Should you ever find yourself needing to drive South along Maryland's Eastern shore, try U.S. 301, a road which travels from points north to the great state of Florida, and which in my opinion is a great deal more interesting than Interstate 95. About twenty or so miles before you come to the Bay Bridge, which crosses over the Chesapeake into Annapolis, you will find a rest stop sitting smack in the center of that divided highway. It was named by the locals who used to frequent it, "Swallow Hollow." Its sister to the North about fifty miles, now also gone, was affectionately known as"Suction Junction." That rest area, or should I say pull off, had no facilities to speak of, and was situated on the Eastbound side of U.S. route 40 next to what was then a roller rink right on the Maryland, Delaware
line. The rink was called, the Maryland Roller Rink, even though it was actually in Delaware. The rest area was just outside the historic town of Glasgow, Delaware.

Swallow Hollow was built originally as a no frills rest stop. It had an access road at the top of its entrance which traversed between the two sides of the dual highway, and allowed travelers from either the northbound, or the southbound lanes of the highway to enter onto an oval shaped roadway which surrounded its restrooms, forming a small grassy island on which they sat. It also had a wooded picnic area separated from the rest rooms by a spacious parking lot, which was situated at the bottom of the oval, and afforded a place for cars to park. The picnic area had several of those ubiquitous picnic tables, usually seen at these places, which were supplied courtesy of the State. You know the kind, with basic silver metal tubing, and plain 1X8 planks of wood bolted to the tubing to form the benches, and tabletop. A little further back, behind the picnic area, there was an even more densely wooded area which the State had not thinned out. It was the kind of place where you could go and find shelter during the day, in spring and summer when you wanted some extra privacy, and didn't want to risk someone coming upon you and your new found friend just met in the john. At the time of its original construction its restrooms were not much more than two small wooden buildings with outhouse like accoutrements; there was no sewer system, there weren't any lights inside the building, and it didn't have heat in the winter. Actually, it was not much more than a couple of oversized outhouses, one for the Men, and one for the Women. On hot summer nights the smell of that place would take your breath away. On nights when there was no moon-light, you could barely see your own hand in front of your face, much less the guy you were sucking, or perhaps being fucked by. One of the greatest features of the place used to be that truckers could pull their rigs in and park on the surrounding roadway right across from the restrooms. On a busy night there might be ten or twelve truckers lined up at any given time, most wanting something more than just a rest. They would go into that little building, where eager men were waiting, happy to service them. Men waiting to take their hot loads, and give them the release they so deserved, after driving all those long, lonely, miles over the open road with nothing but their CB radios for company.

As time went on, the State began to take notice of the goings on there at night. The powers that be decided to put an end to those nightly "shenanigans." By changing the facilities layout a little, perhaps they could cut down on the illicit activities, and make a more family friendly place. The first move to combat the problem, as they saw it, was to construct a separate gravel parking area directly across the access road so truckers could pull into, and away from , (As the State saw them) The "other perverts" who were parked in the rest area. It was also forbidden for cars or any other type of passenger vehicle to park there under penalty of a stiff fine. It was made subject to the constant ministrations of the State Troopers who would harass anyone they believed had been there just a little
too long, even the truckers; anyone they felt had no business there in the first place. The truckers who wanted to be serviced would simply get out of their rigs and walk over to the restrooms in the park. There weren't any real facilities on the trucker's side except for two of those crude plastic Porta-Potties. Well they had to piss didn't they? And if the Porta-Potties on that side was occupied had not been emptied, or they needed a place to go when it was cold, well they came over. Who could stop them? As I said earlier, the buildings weren't really much better, but at least they had solid walls. As you can imagine, that plan didn't really work out as well
as the State had intended, and it remained pretty much business as usual.

The next move the State made was a little more dramatic. They decided to completely redo the facility with a new heated and lighted building. Hell, it even had a NOAA Radio receiver inside, so you could listen to the weathercast. (I was a great excuse for hanging around a little longer than was absolutely necessary. They also combined the facilities for both men and women into one structure. It had running water, and even a sanitary sewer system. And yet they had not made any real changes to the parking lots, or their lack of exterior lighting. The arrangement continued to work just fine for the travelers who wanted to stop for release at night, and it
even worked for those who really did need to stop for a legitimate pee break. You see, now the patrons could actually see when they went inside the building, and this made them feel a lot safer. It did not however, have the intended effect on those truckers or the other men who wanted to stop for what they been stopping for all along. A good blow job, a nice fuck, or whatever else might strike their fancy. In addition to the buildings' changes, they also decided to install a map kiosk, (you know the kind that has the map with an arrow pointing to a spot on it, and saying, "You are here".) They put the kiosk right out in front of the facility, between the men's and women's sides of the building, with a nice portico covering it, to shelter you from the rain, and to protect the map.

It was a lovely spring day, and all the flowers and trees were in bloom, and I decided I needed to take a little break from my routine. Not having been there for quite a while, I was pretty horny, and I was looking for action. I think it might interest you to know, I am a fairly short guy 5'4." At the time I weighed about 180 pounds. I have very little fur; I'm bearded, and have blonde hair. (You might even call me a cub.) I also wore rather thick dark glasses. My home was about a half hour's drive from the place, and when I got there I needed a piss really badly. I got out of my vehicle, crossed the parking lot and went into the men's room to do my"business". As I went in I noticed that right behind me, was one of the most handsome daddy bear truckers I had seen in quite some time. He was wearing a drivers' uniform; a blue baseball cap, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a light blue shirt with the familiar local company logo, navy blue pants, and black work boots. I thought to myself, he is just what the doctor ordered. He stood about 5'9" and I guessed his weight to be about 240 pounds. He also had a nicely trimmed full thick gray beard. I took one look at him, and you might say, "I was loaded for bear". I went over to one of the two urinals, and he went into the end stall at the back of the facility. I thought to
myself, "Damn, he's straight! What a shame." I finished up, washed my hands and as I was leaving, headed for the door, he also finished up, and was heading towards the sink. When he brushed up against me slightly, given that tight space, it appeared to have been accidental. I left the washroom and went out to stand by the map board in the kiosk. I was standing with my back to the map and was looking out across the parking lot at the other vehicles, and not paying too much attention to who was nearby. I could see there were a couple of travelers who were not at all interesting, and who were there obviously taking a legitimate rest. I suddenly became aware that my hot daddy bear from the restroom was standing right next to me. He was facing the map board and appeared to be studying the map intently. I just stood there trying not to stare, while at the same time trying to watch him out of the corner of my eye. I had on dark "Photo Grey" glasses, and he really couldn't see my eyes. He and I both stood there for what seemed a fairly long time, and I began to think: maybe a little too long. Then I noticed something else. He had let his hand slide down to his crotch. It was
an ever so subtle gesture, meant to not draw too much attention from any passersby. Not wanting to appear too obvious, or eager, I stood quite still, like a rabbit startled by a strange sound. I could see that there was something else too, a bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers. It was faint at first, but it became much more apparent. He caught my eye with a brief sidelong glance, but it was just long enough for me to get the intended message. I turned and strolled nonchalantly back into the men's room. I went into the very last of the three stalls, and left the door unlocked, and slightly ajar. The room was now empty, with the exception of me. I was standing there trembling with anticipation, thinking, would he come in? In that brief moment, I heard the door open and my excitement
began to grow. I was standing there with my back to the stall door as if urinating, just in case someone I didn't want to see were to walk in. The next thing I knew I heard the stall door behind me as it swung quickly open, then closed, and locked. When I turned around, to my utter delight, standing in front of me was my hot daddy bear trucker. In no time I began to undo his uniform shirt, as well as his uniform pants. I was pleased to discover that he was covered in soft grey fur, and that he had a long thick tool which
became the focus of my attention for a time. He also had a gorgeous set of large low hanging balls. I'm telling you he was one incredibly hot man.

Well, I began to kiss, lick, and suck him everywhere, and I didn't much care who heard. He was my daddy bear, and I was going to enjoy him completely, from the top his head, to the bottom of his toes. But then a sound brought us both quickly back to reality. A motorist had come in to actually use the facility for its intended purpose. After the motorist left, we decided it might be better for both of us if we retired to the woods, where we were less likely to be seen or worse yet get caught with our pants down. We walked back behind the picnic tables and into the woods. Finally we arrived at a place we both considered safe, a nice secluded spot, almost all the way at the back of the rest area. He and I both removed our clothes and began incredibly hot bear sex. I was so hot in fact I think I could have sucked the chrome off a bumper. I'll tell you I kissed his lips, sucked on his nipples, ass, and dick, for all I was worth. I had my tongue so far up his hot daddy bear hole I thought I felt my tongue tickling his tonsils. Oh, but my daddy bear had some ideas of his own, and since I was already on my knees at this point (working on that long thick hot bear tool of his with my hand, and my tongue up that furry ass), it was no problem for him to just turn, and step over and behind me to gain access to my tight little ass, where he began to focus his attention. I had what some might call a "bubble butt," just the kind of ass that tends to drive guys wild, and it is one of my best assets. The next thing I knew he was on his knees behind me, and I had his thick cock buried in my ass right up to his nut sack. Then he started fucking me to beat the band, while he twisted my erect nipples. Nipples he was using as handles to hold me in place, as he pounded my ass with all his might. Meanwhile, dick in my hand, I was pounding just as hard. You'd of thought we were in a race to see who could shoot first. Well, he won the race and when he exploded inside of me I thought Mount, Vesuvius had just erupted in my ass. At the same time he let out a deafening roar in my ears which I felt might break my eardrums. I thought I'd be full of his spunk 'till rapture, which, by the way, was exactly what I was in. A couple more twists on my teats, and a couple more well placed stabs with that big daddy dick of his in my ass, and there was cum flying everywhere. I thought I would never stop Cumming. The sounds he had made during his violent climax began to make us both a little worried that someone might have heard, and come to investigate. Someone might be thinking that someone was in trouble back there. So we got up very quickly, cleaned up, got dressed, and went our separate ways. As I left the rest area that day, very satisfied with myself and my conquest, I went back home whistling a happy little tune, quite content. I went to bed without showering that night with his man scent still on me, and slept extremely well. You might say I was sleeping the sleep of the dead. The next morning however, when I awoke I began to feel a terrible itching sensation between my legs and down near my ball sac. My first thought was, "oh shit, crabs!" So I got a mirror to investigate. To my delight, I realized that it was not crabs. Instead what our little romp in the woods had resulted in was the loveliest case of Poison Ivy you would ever want to see. In our excitement we had both failed to notice that we were right in the middle of a patch of Poison Ivy, and by not showering that night, I had allowed the Poison Ivy oils to do their work. Well the rash did heal in time, with the help of Calamine, and I learned to be much more aware of my surroundings after that. I should also tell you that I did not depart from my exquisite daddy bear before I discovered that he made that run every Tuesday. For the next several months Swallow Hollow was always one of the most important stops on his Itinerary, and mine. Funny thing, I never knew his name, or where he was from, other than the company logo, but I sure did enjoy the times we met. One more thing, if you ever travel South on Maryland's Eastern shore on U.S. 301, you will find a rest stop sitting smack in the center of that divided highway. Now newly modernized, the well
lit rest area boasts full service facilities, a full time attendant, and all in a park like setting. There's another change too, there are now separate full service facilities for the truckers away from the passenger area. The State finally succeeded in ending Swallow Hollow's long and illustrious career of release for the weary traveler. Today the only thing to be found in the woods is families picnicking and some small species of wildlife. No bears. There is nothing to be seen of the hirsute variety that we sought. But if you go there and listen at night when it's dark and quiet, you might just hear some rustling in the bushes. Could it be? Naw, it's just the wind in the trees, or a small bird or squirrel; or is it? You'll have to find out for yourself. But do be careful of those brown badged bears, (the uniformed variety)!