Darius had heard about a cruising area that was located next to a well-known river. It was a very popular weekend location for families and therefore, no action took place on Saturdays and Sundays. During the week, however, from noon till three p.m., it was could be a rather fruitful location. After three o’clock, older teenagers frequented the place to fornicate and smoke dope.
There was a massive lawn where people could relax on weekends with numerous well-constructed barbeques and wooden tables that catered for the visitors. Naturally, it also had a large ablution block.
Once Darius decided to take a week off from work because he had loads of leave due to him, he was determined to visit the ‘camping’ spot. There were a few things that he wanted to do around his house during this period, in all honesty.
In his late teens, one of Darius’ first sexual encounters had been in the toilet of a mall situated close to where he lived. This experience had left an indelible impression on him. The married guy who had fucked him was incredibly hot and the memory of that occasion, combined with the heady odour that only public toilets have, became an ongoing masturbation fantasy from henceforth.
Darius was well aware of the risks involved with lavatory engagements and sadly, found himself compelled to err on the side of caution. This new venue, however, as described by his friend, seemed to be a dream come true.
On Monday morning, when the thought of what may be awaiting him that day began to brew in his mind, Darius couldn’t wait for the next few hours to fly by. When he left his home at around eleven-thirty and headed for nirvana, Darius had butterflies in his stomach. As he drove he hoped like hell that he would have a successful encounter and felt his cock stiffen as he imagined that intoxicating smell of the ablution area. He was fuckin’ horny and sensed his mouth go dry in anticipation.
He was very impressed with the place when he eventually arrived. The entrances to the male and female toilets were on opposite ends of the ablution area. What particularly pleased him was that the toilets were completely surrounded by pebbles. He figured that unless you were a human-feline, anyone approaching the ablution area would be heard from a mile off.
After strategically parking his truck fifty-yards from the men’s entrance, Darius commenced his vigil. There were no other vehicles in the vicinity, but he wasn’t downhearted by this. It was only eleven-fifty, after all.
As Darius sat watching and sipping on a cold drink that he had bought en-route, he saw a figure appear in the entrance to the gent’s toilet area. Excitedly, he immediately got out of his vehicle and walked towards the entrance. As he entered there was a man standing at the urinal. The guy appeared to be in his fifties and looked fairly dishevelled, almost bordering on being a homeless person. He was about six-foot-tall and had a lithe physique.
The man’s clothing looked very old and extremely well-worn. In all fairness, he didn’t appear to be dirty. Framing his pleasant face his hair and beard were unkempt. He wasn’t what Darius had hoped for and as Darius summed him up, Darius began to have serious thoughts of simply exiting the latrine. The guys welcoming smile, however, stunted Darius’ escape. Caught between politeness and intrigue, Darius courteously mounted the urinal platform next to him.
Once Darius’ stare moved downward to the ‘goods’ that were being offered to him, Darius was blown away by the quality of the merchandise. Ordinary as this guy may have seemed, his genitals were of the highest order. With his left hand cupping his very long and thick uncut dick from below, he commenced bouncing his phallus on his hand enticingly, like a vendor offering a prospective buyer his finest objet d’art. Any reluctance Darius had previously felt, now evaporated instantly.
As Darius extended his left hand to touch the man’s cock, his hand was gently brushed away. As he looked into the guy’s face questioningly, the man lifted his right hand and with his palm facing upward, commenced rubbing his thumb over the tips of his middle and index fingers, in the universal gesture indicating that a payment would be required.
An instant jolt of annoyance flashed through Darius’ mind. He had never paid for sex before and felt aggrieved that this ordinary old man had the temerity to request recompense from him. Darius was on the verge of simply getting the fuck out of there when he once more glanced down at the wares on display. By now, the man’s left hand was actively toying with his knob and what had been impressive before, had turned into a magnificent erection. Swallowing hard, Darius knew that lust had won the day.
“How much,” Darius asked.
“Ten… that’s if you simply want to play with it, but if you want to suck it, it’ll be twenty more,” the man answered with a shitfaced grin.
By now, the man’s ample foreskin was tantalizingly moving up and down his shaft, offering glances of the moist pink head that it sheathed. As Darius looked at the enticing slimy orb as it disappeared and then reappeared, he practically began hyperventilating.
“Is kissing extra?” was all Darius could think of asking as his throat began to constrict with excitement.
“Nah, that’s complimentary," the man said with a chuckle.
“What if I want you to fuck me?” Darius asked.
“Mmm… the full package, well... that’ll be fifty bucks,” the guy answered, with the look of a serious negotiator.
By now, the guy sales presentation had reached fever pitch. He had bunched his foreskin over the head of his dick and he was running his right index finger inside the hood and encircling the clammy glans. As a final enticement, he then lifted his finger to his mouth and let his lips savour the mustiness of his hood. This was the final straw for Darius who by now was practically choking with lust.
Darius’ wallet was removed from his trouser pocket in a flash before he handed over the money.
“Do you want me to cum in your arse or in your mouth?” the man asked.
“For fifty bucks, I want both… if you are capable,” Darius replied cheekily.
After a boastful guffaw, the man looked at him and said, “No problem.”
“Is there an extra charge for that?” Darius asked, somewhat sarcastically.
“Nah, that’ll be on the house,” the guy replied.
Next, the man got off the urinal platform and unbuttoned his shirt. Following that, he pushed his shorts down to his ankles and offered himself to Darius. This was everything that Darius had hoped for that morning. He was finally about to touch one of the best looking dicks he had ever seen.