First time cruising

[Smoothshavendad]

Cruising is like this secret world that exists almost everywhere - but until you are aware of it it’s invisible. I can recall those I was probably cruised before and just didn’t realize it.

Once your plugged into it, you see it all the time. I am keenly aware of people when I enter any public men’s room. I notice when a guy is at a urinal but not peeing, or maybe lingering. Eyes darting around. I hear every sniff.

Someone mentioned rest areas. That made my cock perk up. I travel a lot for work. I almost always stop at a few restaurants areas. Depending on the time of day, if you know how, you are almost always going to at least see a nice hard cock.

Last week I was out of town for a few days. I left to return home on Thursday at 1 or so in the afternoon. I stopped at a rest area just outside of a big city before two. As I got out and stretched and slowly walked towards the bathrooms. As I did I noticed a guy just sitting facing the bathroom in a minivan. I made eye contact.

This rest area is unique in that there is no divider between the first two urinals. I walked to the second, pulled out my cock and gave it a couple strokes. Didn’t need to pee. Moments after the minivan guy walks up beside me to the first urinal. He pulls out an instantly very hard small cock. I was getting hard too. We jacked ourselves watching each other. I was getting close to cumming. Someone walks in, pees and leaves. We are still just standing there both still hard but not jacking. When he left my new friend reached for my cock. I played with his too. I love hard little dicks.

Then another person came in. It made me nervous and I reluctantly pushed my hard cock back into my khakis. I washed my hands and slowly walked back towards my car. I sat down and sat there a moment, kind of relishing the brief fun, and thinking about how close I was to an orgasm. Then the minivan pulls up into the space beside me. He nods for me to sit in the seat by him.

I get in his car and he has his pants around his ankles and that little cock is pointing straight up. I sat and started jacking him. He told me to stop because he was going to cum and he wanted to play with mine. I told him I was close too. He jacked me off, caught my load and ate it then finished himself off.

I got back in my car and settled in for a relaxed 3 hour drive home.

Also if you want a surprise treat, check out the local big box lumber/home store. Lots of married men like me that have a Saturday “honey do list” that stop in the men’s room to see what’s happening.

Love rest areas!!!

 

[stranger244]

I have never seen activity in my local Lowe's and HD. I wish.
My fantasy, one of several, is to hookup with a man in a changing room of department store.

 

[Britva415]

Just goggle gay meeting cruising spots or something like that.

"near me"

 

[wankerholic42]

Why has it taken me so long to discover this thread? In the 1970s and 80s I was a real cruising addict: public toilets, open spaces (daytimes and after dark), gay saunas, porn shops and even trains.

I used to commute between Clapham Junction and Waterloo. Many of the trains had single compartments. There was a gay code in that if you were interested in having some quick private fun on the journey home, one sat by the window on the station platform side facing down the platform to the end of the train. This way you could watch prospective males walking towards the front of the train and subsequently your carriage. Changing to a first person narrative, I’d open the carriage window and watch out for “the look” as each guy passed my carriage. If interest was shown, I stood up and opened the door window by sliding it down, then lean out and see if the guy who just passed looked back behind him. This often happened: I’d smile and eye contact was made.

Many times, the guy would walk back to my carriage door and I’d open it to let him in. The next stage was to prevent any other passengers coming in our carriage. This was attempted and usually achieved by standing up again and leaning out the window. It was strange that this ploy nearly always worked! I remember on one occasion, while I was standing at the window, my new companion started stroking my bottom, then reached round, unzipped me and had my rapidly hardening cock out. Once the train pulled out of the station, I turned and faced him and within seconds, our trousers were round our ankles as we furiously wanked each other off. We had five minutes before the next station!

My travel-mate leaned down and flipped the seat cushions over so the underside of them was facing upwards. So horny were we, we both shot our loads within a couple of minutes, spunking on the underside of the seats. He quickly flipped them back the right way as the train pulled into the next station, hiding the tell-tale signs of our activities. How thoughtful of him! He gave my arm a squeeze as he stepped out on to the platform. Not a word had been spoken between us during the whole incident.

Of course, other similar encounters on these trains, and believe me, there were many, did not require leaving a mess as our mouths and throats took care of our loads. I was a right whore in those days and I look back on them with horny affection. Actually, I’m thinking I might use a similar scenario in my next story. If you’re interested, check my profile to find the ones I’ve already written.