All my stories are true life experiences, with a small amount of poetic licence. My boyfriend and I always use condoms for anal sex with strangers. Play safe, guys.
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So we needed to get to the airport for our winter break. Train and coach- or we surf the web here in northern France for a car share, all above board. We've had a few now, drivers of all shapes and sizes, ages and sexes. They get their petrol paid, we get a near door to door journey for less than the hassle of public transport. Car share it was, some guy called Nathan would meet us at the bottom of our street and drop us off at Beauvais, with 2 hours to spare before our flight.
We arrived, all packed and ready to go, as promised and at the appointed hour the little red Citroen pulled up. We made our introductions, me and Dave (my boyfriend) and put our small case in the boot/ trunk and climbed in . Nathan turned out to be Vietnamese, about 5' 5 or 5' 6 and wearing loose, gym style bottoms and an almost matching top with no visible t-shirt underneath. He was clean shaven, with short but not cropped dark hair, and very soft and sexy Asian skin. And so (SO) polite.
The airport was about an hour and forty minutes according to his GPS. So we talked bullshit for an hour or so, it turned out he knew a friend of a friend we once met in Paris. And just about 15 minutes before our turn, he said he would come off the motorway an exit early as he needed a pee. If he parked up at the airport rather than the free drop off, it would cost him dear and by this journey he could take us the remaining few kilometres the back way.
We had time and were cool with that. He came off at the toll booth as mentioned and pulled into the parking area. About two thirds of the way along is a standard toilet block, ladies on the right and gents on the left. I had only been in one before but believe they must all be the same design, a long communal urinal and one cubicle at the end. There were about 4 cars as we pulled in, all at the end by the toll booths which may belong to staff, and one at the far end of the parking area before it rejoined the road, nobody was parked outside of the toilets except Nathan.
He got out of the car asking if either of us needed a comfort break. I was a little busy checking him out, but decided I'd go anyway and maybe... check him out. I followed and he had already pulled the front of his waistband lower. I wanted to look and managed a sly peep, seeing a cute and full bush nestled on top of a small, cut cock. Even his balls were hanging over the waistband and as I pulled my own shaft through my fly, I decided to undo my trousers and let it all hang out. We both stood there facing discreetly forward, in silence and probably both waiting for the sound of the first splash of piss to hit the stainless steel before us. Suffice to say, no pee arrived.