Cruising for Cock - Part 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

I lay there on the made up bed my head on the guys hairy chest, our legs entwined, still both sticky after a torrid sex session. My ass felt sloppy and my mouth still moist from the pleasures bestowed on me by this well endowed man. Just an hour earlier we were two strangers looking for sex in the public toilets of a motorway service station.

The guy got up off the bed apologised and said he had to get going and continue his journey. I got dressed we shook hands like two businessmen completing an important deal and I returned to my car.

I sat there long after he had drove off and it dawned on me I didn’t even know his name yet we had explored each others bodies like we had known each other for years. At 23 although young I had been with a number of guys, but this was the first time I’d picked up a stranger and had sex with him. My head was spinning with a variety of emotions but the overriding feeling was of excitement. The thrill of picking this guy up in a public toilet and then having sex with him sucking his cock and letting him fuck me gave me a tremendous buzz one I knew I wanted to repeat.

I had been looking for a new job and was lucky enough to be offered two, one was desk based in an office the other mobile covering a large part of central England from the Wash in the East to Shrewsbury in the West down as far as Oxford and north to Manchester. I took the reps job and after 12 months in the job it has proved to be a good choice.

The guy I met in the motorway services had mentioned a couple of sites on the Internet for guys who liked cruising. I joined both and soon had a list of places stored on my PDA.

The first one I tried was a public toilet on the east side of Birmingham in the car park of a railway station. I parked my car in the car park and went into the toilets, to my surprise it was one of the older types no stainless steel to be seen anywhere. By the urinals there were a number of comments and a mobile phone number. I jotted the number down on the back of my hand and went to have a look in the cubicle. I closed the door and put the bolt across. The back of the door was covered in stories and little comments with drawings. I got my cock out and stroked it while I read the horny text. I love the smell in these places it is so masculine and dirty it really turns me on, perhaps I’m weird I don’t know but I always get off on the smell.


No one was around so I went back in the car and rang the mobile number. I left a vague message on the voice mail mentioning the railway station but not being to specific just so as not to get the person into trouble. I hung around in the car but nothing was happening so I moved onto my next appointment.

I was staying in and around Birmingham for the next few days and tried a couple of other cruising places but had no luck. On the way home on Friday evening I had to pass near the toilets at the railway station so I decided to give it one more try. I got out of the car and walked slowly over to the entrance looking around to see if there was anyone sitting in a car. It was then I noticed a guy standing on the bridge over the railway, I looked up at him and smiled, he just stared back at me. I went into the toilet walking past the one and only cubicle, which was empty and checked the urinals. Just above the urinals were a number of open windows I looked out and caught the eye of the guy standing on the bridge. He proceeded to walk over the bridge towards the toilets, I went into the cubicle shut the door but left the bolt off.

Shortly after I heard footsteps, the person walked passed the cubicle and over towards the urinals. My heart was pounding and my mouth dry, my cock hard against my leg. There were a couple of small holes drilled into the plaster between the cubicle and the urinals I looked through but couldn’t see the guy. Then I heard footsteps again, I could see the shadow of the guy - he was just in front of the cubicle door. I was so excited I nearly came in my briefs. The guy pushed the door open slightly, I didn’t say anything, I’m not sure I could. He waited a second or two before pushing it open further, he looked around the door looked at me and hurried into the cubicle shutting the door behind him.

He was older than me, I would say about in his thirties with short dark hair, wearing a t-shirt scruffy coat and tight jeans that barely concealed his bulge. He looked down at me and grunted something about sucking his cock, I just nodded and in a coupe of seconds his zip was undone and his cock was in my warm mouth. The size was nothing special and I easily took him in my mouth all the way down to his balls. He placed both hands on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth really hard. I held onto his cute ass and pushed him hard against me. Within a couple of minutes he started to pant his cock got harder and I knew he was going to cum. He went to pull out of my mouth but I held his ass tight pulling him against my face, two jets of warm cum hit the back of my throat the taste was intense but oh so good. I felt like a dirty slut he slipped from my mouth and two more jets of cum shot out over my face and chin dripping onto my shirt and tie. Cum was oozing from his cock, I went to take hold of him to lick his knob clean, but in seconds he’d slipped his cock back in his jeans and was gone out of the door.

I reached forward and slid the bolt across and sat back down on the seat, wow that was amazing I was on such a high. My whole body was tingling, the taste of his cum had subsided in my mouth, but the smell of it on my shirt and tie lingered on. I undid my zip and wanked myself off shooting a heavy load of thick cum all over my shirt. I stayed in the cubicle for least another 10 minutes trying to calm myself down, my heart was still pounding and I felt quite shaky. Eventually I calmed down enough to go back to the car and I set off for home.

The journey was only about an hour but I went over in my mind what had happened that evening and how once again it had excited me. When I arrived home the work for next week had already arrived on my fax machine. I jotted down the areas I was to be covering and went upstairs to the computer and logged into the cruising site so I could plan my visits for the forth coming week.

To be continued…

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