load.