About fifteen years ago, after driving several hundred miles from the Chicago area to my home in western Wisconsin, I had to desperately make a pit stop at one of the wayside rest areas along the Mississippi. I jumped out of my car, sped into the rest area, and was "treated" to the sight of an old man on his knees giving a younger man a bj.
As soon as I made my appearance, the younger male quickly zipped up his pants, raced over to his pickup truck, and tore off down the highway. The old man slunk back into one of the stalls. My bladder was bursting, and even with the old pervert in the stall next to me, I needed some pressure release. I didn't waste any time myself getting back in my car and vowing to be a lot more careful the next time I used one of the roadside pit stops. You never know who might be lurking in there.
Yes, but I’m sure the gay men were from Minnesota. :)