Heavy Loads

Heavy Loads By Rob Rosen I pulled into the rest stop a little past six in the morning. I’d already driven nearly eight solid hours, leaving behind the smog infused dusk of L.A. and arriving into the fog dense dawn of San Francisco. Well, nearly San Francisco and nearly dawn, anyhow. See, I still had about a half an hour to go, and I had to pee, badly. The two mocha javas I’d nursed along the way were now eager to make their exit from my aching, tired body. I hopped out of my beat-up jalopy, had a quick look around, spotted the only other vehicle in the lot, a massive semi, and hightailed it into the can. There were two urinals, side by side, and one crapper. I headed for the first of the porcelain receptacles, whipped my d**k out, and moaned with delight as a steady stream of piss hit t