The man stopped whistling and he glanced back over his shoulder to make sure no one else was in the restroom. When he felt it was safe, he reached over and wrapped his hand around Elroy's dick very gently. This wasn't the first time Elroy had had restroom sex. And this guy in the business suit wasn't bad-looking at all. Elroy figured a quick hand job at the urinal wouldn't hurt anyone, so he took another step and leaned backward for the guy.
But when the guy started stroking him, Kyle stepped up behind Elroy and grabbed him by the collar. The guy in the business suit blinked and Kyle said, "Enough of that sort of thing in here. This is a public restroom. People get arrested for things like this." Then he yanked Kyle out of the rest-room and held his collar all the way back to the car.
When they were next to the car, Elroy said, "What the fuck, man? I only wanted to have a little fun." This road trip was not turning out at all as he'd planned. He'd once driven from Boston to Florida and he'd stopped and had sex at a rest stop in every major city along the way. It had helped pass the time and had given him something on which to focus, not to mention how it had relieved the stress of endless driving.
Kyle took the car keys out of Elroy's hand and said, "You can have that kind of fun when you're alone. When you're with me, I'm not putting up with it. What happened back there was just disgusting. Now get into the car and sit down. I'm driving. You look tired."
Although Elroy was exhausted from driving, he took the keys back and said, "I'm not tired. I want to drive. If I have to sit there and do nothing but stare out the window, I'll go fucking nuts." He had to admit the bossy side of Kyle's personality intrigued him. Though he should have been screaming at Kyle for interrupting what could have been a memorable hand job in a public restroom, he found himself smiling and conceding to Kyle's wishes.
"We can talk," Kyle said. "Talking passes the time."
All he ever wanted to do was talk. Elroy had never met a man who thought about talking more than he actually did it. "We've been talking since we left Boston. I'm all talked out. I want silence now." He'd never been much of a talker. There was something about talking that left him drained to the point of exhaustion.
Kyle's eyebrows went up. "Are you saying you don't like talking to me?"
Elroy knew he had to be careful with this one. It could be a trick question. If he said the wrong thing Kyle would wind up with a pinched face all the way to Georgia. "No, not at all. I love talking to you. I've never talked so much with anyone. I'm only suggesting that quiet is nice sometimes, too."
Kyle's eyebrows went down. He seemed satisfied and Elroy felt as if he'd dodged another bullet. "I still think I should drive," Kyle said.
Elroy wanted to drive for a reason. But he didn't want to let Kyle know what the reason was. This was something Elroy had done many times on road trips … sometimes he drove up and down the interstate in Boston doing it on nights when he was bored. "I'm fine," he said. "We'll stop for something to eat in an hour and if I'm tired then, you can drive."
About an hour later, they stopped at one of those huge fast food places that line the highways throughout the south. In this particular place, a person could fill up the gas tank, get a prescription filled, and order a turkey dinner all at the same time. While Elroy filled the tank, Kyle stocked up on more junk food for the rest of the trip.
When Kyle returned to the car, he asked, "Do you want me to drive now?"
Elroy smiled. He still had plans. "No, I'm fine. You should try to sleep for a while. Next time we stop for gas I'll let you drive and I'll sleep."
This seemed to pacify Kyle. He shrugged and climbed into the car without saying another word. The moment they pulled onto the highway, Kyle yawned and said, "I think I will try to get some sleep." Within fifteen minutes his eyes were closed, he was snoring lightly, and his mouth was hanging open.
* * * * They'd just left North Carolina and entered South Carolina when Kyle jerked up in his seat and screamed. "What are you doing now?" He covered his mouth and stared with a horrified expression.
Elroy shrugged. "I just wanted to get comfortable," he said. He'd removed all his clothes and he was driving naked, with the seat back and his legs open wide. He'd also turned on the overhead light so anything inside the car would be visible. They were driving down the center lane of the highway, with a huge tractor-trailer on the right and another on the left. Elroy had been jacking off for the two truckers and he was close to climax.
"You're naked in public," Kyle shouted. "You have an erection. And the light is on."