Gay blow job stories

This is the story of my first experience with a man. The people my age will retain the old roadside relax areas that were frequented by older gay men for their discreet meetings. This is where my story takes place. This is my first endeavor at writing any story, so constructive criticism is appreciated, but please be gentle.

Even before I started driving, I loved going out to the old style rest area (by old style, I mean outhouses and no electric) about 2 miles from my house to read the graffiti on the walls. Mostly, just kids writing their foolish sayings or “so and so was here”, but those weren't the ones that interested me. I was intrigued by the 'ads' for blow jobs on the mens room wall. Almost once a week, the state workers would paint over all the writing, but on occasion, I got to read the when, where and how to come across someone. Of course, not being able to control, I wasn't able to go out at the times listed.

During the summer, I'd ride my bike almost daily the couple miles to see if anyone had written something fresh, or maybe actually hold someone there writing, but never with any luck. So it became my daily routine to pack a lunch