I've had bisexual thoughts from my very early teens but obviously I never acted on them. In fact, they weren't even impulses as I had girlfriends, throughout my teens & early 20s. I would mainly think about cock whenever I watched porn. In my mind, the woman was the one who looked like she was having the most fun. From sucking a cock or two, to being fucked & anal. And their gratification was complete when their partner(s) were cumming. Over them or inside, that was what they were working for, and that's exactly what where my bisexual tendencies were centred. Just a little background from where my inner slut originates.
Then in my mid-20s, I had one relationship & when that ended, I finally remembered about that little voice inside which would only make itself heard when I started a new relationship.
I've always been one for driving & listneing to music & after this relationship ended, I enjoyed driving late at night, listening to music & just more driving.
I would drive miles & without any particular destination. Something that would change once my naivety was blown away.
On one night, I've driven for about 2 hours but still within 30 miles of my home, so as you can tell when I went for a drive I have no idea where I'm going to go, and I was in desperate need of a piss. I found a lay-by just south of city in western England. The lay-by was full of trucks but as I got closer to the toilet facilities, I could see there were a few cars as well.
Without even giving it a second thought, I went in for a piss & 2 minutes later, I came back out empty. I went back to sit in the car & drove off. As I drove off, a caught a glimpse in the rear-view mirror that someone had flashed their lights, it caught my eye, but I just assumed it was to someone else. I assumed all the cars parked up were guys who were sleeping in their cars.
As I got to the end of the lay-by, I noticed the car which had flashed was pulling out away from the toilets. A mile or so further down the road, there was another flash. Thinking I had done something, I pulled over in to another lay-by & this car pulled in after me. I sat there for a moment, not knowing what was going to happen & my fears were realised shortly after as a guy got out of the car & walked over to mine. As he approached, I opened the window. A guy in his mid 30s walked up & asked, "What you looking for?"
"Nothing! Just needed a piss." I replied.
My naivety still hadn't triggered what was happening & my stand offishness probably made the guy think that I really had no idea what I was looking for. He went back to his car & I drove off. Completely ignorant as to what was happening.
By this time, I had enough adventures for the night & decided to go home. It wasn't until I was in bed that my mind started playing back the incident. The number of cars around the toilet, the number of people sitting in their cars. So what were they doing? The thought of this got my heart racing, but I went to sleep.
The next evening, my nightly drive wasn't as meandering as usual & I went straight back to this lay-by. Like the night before, it was dark & there were plenty of trucks & there were still quite a few cars parked closest to the toilet block. This time I pulled up in a gap between 2 trucks. Far enough to not be part of the crowd, but close enough to see what was happening.
If I had based the next 30 years on the 2 minutes I had spent in the lay-by the previous night, my cottaging adventures would've been non-existent. If I had stayed a little longer last night, I would've seen that apart from cars flashing their lights at other cars, men were regularly walking into the toilets. Some guys would walk in & out on regular events. And then the cars would go out, and return within 5-10 minutes. I thought I was curious before, now I was doubly so. After parked up for 30-40 minutes, I plucked up the courage to go in to the toilets.
If only I opened my eyes a little the previous night instead of looking down as I pissed in to the trough. If I looked forward, I would've seen the grafitti! If I had looked properly, I would've seen the grafitti all over the walls in the cubicles, on the ceiling, everywhere. I stayed there for a couple of minutes, and before anyone else came in, then went back to my car. Whatever this place was, I was fascinated.
I stayed in my car & watched people. In & out of the toilets & cars in & out of the lay-by. I needed a drink so went to the shops about 1 1/2 away. This time, instead of someone flashing their headlights, someone must've tapped their brake pedal as their brakelights flash on then off. I gently tapped my brakelights before I pressed them to brake at the end of the lay-by. I pulled out as there was no oncoming traffic & went to get a drink. I looked in the mirror & saw a car pull out on to the road in the same direction as me. When I pulled in to the garage, it drove passed. I got a couple of cans of then drove back to my lay-by. This time, I parked closer to the toilets. This time I could see much more clearly. I could see faces. Guys carried on going in to the toilets & coming out. There were no patterns.
I went in to the toilets again but this time I went in to a cubicle. I stood inside a cubicle & just read grafitti. I could hear people moving around the toilets but I was properly fixated on the grafitti. After about 10 minutes, I came out of the cubicle to see 2 guys standing at the trough, standing quite closely together, move quickly apart as though I had startled them. As they moved, I noticed both were unzipped & their cocks were quite hard. That last 15 minutes was when the penny dropped. The grafitti, the constant in & out of the toilets, the flashing of lights. the driving off, and, of course, 2 men with their flies unzipped & cocks semi-erect. As i was to learn, this is how men do things when it comes to sex. It's indiscrete discretion. And I wanted some of it. From my first bisexual thoughts to this moment, 12-13 years had passed & I wasn't going to miss out any longer.
Obviously, this was very new to me & as much as I loved the anticipation, I was still very nervous. I walked back to my car & as I passed a Ford Fiesta, I noticed the guy had his cock out. I was a nice size & nice looking cock. I stopped & watched him stroking it & I think I knew that he knew I was watching him. I leaned in closer 7 this time he looked at me, and carried on stroking. I had a better view now. It mustive been 7-8" and as he stroked, he foreskin was revealing his shiny helmet. I could feel my heart racing. The fact I was within a metre away from another guy's cock & all that was between us was a piece of glass. His cock looked so good. Whether or not he was just stroking his cock to get my attention, but his pace never altered, it felt like he was stroking his cock me or to show me his cock in all it's glory. Like a cliche, I was biting my lips. And then he stopped stroking & started his car. I feared he was about to drive off. Instead, he opened his window. As I would soon learn, when men are 'cottaging' they are a species of few words. "Want to follow me?" I just nodded in reply.
He knew exactly which car i was going to so I felt like I had been singled out. That just made me feel even hornier. I followed him, out of the lay-by, down the road for about a mile. He took a right turn over a small bridge that crossed a canal & then pulled up on the left, a dusty bank on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere. All the while, my mind was racing. I didn't have a clue what might happen, I didn't feel I was in danger. Danger was the furthest thing from my mind. I just felt like something was going to happen.
I stopped behind him & turned my car off, opened the door & went back to his window. He had already pulled his trousers down. As I peered thrugh the window, I could see his cock harder than it had been while we were by the toilets. He pulled the lever to open his car & I stood back so it could open wide. His trousers waistband was around his knees, his cock standing up straight. A bust of greying pubic hair covering the base. He leant back. This just made his cock stand out. And this just made me drop to my knees & for the first time in my life, I was tasting another guy's cock. I was licking it, around the glan. My tongue exploring as my eyes were just fixed on the job. I didn't look at him once. I couldn't focus on anything else except the cock I was eager to suck. As my tongue licked around his helmet, I could smell how clean he was. Nothing overly powerful but just a natural hygeinic aroma. While my nose was enjoying his cleaniness, my tongue & mouth were focused on tasting every inch of this beautiful cock. The smoothness of his shaft. I'd lick up & down it, leaving a trail of saliva then blowing over it. His groans were letting me know I was doing ok. I didn't care. This guy may have received 1000s of blow jobs before & he could've been encouraging me & the job I was doing, but this was my first ever cock. It tasted & smelled so good. It was rock hard in my mouth. It felt like I'd been sucking for ages but in all seriousness, it was probably only a couple of minutes. My mouth completely covered the top inch of his cock. Those most sensitive parts. Another inch and another. My eagerness to give a perfect blow job was only matched by own excitement for giving my first blow job. I moved my head up & down his shaft. I've waited so long to make this clichical movement on another man's penis. I made sure I moved my mouth from base to head. I made sure I didn't concentrate in one area for too long. The last thing I wanted for my first blow job was for him to start going soft. Feeling his hard cock inside my mouth only made my own cock harder & I could feel as I moved how wet I was becoming. Just as i was noticing my own excited condition, I felt his hand on the back of my head. He wasn't pulling me away & he didn't push my head down on to this cock, he was guiding me to close my mouth around his helmet, and I did & as I like, I could hear his breathing quicken. Then he started moving my head gently up & down and as I felt his cock harden even more, I felt those first throbs from his shaft & then, that unforgetable taste of hot seed on your tongue. I locled my mouth around his shaft! I wasn't going to let any of this ambrosia go to waste. so, as my first ever blow job came to an end, I slowly rocked my head forward & back, collecting every drop he could give me. As his cock started to soften, I knew that I had done my part. I savoured his cum in my mouth for a few moments after his cock came away.
I remember swilling his cum around my mouth before I swallowed it. I thanked him before I walked away & then drove away & parked up to reminisce about what I had just done.
The first of many blow jobs. The last one was last Thursday night in another lay-by about 100 miles from my forst one. This is part one of what I hope will be a collection of my stories from Toilets, Lay-bys, Viewpoints & Car Parks. Thank you x |
