It had been a few days since Steven had left home and headed off on his own. He didn't really know what it was that he was looking for out there, but he knew that he had to do this. It was the only real way he was going to find himself.
When he was around everyone back at home, it was rather difficult to think about anything other than what was right in front of him. Now that he was out on his own, he could finally get a clear head and actually see what it was that he needed to do.
Or at least he hoped that he could.
He'd been on the road for a few hours now. He'd spent the past couple of days hold up in a hotel, resting after a long drive. While he was happy to get back on the road, it was a little strange to be so far away from everything. Sure, it was what he wanted, but it felt like losing a limb none the less.
Pushing the thoughts of his old home to the back of his head. The entire point of this was to stop thinking about home, not relive it.
Maybe he needed to stop and rest for a bit. Maybe seeing some fresh faces would help him get his mind off of home.
Seeing that there was a town coming up soon, he thought that maybe he would stop and get something to eat. That would help things, right?
He drove for a while longer, finally arriving at a diner just on the outskirts of the town. Once he was parked, he could almost feel the effects of being somewhere new immediately. Long gone was home, and here were some new people in a new place. A chance for something new to happen.
Hopping out of his car, he headed inside with a grin on his face. This was fresh, this was new, and he liked it. Taking a seat at the counter, he waited for the waitress to come and take his order.
As he waited, he looked around. It was a quaint little place, though it wasn't very busy right now. The only other person in there was another guy sitting at a booth and eating.
The waitress came and took his order for a drink. As he sat there and waited, he found that his attention was being drawn back to the one other guy in the diner with him.
There wasn't really anything special about him, at least on the surface. Just an average guy with a crew cut eating a cheeseburger. His eyes were pretty cute though.
... Wait, what?
Why did he suddenly think that? Sure, the guy had a beautiful set of green eyes but... wait, there it was again. Why did he think that?
This was getting to be a little odd. Sure, he wanted to get away and see new things and people... but he didn't think they would cause such weird new thoughts. Maybe it was just the sudden change of surroundings? Maybe it was because he was so used to seeing the same people?
Well, it didn't matter. He was just here to eat and get going. At least, that's what he thought... until he heard something in the guys direction again.
Turning, he saw that the guy had dropped his phone and was reaching down to pick it up. With the weird angle he was bending, Steven got a look at his inner thighs... and the very large bulge that was there.
Letting out a soft gasp, Steven could hardly believe his eyes. The bulge seemed to go almost fully down his thigh, and he could tell that he wasn't even hard.
Steven suddenly felt himself becoming hot, starting to take slightly heavy breathes. It was almost like he was suddenly put in a sauna.
Taking another look, he saw that his eyes did not deceive him. The man was really that big. The guy noticed that he was looking, and he quickly turned away.
Acting like everything was fine, Steven tried to steady his breathing. Why was this happening to him? He got his answer when he suddenly felt himself getting hard at the thought of the bulge in the guy's pants.
What? Why was he getting turned on? He'd never had reactions like this before. He had a girlfriend, one he wanted to marry. He'd always been attracted to women.
He was straight... wasn't he?
Regardless of what he thought, his body did not stop it's response. If anything, it was only getting worse. The more Steven tried to push the thought of the man's cock out of his head, the more excited he got.
His pants were now getting uncomfortably tight, and his skin was start to prickle. He hadn't felt himself get this horny in a really long time.
If he didn't take care of this, and soon, it was likely going to stay with him all day. He needed to do something.
When the waitress came back with his order, he asked where the bathroom was. Once she pointed it out, he wasted no time in getting up and rushing to it. Though he knew his behavior would likely cause them to do a double take, he knew not taking care of his problem would cause more unwanted attention.
Getting to the bathroom, he immediately locked the door behind himself. Steadying his breathing, he went to the toilet and sat down. Pulling his pants down, he freed his election.
Looking down, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen himself this hard. He was so aroused that a vein was bulging, and the throbs were incredibly noticeable.
How could he have gotten this hard from seeing a man's dick? Not even that, just the outline of it in his pants.
Whatever the reason may have been, he knew he needed to get rid of it. So, with a well practiced motion of his hand, he got to work with jerking himself.
At first, he tried to do what he normally did. Think about Connie and all of the things they did. Him eating her out, her sucking his dick, the two of them fucking. It usually did the trick pretty fast.
Not this time though. He sat there for a few minutes trying, but he couldn't get himself to the right point. He would have to try something else.
He than started thinking about the porn he viewed. Girls getting choked on big clocks, women violently squirting after getting fucked, the really hard-core perverted things that usually only played in his most depraved fantasies.
Yet, once again, it wasn't getting him where he needed to be. At least, not when he was trying to focus on what he thought he wanted. There were those little moments when he felt himself getting pushed in the right direction.
But it was only when he was thinking about the guys in his fantasy.
This was getting to be ridiculous. Growing irritated at his body not cooperating, he decided to do something he had never tried.
Leaning back, he began to run his hand up and down his shaft... and began to think about the guy back out there.
It started off tame, with just the way he looked. The way he seems pretty at ease with the world, the way he kept his hair neat and tidy... the way his eyes looked like two perfect emeralds. The way his face looked so unbelievably sexy.
Then there was that bulge in his pants. Good lord, how did he walk with that thing? And if that was him soft, how big could it be hard?
Working his cock at a medium pace, Steven felt himself getting to where he needed to be. And as it happened, his thoughts got even more detailed.
He imagined the guy pulling his pants down, showing the monster that he had locked away. H3 could just see it, twitching in the air as it sprung to life. That big shift just waiting to be used, to have some attention... to be sucked.
Steven's thoughts became foggy as he felt himself getting ever closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm getting close.
In his last few moments, he could see the image in his head of a tongue coming out to lick the slit of that hard cock... his tongue.
Throwing his head back, Steven tried to be as quiet as he could as a powerful orgasm washed over him. He could feel the strands of cum shooting out from his dick, splashing against the toilet, onto the floor, and onto his hand as well.
When it ended, he went limp, basking in the afterglow of one hell of an orgasm. In the haze of it all, he lifted his trembling hand up, seeing it glisten with his cum.
Still in a fog of orgasmic bliss, he barely registered himself bringing his hand to his mouth, and his tongue just barely coming out to lick up a small drop of the pearly white cream.
It tasted pretty good.
Steven went wide eyed as he finally came to his senses, dramatically spitting the stuff out of his mouth. What the hell was wrong with him?
It was weird enough that he had just jerked off to a man, a total stranger at that, but now he tried to eat his own cum?
What was going on?
Still, his problem was dealt with. Pulling his pants up, he quickly cleaned up his mess, washing his hands both figuratively and literally of it.
Once finished, he ventured back out into the diner, hoping there would be no sideways glances his way.
Making his way back to his seat, he saw that the man was still there. Thankfully, other than a quick glance of acknowledgment, the guy barely noticed him.
Turning his attention back to the counter, he saw that his food was waiting for him. Not wanting to spend another moment there, he quickly got to work eating.
Once he was finished, he quickly paid for his food, not even bothering to wait for his change. He just wanted to be out of there.
Exiting the diner, he quickly got back into his car, ready to get back on the road. Yet, before he got going, he caught one last looking of the guy, coming out of the diner.
Why was he so fixated on him? Sure, was the recent image of his strangest fantasy, butbthat should have been it. Why is it that he couldn't stop focusing on him?
Because he was... cute?
Shocked by his own thoughts, Steven quickly took off in his care. Putting that diner, the guy, and the weirdness all behind him in his rear view mirror.
What the hell had just happened? He just stopped for food and a bit of scenery, and he got a weird look at something he never thought he liked.
As he drove he tried to reason with himself. There was nothing wrong with that. Straight people can get gay thoughts. It probably happened to other people all the time.
No, there wasn't anything wrong. He was perfectly fine. He was probably just pent up and a bit nervous about the journey ahead.
Now that he had that out of his system, he could focus and get back to things. Nothing but the open road ahead of him, and no reason to think about what happened.
It was all natural... he would be fine... he was himself.