It had been a long drive back. Then to top it off there was a diversion.
The problem was. I was bursting for a piss.
This traffic was not helping me at all.
I decided to try another way home.
Then I saw it. Public toilets and they looked open.
I pulled over and tried not to look like I was about to piss myself.
Even though I had not been to toilets like these in ages. The look and the smell come right back.
On entering there was a couple of stalls. One door open and the glory hole ready for whoever was waiting in the next one.
I ignored all that and let out a huge sigh when I began peeing.
I heard the occupied door open. Out of curiosity and wondering if I was going to be mugged. I looked over my shoulder.
He was still sitting there.
But it was his face. It took me back years. To when I was around his age. Doing what he was doing. Only I done it with a friend. Peter.
Back then. Not long after my eighteenth. I found myself homeless.
I managed to share a flat with Pete. But we never had any spare money.
Everyone in the country was unemployed. It seemed.
Pete and me tried our best to find any work. But got nothing.
As we had no money. We had no girlfriends.
So we began pleasing ourselves.
We started out just bringing each other off with our hands.
But with little to do. It soon escalated to doing everything.
Then Pete was out for the day in the city centre.
He come home and told me what he had seen.
"I went for a pee, the public one's just by the library."
"I know the one."
"Well one door never opened. But the cubicle next to it, there was two blokes in after each other. You know that noise you make when you cum?"
"Not really. But go on."
"Well they both made the same noise. Only when the second one had been in. I saw him slip some money through the hole that went to the next bog."
"Yeah. It has a name."
"What the toilets?"
"No you fuckwit. It's called a gloryhole. You go in the open one, and if there's someone in next door and they're up for it. I.E. the hole's not covered, then you stick your cock in there and you get sucked off. After that you leave a tip. Sort of."
"How do you know all that? Have you done it?"
"Everybody knows. Apart from you."
"Could we not do it? Make some money."
"I think that would be his spot. He won't be happy if we take it off him."
"Not if we gave him a kicking for it."
"We could. But your missing a massive point. What about the dirty old men. The little cocks. The spotty looking cocks. Those with loads of cheese around their helmet? Are you willing to put them in your mouth. Because mine won't be going there after."
"I know. Put a condom on it."
"We have none."
"But if we went to the family planning clinic and say that the girlfriend can't go on the pill. They give out handfuls of them."
So there we are. We visited the clinic, one at a time.
Armed with our pockets full of rubbers. We evicted the lad from his pitch.
I never forgot his face. How desperate he looked.
The guilt that remained long after Pete and me went our own ways.
This lad looked exactly like the one from all those years ago.
The same blonde hair, same kind of style. The look of fear, and desperation. Not at least he looked like he was homeless.
I could not help but feel pity for him.
Closing the door after me. I sat down.
"I'm not looking for anything. But I want to say something. After that it's up to you."
"What?"
"Years ago I was just like you are now. And you reminded me of somebody from that time. I want to help you."
"How can you do that?"
"Take you to my house. Feed you, let you have a bath. Get you some clothes, and back on your feet. I want nothing from you. All I want is to help you. No funny business. I'll be waiting in the BMW over the road for five minutes then if your not out. I doubt we will ever see each other again. I can give you a fiver now, or quite a bit more if you give me a little bit of trust."
I left that five pound note between us and walked away.
It was when I was sat in my car wondering if I had done the right thing. When he opened the door.
"No funny business?"
"Nothing. No building you up and asking you to do any favours. Nothing."
He climbed in.
"Hi. I'm Nick."
"Oz. Pleased to meet you."
We shook hands.
On our way to my place. I knew that Oz was homeless. He stunk.
"I'm sorry mate but you certainly have an aroma. Have you got anything left, clothes and things?"
"I can't get to where I was sleeping until after six. When everyone has gone."
"Where were you dossing?"
"There's some outbuildings in there." As we drove past an old school which was undergoing a redevelopment.
"Shall we come back later for your things?"
"If we could. Please."
"Ok. We get to mine. I'll give you a quick tour, run you a bath, get you some food and I'll sort out some clothes for you. Perhaps you'll want a lie down too?"
"Probably."
"Ok. After that then we'll come back so you can get your gear, and maybe go and buy you some things."
After the tour. I ran Oz his bath. He filled the washer with his clothes, wrapped a towel around himself and stood at the bathroom door.
"You don't have to do everything."
"It's just until your settled. The only thing is. There is no toothbrush at the minute, nor is there a spare razor. Something else for the shops. Have a nice soak. I'll make you a sandwich. I'll leave it on your bed. Tea coffee?"
It's ok I'll sit with you. In my towel, If your ok with that?"
"I'm ok. See you when you get out."
You could not miss how skinny he was, and dirty.
Something was telling me to feed him little but often. So his body would get used to food again, and to hydrate him.
Oz eventually walked into the kitchen. Gleaming compared to earlier. He just needed a shave and to brush his teeth.
I thought he could have wrapped a bigger towel around himself.
I put his sandwich down in front of him with his cuppa.
He wolfed down the food.
I got up to get him a biscuit.
When I turned around, I could clearly see his tackle. This lad was well hung.
He noticed me staring.
