How did I even end up here? What am I doing? Those were my thoughts that were running through my head.
It was about quarter to ten on a Thursday night. It was raining but not too heavily and it wasn't too cold either, but maybe that was because of my excitement. The nights were rapidly getting shorter so it was pitch black outside my car window as I approached the big bridge leading into the city, but I wasn't going to be going that far.
About two miles before the bridge there is a long sweeping exit. It leads to a dark, seedy looking car park that's only illuminated by a few orange street lamps.
It was a truck stop and services station but not the type that has a shop. Just toilet facilities and a shower. It wasn't designed to look seedy either but years of neglect made it that way. You can't see the lorries or toilet's from the road and I'd honestly never been before. Even though it was so close to my house, only about a 15 minute drive.
It had long been rumoured when I was in school years ago that it was a dogging site. And it probably is. I never seen any sign of it when I was there and truthfully, I was glad. I had other sordid activities planned.
Now, just to set the record straight. I'm not exactly gay. More bi if anything. I have a wife who was my fiancee at the time. We love each other and are generally pretty happy. However. I often found myself watching a lot of MMF porn.
I started occasionally watching chicks with dicks and it evolved rapidly. I used to imagine being the bull in these situations. Then, I became the bitch. Now, I'm in a habit of watching gay porn.
I'd never have done this normally but my missus was staying at her mother's house for the weekend to help her pack boxes for moving home. So if I was ever to do it, now was the time.
So, as I drove into that carpark. I knew what I wanted. I prayed it would happen. The excitement and anticipation was making my hands sweat and my cock twitch.
I was the only car parked up. I stopped the car on the opposite side of the lot from the toilet building and scoped out if it was open. I could see dim lights from the small frosted glass window above the door and assumed it must be.
There were a few lorry trailers parked and one truck, trailer still attached and the cab lights on. I couldn't make out who was in the drivers seat but my heart started beating rapidly in the hopes I'd find what I came for.
I waited a few moments working up my nerve before getting out into the rainy night, locking my door and walking towards the building. I walked slowly considering the weather. Keeping an ever watchful eye of the lorry cab.
I reached the door and tried for the handle and it opened with a loud creek.
The smell hit me instantly. It was like a mixture of damp and stale urine. The floor was wet around the urinals and there were three cubicles all along one wall. On the opposite wall there was one long sink with several taps and a big foggy mirror the full length of the basin.
I started to feel nervous but also very excited. I could feel the twitching in my boxer shorts increase and I involuntary clenched my ass as I walked down the line of cubicles. Inspecting each of them. They were all filthy. Stained white pans with black enamel seats. Surprisingly, two of them had toilet paper.
I was starting to become really aroused now. I felt dirty. As dirty as the restroom I was in. I looked around a little more, gently tugging on my semi hard penis through my trouser pocket. At the very least, I knew I was going to strip off naked in a cubicle and shamelessly masturbate. I wanted to lie naked on the piss stained floor. I wanted to turn into a slave of my degrading lust. Fuck. I was so turned on.
I walked over and looked into the urinals and slowly pulled my now hard penis out of my fly and slowly stroked a little bit before putting it back in. Just as I zipped up again, allowing my now rock hard member to face downward to feel the friction while walking rather than up into the elastic of my boxers, the door made an almighty creek and swung open. It startled me and the hair on my neck stood up and I got instant goosebumps on my arms.
I turned around and saw him. Only briefly glancing as I turned and walked towards the sinks. My heart was racing. I was about to bottle it and bolt out the door. But I quietly took a long deep breath of the rancid air to calm down.
The man was older than I. Much older. I was 25 and he must have been late fifties. He was a little taller than I was and had thick grey and black hair. He wore faded blue jeans and had a red lumberjack style shirt on. He was unshaven but it was a think grey stubble rather than a full beard and he had a gut. Large but not barrel like. More like a beer belly. We walked past each other as he stepped towards the urinal.
"Alight" we said to each other. The usual greeting between men who pass each other where I live.
I slowly washed my hands as he relieved himself and as I watched him from the foggy mirror. I was sure. I was definitely going to try my luck.
He stepped beside me and ran his hands under the tap as I dried mine with some green paper towels. Our eyes caught each others gaze in the mirror as this happened and he said "So, what brings you here?"
My stomach did summersaults and my mouth dried up. I thought I'd mess up my words.
"Oh you know, just, using the facilities" I replied.
Then I asked him the same.
He looked deep into my eyes in the mirror and then turned his head to face me. Looking me up and down before saying "Just driving through, thought I'd stop and see what this place had to offer."
The blood left my face and went straight to my now throbbing cock.
I handed him some sheets of paper towels and lent a hand against the sink while turning towards him in an almost flirting sort of way and said "See anything you might be able to make use of?"
He grinned broadly looking me up and down and I couldn't help but break into a smile too when he said "Well as a matter of fact..."
I didn't let him finish his sentence.
I took my hand from the sink and took a small handful of his shirt, gently tugging it as I stepped backwards. He stepped forwards with me and I lead him along the tiled floor to the end cubicle. We never said anything and we didn't look away from each others eyes.
