I had a meeting to attend at 10:30, an hour and a half away. I could take two routes: the coast road or cross-country. I left home at 8:30, giving myself plenty of time. Cross-country was slightly slower but involved less mileage and took me past a public toilet I knew was known for cock fun. I’d popped in a few times before, but it was always empty. As usual, I took a travel mug of tea for the journey.
By the time I reached the toilets (less than ten minutes from my meeting venue) I’d fished the tea and was busting for a piss, so I had a legitimate reason to stop. It was 10 a.m. and there were a few cars about, mostly for the café next door, it seemed. I rushed in—it was empty—and relieved myself, pissing like a horse. Once I’d finished, I stood at the urinal, slowly playing with myself and hoping someone would enter… but no one did.
I put myself away and took my time, sticking my head into an empty cubicle to read some of the graffiti for a minute, then went to wash my hands. As I was washing, someone entered behind me and went to the urinal: a guy slightly older than me, wearing a paramedic-type green top. I watched the back of him as I took my time drying my hands. Probably not looking, I thought—he works on the road and would likely have needed to stop for the toilet between calls. But kept drying slowly.
He finished and walked towards the sink. I looked at him, and as he walked past me his cock was still hanging out of his trousers and on full display. He saw me staring at his very girthy cock, made no eye contact but made no attempt to put it away |
