The sun was just going down on a warm summer evening. It was a long day but a prosperous day because sales were brisk and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Heading for home, I decided to pull into one of the rest stop stations along the dreary highway and fill out my daily report. The dirt half moon driveway circled among a clump of trees, on one side there was a stone Bar BQ straddled by a double women's wooden constructed outhouse and on the other side a similar men's toilet. Two other cars had also pulled off for a rest and I could see a young couple sitting at a rickety picnic table enjoying a snack. The entire area was surrounded by a dense forest, quite relaxing really, I opened my thermos and took a swig of lukewarm coffee.

The tepid liquid must have gone right through me so I headed for the men's outhouse. The wooden structure was built from upright planks and a slanted wooden roof. The doors were also wooden planks weather-beaten gray with rusted hinges. Inside there was nothing more than a wire hanger displaying a roll of toilet paper and a two-holer wooden throne. As I stood aiming my dick toward the biggest hole and relieving my bladder, I could see an "eye" peering at me through a small crack in the adjoining wooden wall. Hey, if someone in the next stall wanted to look at my dick I was ready and willing to oblige and after pissing I worked the foreskin back and forth on my seven inch, uncut, thick cock. I had noticed two glory holes in the wall when I had entered and the thought even crossed my mind what wonderful and sensuous dealings had gone on in those two wooden crappers. I was about to find out because the person in the next stall began wiggling his fingers through one of the holes, the cue and invitation to stick my cock into the hole. I sidled up to the wall and pushed my hard cock into the hole to the other side and immediately felt the warm, moist touch of his mouth and tongue. He rolled his tongue around my cock knob and licked my shaft up one side and down the other. It felt so good. In one deep thrust he took my cock full into his mouth and sucked, oh man could he suck. One minute, five minutes, I have no idea because I was lost somewhere in paradise when the tickle started running up and down my spine. My body became tense with pleasure and the rush of climax ran through my body and out the end of my cock with a gush of white hot cum. He sucked and swallowed and I came again. He sucked until I was semi soft and when I felt him loose my cock, I pulled it back to my side of the wall. Wow, what a glorious end to a perfect day. I wiped my grateful cock clean with a couple pieces of toilet paper and exited the outhouse returning to my car.

I leaned back in my driver's side seat and took another sip of the warm coffee, it tasted good as my cigarette smoke swirled out the open window. I was appreciating my good fortune when a stranger came up to my car window. He smiled and said in a leering whisper, "you have a nice cock."

Part of the exotic mystique of glory holes is not knowing who is sucking your cock or reaching down and fisting a bodiless, faceless hard on. To have that unknown face actually come to reality is quite a shock. "Was that you on the other side of the glory hole?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, "did you like it?"

"You suck a mean cock," I complimented, "thank you, it was nice."

"Are you gay or bi?" he continued.

His question sort of threw me because I had never been asked that before.

" I am ah, ... just a married guy who needed a bit of satisfaction," I explained.

He chatted for a while and when I told him it was the first time I had ever stopped at the way station and probably would never see him again, he smiled and made a comment about he would do me anytime and then wandered away.

The question if I was gay or bi weighed on my mind for many days after. I am sure most of the guys, especially married men who suck cock or like to be sucked never consider ourselves as gay or bi. Some married men get no sex at home and others maybe do fuck their wives but after many years something is missing and they find that something with another man. Maybe it is the non committal blow job, wham bam thank you man sort of thing. Who knows, maybe a married man has a married friend who is of like mind?

Bi? Gay? I once fucked a married guy who openly declared he was bi, he only derived his pleasures from being fucked in the ass so I can accept that, he is a bi married man. But me? I enjoy a good blow job and yes I have sucked cock and have had mutual jack-off sessions in the front seat of my car but truly, I do not think of myself as bi, surely not gay because I also enjoy plunging my cock into a willing juicy cunt.

I believe I am like thousands of other married men, I have a need and I see nothing wrong in sating that need if it entails sex with another man, why does it have to have a name, a title designating a sexual pleasure when that pleasure is simply to gain relief, relaxation, no strings fun and an all around feeling of, "thank you, it was nice."

I am sure a lot of guys will say I am just fooling myself because if I like to suck cock, have fucked a man ass and get pleasure from being sucked, I have to admit I must be bisexual. Nope, I am a married man who does not get satisfaction at home and if I can find that satisfaction with another man I see nothing wrong in that, life is too short and we should find the pleasures and happiness where we can and not have to be tagged with a title or defining name. The next time I look down at a guy's head sucking my cock in the front seat of my car, my mind will be focused strictly on the pleasures of life, besides, what's in a name anyway?