I was giving a guy a blow job at a glory hole off I 20. He had a really nice big thick meaty cock and I enjoyed the hell out of blowing him. I could see his workboots under the stall wall and there was this stain of blue paint on one of them. No big deal, except for 30 minutes later when I stop at the travel plaza to get gas and a soda, I go in and I see a tall studly good looking guy in wrangler jeans a carhart jacket, ball cap on his head with blue paint stain on his boot. I knew it had to be the guy I sucked off. I kind of casually walked up next to him at the soda fountain and said, I recognize the paint stain. He looks at me and goes "Sorry, what was that?" I said, I recognize the paint stain on your boot from 30 mintues ago. His eyes got really wide and I said, no worries, man, it's cool. I asked if he was from around here and he said, no, he lives in Dallas. I said I live in a subburb of Dallas. I asked him did he want to take my number and maybe we could meet up again sometime if he was feeling the need. He goes, man, I'm married, I can't have that kind of thing. I said I can be very discreet. I said, let me send you a text that just says, pick up two quarts of blue paint so you can have my number. I won't ever text you again, but if you text me, I'll be happy to try and meet up with you to help you out. He was thinking about it and I said, look, if it doesn't work out, you can always block me. He said ok. So I sent him the text. about a week later, on a Saturday, I get a text from him that says, you available for me to come bid that project? I said absolutely. I gave him my address and about 20 minutes later I was on my knees making him happy. He said he is only interested in getting sucked off, but I would love to get this guy to fuck me. For now, I'll be happy with what I am getting.