Fantasy Reality

- 1 -

Steve was used to the drive down through Wales. He lived in Lancashire, his parents in Carmarthenshire; it was not only the obvious route down in terms of speed and cost, but was much more interesting than sticking to motorways. And it avoided the toll on the Severn Bridge.
This was a quick, practical trip down over the weekend; his wife was still at home, getting up to who-knows-what, but probably just watching telly. Lovely as she was, she was also trustable. Safe.
It was times like these that his mind wandered to life before marriage. Freedom, not that he had been too bad. And, because of the stop ahead, to his bi-curious days.

It was probably due to an ex who used to be turned on by the idea, but he was open to the idea of some male-male fun, though in most fantasies, and all realities, it had been in the presence of a female. Not necessarily her; there had been one or two others.
That was what used to get him turned on the most, the idea that it was turning her on. Or was that just his excuse at the time?

Back then though he had sucked cock in front of her several times. And been sucked off by a guy and her at the same time. Had even gone so far as to mount one guy, a friend he knew well, while he was licking her out. And that had been a different girl. Woman. Hardly a girl. She was married with a child.
That had changed when he had settled down though.
A loving relationship that had been pretty much faithful.
But he couldn’t stop the thoughts though.
And it depended upon his mood as to the sex or sexes of the other or others involved.

He knew the stop was coming up. He’d done this trip several times, but of most importance was that he was desperate for the toilet and this was one of the few toilets in the cross-country stretch, short of parking in town centres, which he never bothered with.
There would be a sign before; not just the usual ‘P’, but indicating a picnic site and toilets also. Toilets!

There would be a small junction, leading to a car park just slightly off the road, with a picnic table and a toilet block.
Was it because he was planning on stopping because he was so desperate for the toilet, or because monogamy was driving him stir-crazy? A distraction or a fantasy? Either way he started thinking.

He would park up and go in the gents section. Another car already parked there, he would glance at the empty vehicle before locking his car and going in.
He would get his cock out and start peeing. A man would appear to his side at the urinal.
It was a trough-type urinal with one single area, he could remember that. Made of metal. Well, stainless steel probably, but that wasn’t here not there. A sink to the near side, next to the door. Two cubicles to the far side. He’d used the place before, but only for genuine purposes. And his wife had been present too sometimes.

The man would just stand there, alongside. Not getting his own cock out, but standing there. And looking. I’d be aware of that, even without looking round.
“Do you mind if I watch,” he asks.
“If you like,” I reply calmly.
“Do you mind?” he repeats.
“Not at all.”
“But do you enjoy it?”
“I guess so.”

In the car, I’m starting to get hard. What does he look like? Do I mind? Possibly not, possibly better just thinking of him as just there.
“You’re going to have to touch me after though,” I add.
“I’d like to do more than that,” he tells me.
“Oh yes?”
“I want to get my mouth around you.”

I almost wanted to piss in his mouth in my keenness. A stranger sucking me off. In a remote rest-stop.
“Watch me, then we’ll go in the cubicle.”
I glanced to the side without seeing his face and saw his hand stroking hard against the outside of his trousers over his crotch.

Very briefly I shut my eyes while driving along the road. The smile on my face said it all.
I was leading the way into the cubicle. Not in the taking-control-of-the-situation sort of leading the way. More a nervous, but excited, sort of way.
I laughed at having put my cock back in my trousers, but then laughed again because I hadn’t done up the zip.
I laughed because I was excited,; I laughed because I was scared.

“cum in my mouth if you want,” he told me as he shut the cubicle door behind him. “I’ll swallow.”
I reached down and pushed my jeans and boxers down in one move, revealing my already hardening cock.

I saw the turning into the stop and started braking quickly. There was no car behind to worry about.
The desperation for the toilet took over from my fantasy, so by the time I got out the car, my erection ahd gone to completely hidden levels. In practical terms, I was more relieved due to ease of pissing than any embarrassment.
In fact I was at the urinal pissing before I even reconsidered my fantasy. No one around.
Except now I heard footsteps outside.

I finished quickly. Possibly too quickly, with just one shake and stuffing my cock back in my jeans.
No water came out as I pushed down on the tap, so I left just the slightest glance at the man going in. Already I felt a little disappointed. Yes., he looked like he might be a bit dodgy.
By the time I got to the car, I was convinced he was gay and there purely for sex.
By the time I drove off I was kicked myself, metaphorically of course, for not having held my cool and stayed.

- 2 -

What came into my head first? The fantasy or the memory of the failed fantasy?
I had once or twice fantasised before about stopping. Don’t think I even had those times.
But on the way down I had come so close.
And then chickened out.
I only vaguely needed the toilet, but it was enough of an excuse to stop.
I could have continued, but wanted to stop.
Just in case something happened.

Okay, in reality, I knew it wouldn’t.
I knew the guy who had walked in last time on the way down had just been a regular guy needing the toilet. He had a wife and wasn’t interested in men.
I had a wife too. I was interested though. Maybe he had been too.

I parked up and walked into the building, then to the urinal.
I could hear someone inside one of the two cubicles.
There was no questioning it, I just walked into the other cubicle.
Two things to note; it was not a respectable type of building, so there were holes in both the doors of the cubicles and the walls in between, and also they were too engrossed to notice me.
“Oh yes,” I heard gasped as I went into the cubicle. “Yes, lick me. Ahhh. Oh yes! Suck me.”

It wasn’t shouted to the neighborhood, but it also wasn’t quiet. They didn’t know I was there.
I looked around the cubicle and saw the spy-hole in the partition. There was no way I could resist looking through that.
I was expecting like you might see on a porno DVD I guess. But it was too close for that. I couldn’t see one guy’s face, but got an unbelievable close up of the other one, moving fast over the first one’s cock. The cock was so hard, the guy’s expression so serious but passionate. I was hypnotized by it.

A hand rested on my side, followed by a body close behind. Well, the fingers reached around my side and the palm on my bum cheek. The body pressed up against my back, just slightly to the left. And by back I mean backside also, since I felt his cock against my crack, no mistaking.
“Got a good view?” he murmured into my ear.
Fantasies are one thing, reality is another; I couldn’t think of a thing to say. I couldn’t have said a thing even then.
I had just walked into the cubicle and got caught up in happenings, not shutting the door behind me. Someone else had followed me in. Or been around. I don’t know. I had a body up behind me.
“You’re definitely interested in them,” he added, the hand moving forward, so the palm was now on my side. And the fingers in front. On my erection.
Was it the best thing or the worst thing that it felt so good?
This was what I wanted in my fantasies though. Wasn’t it?
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“What are they up to?” he asked.

They had now stopped, but it was only afterwards I realised they had finally known I was there and were listening. I later wondered if they fully stopped or just continued silently, listening to us, getting off more on us.
“One is sucking the other’s cock,” I told him.
“Yes?” The hand moved slightly but significantly against my own cock.
“He’s so hard but the other has got him fully in his mouth. He’s moving so fast sucking him off.”
“Would you have started wanking over them?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation. And this was reality now I reminded myself. But I would have done.
“Go on then.”

I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock; I might as well have been in a trance it was so automatic. My hand was gently but firmly moving back and forth on my cock, my eye still fixed to the hole in the cubicle wall.
A tongue licked against the tip of my cock. I breathed in deep but didn’t pull back, continuing to look, continuing to wank.
“You don’t mind.”
It wasn’t a question.
“No,” I breathed, carrying on.

He managed to balance his tongue on the end of my cock despite the movement, before suddenly seeming to breathe in, engulfing me in his mouth. At that point I turned away from the hole towards him.
A bald but young head was bobbing back and forth on me, tongue working furiously. The pair next door were forgotten. I even grasped onto the frame of the cubicle to keep my balance.
I looked up, saw the frame almost vibrating in my vision, then looked down at him again. Everything overtook me and I almost fainted as I came in his mouth. I couldn’t have warned him if I tried.
He pulled back at that point and made a point of licking his lips before swallowing gratuitously. I came a bit more, looking down at my cock to see it dribble more white liquid. He caught it in his open palm, and in one smooth motion, lick it up.
“Shit!” was the unceremonious exclamation I gave, still grasping the open door.

I almost reacted to the two guys in view, both short-haired and cocks out watching us. I didn’t though, merely acknowledging them in my head.
Fuck, let them watch if they want too!
He gave a final lick on my cock as if to convince me.
“So you up for sucking me off too?” he asked.