Chapter 2

Cam laughed and started to sing along with Barbra.

About an hour later, it was Cam who had to use the facilities. He pulled off the I-96 freeway into a rest stop just outside the city limits of the state capitol. This particular rest stop was long known for being a cruising area.

Cam was not interested in that aspect of the place. He just needed to pee. Cruising had never really appealed to him. As he’d gotten older he found his tastes were growing more restrictive. Not that he didn’t find men in general attractive, it was just that those that really turned him on and with whom he had the best sex, seemed to be falling into one specific category. Finding those that fit his criteria wasn’t easy, and visiting cruisey spots didn’t often prove fruitful in that regard either. Added to that was the awkwardness of rebuffing someone who came on to you, who was never going to score, no matter how horny you were.

And hit on him was something many men did. Cam was tall, six foot four and strikingly handsome with deep-set, dark, bedroom eyes. He had close cropped, black hair, with a matching well-trimmed beard which was a shade more than scruff, and a skosh less than fully grown. He was, as what was described on the hook-up sites, a slender jock. He had well-toned, well-defined muscles, a small waist, and broad shoulders. In short—a hunk by most anyone’s assessment.

Cam pulled into a parking space and switched off the ignition. Turning to Mr. Magee, he said, “I’ll be back in a flash and then it’s your turn, okay?”

The hound gave him a soulful look.

Cam cupped the dog’s head and kissed his nose. “You’re so homely you’re beautiful.”

Mr. Magee responded by licking the man’s cheek.

Cam cracked a window, opened the door, and was hit by a blast of hot air. “Whoa. Sun’s still up. Not cooling off yet! Better turn on the A/C for you.” He pulled his backpack from the backseat and fished out his spare set of keys. He always carried them with him for situations like this. Cam restarted the car, turned on the A/C, and rolled up the window. “That should take care of you,” he said, ruffing Mr. Magee’s long silky ears. “Be right back.” He got out and locked the door

He jogged to the structure that housed the johns and went inside, holding the door for a middle-aged woman, who gave him a warm smile and a quick once over. “Nice shirt,” she said flirtatiously.

Cam had no doubt that his sleeveless black tee and khaki shorts showed off his superior build well.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replied. Cam could tell by her scowl his addressing her as ‘ma’am’ hadn’t pleased her. He smiled as he made his way to the men’s room.

There was only one other person at the urinals. He was short and stocky, with a slight belly. Cam estimated him to be in his late forties or early fifties. He was bald, with a good two days’ worth of stubble. He wore a dirty white tee shirt and jeans.

The man looked up as Cam entered. “Evenin’,” he said, nodding in Cam’s direction.

Cam nodded back, unzipped his shorts, and fished out his cock, which was impressive even in its flaccid state. Cam was aware the man was surreptitiously glancing his way, as well as leaning slightly backwards to get a peek at Cam’s equipment. Cam briefly thought of giving the man a little tease by slightly stroking his dick, but remembering all those awkward times at other rest stops, he decided to forego the momentary pleasure of being a bit of a tease.

As the man finished his piss, he took a half step back from the urinal to shake the last few drops from his semi-hard prick, making sure Cam had a full view. Cam could scarcely suppress a chuckle at the blatant attempt to attract him.

Just then another man entered the room. The prick teaser quickly stuffed his cock into his jeans, flushed, and left.

Ah, not a hand-washer. Another strike against him, Cam mused as he finished up and went to the sink to wash.

Walking back to the car, Cam again marveled at how the heat of the day could linger so long into the evening. When Mr. Magee caught sight of Cam, he put his big paws on the window, threw his head back, and gave out a series of long, basset bah-roos, just to let Cameron know he had missed him.

Cam opened the driver side door. Mr. Magee jumped the console between the seats and stood with his paws on Cam’s chest, licking Cam’s face furiously.