Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 10:24:56 -0400
From: Morn <akamorn@aim.com>
Subject: Flea Market Finds

It was a beautiful Sunday and I was in the mood for a drive.  Not any old
drive, of course, but what I call a "Dickin Drive."  I needed to find some
strange dick to stick in my mouth or at least in my hand and get my dick in
a strange mouth.

When I get in these moods, I long for the days of the old rustic roadside
rest stops.  You know, the kind made out of wood, with a long tin trough
for a urinal and two or three booths with glory holes between and the one
that is next to the urinal has at least a peep hole as well.  I used to be
a regular visitor at places like that.  Some were infamous for the gay
activity that went on there and some were less popular but still could be
fun...day or night.

Back in the years when I was trying desperately to be straight, I would
date a girl and drop her off at home by 11 or so and then head to one of
these rest areas about an hour away from my home and camp out there for the
rest of the night, not leaving until the sun rose.  And a good time was had
by all.

Alas, those rustic roadside rest stops don't exist anymore, at least not in
areas that I've been to over the past several years.  They have been
eliminated, shut down, grown over and replaced by modern facilities with
partitions between the urinals and are usually "attended" by someone (male
or female) who can scare the tics off a dog.

Anyway, after I read the Sunday paper and indulged in three cups of coffee
I noticed that it was still relatively early in the morning.  I decide to
take off in search of some dick.  I got in the car and headed towards the
turnpike after deciding to travel a little more than an hour to an antique
flea market that is in an area filled with antique flea markets.  There is
one in particular that I have in mind where I want to visit a men's room
that is not necessarily active, but interesting.  Also, the trip on the
turnpike would allow me the opportunity to "spy" on fellow urinal users, as
there are no partitions at the service plazas.  There's no activity, but
lots of looking, at least on my part.  There's one service plaza on my way
to where I was going and one on the way back.

I grabbed my ticket as I went through the gate and in just a little over a
mile, I pulled into the first rest area.  I walked into the men's room and
there is one man standing at one of the middle (out of about ten) urinals.
I went one beyond him (to allow for the proper urinal etiquette) and
unzipped and let loose the first of my coffee that wanted out.  I glanced
down and to my left and could see that this other gentleman has not removed
his pecker from his pants but appears to be pissing through his zipper
slot.  Oh well, I can fake it for a little while.  I pinched off my flow
and just stood there for a bit until he finished and left the area to wash
his hands.

As he walked away, another fellow came in and walked one urinal beyond me.
I discreetly looked down at myself and tilted my head to the right ever so
slightly so that I can see if he shows anything.  He unzipped and pulled
out a rather hefty looking tool.  Only the first two or three inches was
showing, but I can see that it's a nice looking cock.  He started to piss
and I left go the rest of my stream that I've been holding in, while
another guy comes in and stands at the urinal to my left, ignoring the
"comfort zone" usually afforded at urinals.  This second guy pulled out his
whole dick, balls and all, and peeled back his foreskin and left loose a
strong stream.  I am torn as to which way to look.  Both dicks are
beautiful and I can't look away from either one.  Fortunately, the guy to
my right is just about finished and when he is, he shook that beautiful
thick piece of meat and tucked it away inside his pants and zips up as he
walked away.

I glanced again at the guy on the left and I have forgotten that I stopped
pissing a few moments ago.  I think he knew I was looking because when he
finished, rather than shaking it dry, he stroked it, back to front as if to
squeeze the last few drops of piss from that shaft.  Since I'm aware at
this point that he is watching me as well, I repeat his action with my own.
We stared at each other's cocks for a moment until someone else came in and
took a position at another urinal at the beginning of the lineup and the
guy on my left tucked it away and left.  I stood there for a few minutes
more as more men walked in and decide to use the stalls and urinals, but
there wasn't much showing at this point.  Then an attendant came in and I
decided that it's time to leave.

I returned to the turnpike and it's another 45 minutes of travel before I
get to the exit I'll take to get to the flea market that I am headed to.  I
know that by the time I get there, I will need to release more coffee which
will give me a legitimate reason for heading straight to the men's room.

This men's room is anything but modern.  As you step through the door, if
you make an immediate right there is a small area, just barely big enough
for two normal sized men to stand at separate urinals with no partition
between.  Right past that area are four booths along the right wall, cinder
block walls between (no chance of glory or even peep holes there) and
beyond that, a small alcove that houses another urinal of the down to the
floor variety.

I have found in the past that if a single person is utilizing one of two
urinals, even if it is the far one, most men will bypass that area and use
one of the stalls or go to the rear of the room and use the single one.
This is especially true if one person is using the urinal that is nearest
the entry to the area, because one cannot pass behind the person standing
there without body contact.  However, if the rest of the bathroom is being
used, or if the entering person is not particularly shy, he will enter and
stand shoulder to shoulder with someone already there.

And that is what I hoped for when I went in.  The area has always been
empty and I go to the farther urinal and stand, hoping that someone will
overcome shyness and stand next to me to pee.  The urinals are so close
together that if one glances down at one's own dick, one cannot help but
see what's in the hand of the guy next door.

I arrived and find a parking place just in time to feel a little pressure
in my bladder that tells me I actually do have to go.  I head for the door
to the market and make my way in and follow the path to the bathroom.  I
walked in and am rather surprised as I round the corner to see that there
is a fellow standing at the far urinal.  He is standing a bit farther back
than what normal positioning would be and I decide to stand next to him.  I
entered the area and look at his face; he smiled and said, "Hi."

I smiled back and say, "Morning."

He scooted a little to his left and said, "It's a little tight, but there's
room for two."

I laughed and step up to the urinal.  As I unzip, I looked down at myself
and pulled out my dick, pulled the foreskin back and started to piss.  As I
looked down, I can't help but see his dick...another beautiful piece and it
appears to be semi hard and not emitting a stream.

I looked up at the wall in front of me and from the corner of my eye I can
see that he was looking at me as well.  I turned my head and smiled at him
then look straight over to his now getting harder cock.  He stroked and
even though I still have a strong stream coming from mine, it cuts off as
my own dick hardened a little.  He nodded and stroked some more as I
managed to finish pissing before my dick got completely hard and the two of
us stood there stroking our own dicks.

Someone came in the door and interrupted our action momentarily but as soon
as he went back to a booth we both stepped back a bit and continued
stroking.  Then I reached over to stroke him and he did the same to me.
His is the kind of dick that I am yearning for.  It's not all that long,
maybe 6 inches, but it is thick and uncut.  We continued to play with each
other until someone else walked in the door and the other guy walks out.
Then another guy came in and I guess the sudden activity spooked my urinal
partner and he tucked his cock away (not exactly an easy task at this
point) and left.  Damn!

Since he vacated the urinal that was farthest from the door and it's
doubtful that anyone will squeeze past me to use it, I quickly moved over
to that one leaving the one I was at open with easy access.  I just stood
there, pretending to wait for my stream to start again.  I'm older and
sometimes, older men can get away with standing at a urinal without
actually doing anything.

The two that came in that spooked the other guy eventually left and I was
left alone in the men's room for a while.  A stream of guys came in and
either went to the back urinal or into one of the booths.  I kept watching
them as discreetly as I could as they passed hoping that someone nice would
decide to stand next to me.  Eventually one did, but he was a urinal
hugger, no chance of seeing anything.  Another one came in, but he just
barely pulled the head out of his pants to piss and his hand obscured the
view.  A bit later and another one stood next to me and pulled his dick out
all the way and started to piss and put his hands on the wall above the
urinal.  A free shot for looking and I glanced down and looked.  It was a
dick pissing, and big or little, thick or thin, I don't care, I like
watching someone take a leak.  Unfortunately, he finished, shook it off and
stuffed it back in his pants and left.

I stood there alone in the bathroom except for one guy who was in a booth
farting away.  After a few minutes it was as if a bus had parked outside
and everyone needed to go to the bathroom.  At first just a couple of guys
came in and headed for the booths or the back single urinal.  But more came
in and it was obvious there was going to be a waiting line.  This is when I
would normally vacate the premises and wander around the market for a
little bit, giving legitimate pissers the chance to relieve themselves.
But a rather large gentleman had joined me at the other urinal and was
blocking the way out.  There was no seeing what he had because of his
girth; I doubt that he had even seen his own dick in several years, except
passing a mirror.  So I just stood there waiting for him to leave.  He
finished, but before I could tuck myself away and zip up, another, less
portly man, good looking by any standards, joined me.  I had to stay, of
course.

I got a good look at his dick, nothing fancy but still a pissing dick.
Damn, I was getting hard again.  He finished up and left the area, only to
be replaced by another.  I stayed longer and got another good look at a
very nicely endowed older gentleman.  I think he knew I was looking because
he lingered a little longer than necessary and gave it a stroke before
shaking it dry.

I may not be getting any sex today, but I am certainly getting my fill of
looking at dick.  However, the line was still waiting, so as this last guy
zipped up, so did I and we left at the same time.  He left the men's room;
I went back to the sinks to wash my hands, hoping that if I took long
enough, I could take my place back where I was.  The line was still waiting
when I finished drying my hands, so I left the bathroom.

I walked around the market for about 20 minutes and then took a position at
one stand where I could keep an eye on the bathroom door.  I'm sure the
owner of that stand wondered why I was looking at that particular piece of
pottery for such a long time.  The line seemed to have disappeared and
those coming out of the bathroom slowly dissipated and I walked back to the
door.

I walked in and turned the corner to take my normal position and found that
it was already occupied.  So I took the space next to him.  By now, I had
the last of the coffee that wanted out, so I let loose another stream.
Glancing down at myself and slightly to the left, I could see the head of
his cock.  It was a nice mushroom head, but that was all I could see.  He
shook it off, tucked it in and zipped up.

He touched me on the back as he passed behind me and said, "Excuse me," and
left the bathroom.

I moved to the left, just in case anyone wanted to join me and didn't have
long to wait until someone came in, started to make the turn but saw me
there and backed off to use one of the booths.

I said, "It's tight, but there's room for two."

He said, "That's OK, I'll use a booth."

Well, the next guy in the door heard that conversation and turned the
corner, stepped in and said, "It IS tight."

But he stepped up to the urinal and unzipped and took his dick out.  And
took it out all the way.  I saw yet another piece of meat that was a joy to
behold.  He wasn't shy either.  He continued to talk as he started to piss.
He mentioned the beautiful weather and I had to agree with him.  I looked
in his eyes once when he said something but then glanced down at my own
dick when I answered.  He was friendly, but I could tell that nothing was
going to happen with him, but I enjoyed the sight all the same.  He zipped
up and went back to wash his hands and as he passed me on his way out,
glanced over, winked at me and bid me a good day.  The first guy that went
to the booth had already left while this one was washing his hands.

I was alone again and this time for quite a while...but I stayed.  I was
having too much fun.  Several came in but went to the booths or the lone
urinal in the back.  A few stood next to me as I stood there holding my
dick in my fingers, some I could see, others I could not see, but I stayed
a little longer.  I stayed until my legs and feet got tired of standing in
the same position and I decided to go walking for a while.

I left the bathroom and headed opposite from where I went before.  As I was
walking, I caught sight of that first guy that I encountered in the
bathroom when I first went in.  I decided to follow him, keeping a discreet
distance.

Eventually, he headed back into the bathroom, and of course, I followed him
in.  He wasn't in the tight urinal area, which disappointed me a little.
But I took up my position against the wall and waited.  Someone came in and
joined me and there was yet another cock to look at.  As this guy was
standing there and I was looking at his dick, the guy I followed washed his
hands and came up to the mirror on the wall where he could see who was
standing at the urinals.  I wasn't aware of this until the guy next to me
left and I glanced out after him.  That's when I saw the original guy.  He
winked at me and backtracked to the sink and stayed there until the other
guy left the room.  Then he came back to me and stood with me at the double
urinal, took his cock out and started playing with it.

We played with each other for about a full 5 minutes before someone coming
in the bathroom interrupted us.  That person went to a booth and the fellow
who's dick I had been stroking leaned over and asked me if I wanted to go
out to the parking lot with him.  I agreed and we both zipped up and left
the room, him a little ahead of me.  I followed him out one of the doors
and as we got outside, we both reached for a cigarette.

He asked me if I had a place to go and I said sure, if he wanted to get on
the turnpike and travel for an hour.  That idea was out of the question as
he was married and couldn't wander too far from home that day.  He said he
had a work van with no windows in the back and I said that sounded good to
me.  He led me to his van, a panel van and I was surprised to see that the
inside of it was cleaned up, not what I'm used to seeing work vans look
like.  It was carpeted in the back and he threw an old quilt on top of the
carpet and we both got inside and he shut the doors.  It was private, but
there was enough light coming in from the windshield and front windows that
we could see.

Being a married guy, I didn't expect him to do what he did next.  He
grabbed me and pulled me close to him and kissed me and not just a peck on
the lips, but a full mouth and tongue kiss.  I figured I was going to get
to suck his cock and make him cum and he'd probably give me a hand job at
the most.  I wasn't expecting a kiss.  He did tell me that he really wanted
to take his time and have a good make out and sex session, but he had to
leave shortly to take care of family matters.  He suggested sixty-nining
and I agreed.

After a little nipple play and a little more mouth play, we unzipped each
other and took our jeans off and sixty-nined.  His thick dick filled my
mouth and it was good, a recently showered taste with just enough man sweat
to make it ever so slightly salty.  I enjoy an uncut cock and loved snaking
my tongue under his foreskin, sucking the foreskin over top of the head and
then sucking the head through the skin until I get enough suction going to
make it come out again.

For his part, he was doing a mighty fine job polishing my cock as well.  It
felt good, and the better it felt, the more I was driven to make him feel
better, too.  Finally, after about ten minutes of mutual oral sex, he
started groaning and I got more intense in my oral work until I pushed him
off my dick so he could just enjoy himself as I finished up.  He warned me
that he was cumming and I just moaned back that it was all good and I
wasn't going to let him waste a drop.  In one final heave of breath and
hips, he shot his load into my mouth, it was a big load and I hungrily
gulped it down.  Four or five more pumps and he was spent.  He lay back to
catch his breath as I milked the last few drops of cum from his now limp
(but no less impressive) cock.

Then he rolled me onto my back and said, "Now it's my turn, or should that
be, now it's your turn."

I said, "Either way," as his mouth once again took over my still hard cock.
It didn't take me long.

I still tasted his cum in my mouth when I said, "Here it cums."

He didn't back away, so I let it fly.  And he drained my dick, much in the
same fashion that I drained him, except that after I cum, I get very
sensitive and continued mouth action can actually drive me to a second
cumming.  He tried, but I had to push him away to recover.

I caught my breath as he rummaged through a box and brought out a container
of wet wipes for both of us to clean up.  We wiped each other off (although
there wasn't much to clean up since we both had swallowed) and embraced in
a pants-less kiss and then he said that he had to get moving.  We put on
our pants and he opened the back door to the van to check things out.  No
one was around so we both got out and said our goodbyes.  He said something
about hoping to run into me again sometime soon and I said that would be
great.  I walked back into the market as he pulled out of his parking
space.

Phew!  What a great time.  I should go home now.  But I didn't.

Although this particular antique flea market is open until four on Sunday
afternoon, the crowds start thinning out around noon.  It was just a little
before noon and as I said, I was horny.  Usually, once will hold me for a
while, but today, success wanted more success.  So I headed back in.

Fully aware that my breath smelled like cum, I went to a food stand and
bought a hot dog and a coke and sat and enjoyed both before I got up and
headed back to the men's room.  I entered and figured out that I was alone
so I grabbed my left urinal position against the wall and took my dick out
and stood there waiting.  I didn't wait long before someone came in, it was
a kid...not a young kid as in a teenager, but to me 20s or 30s is still a
kid.  He looked at me and kept walking but at some point turned around and
came back to stand next to me to piss.

He stood there for a moment and I thought I saw movement from the corner of
my eye as I stood there staring at the wall in front of me.  I glanced down
at myself and of course over at him and saw that his dick was hard and he
was jerking off rather vigorously.  I twinged into semi-hardness and we
exchanged glances.  I reached over to help him out and he pushed me away
and said silently that he just wanted an audience.  So we stood there
jerking off together.  Someone else came in and we only stopped momentarily
until that person went into a booth and then continued jerking off.  It
didn't take him long until he shot a long string of cum into the urinal,
milked himself dry, zipped up and left.  He didn't flush the urinal but
left his cum clinging to the back of it.  I decided to let it go.

The guy who interrupted our JO session left and shortly afterwards, someone
else walked in.  This fellow, just joined me at the other urinal without a
second thought and as he unzipped his fly, looked into the urinal and said,
"Damn, looks like someone shot a load in here."

I glanced over just as he pulled his dick out of his pants...all the way
and said, "Oh wow, I didn't notice that."

He said, "Well, I'll just have to see if I can wash it down." And with that
that, let go a strong stream of piss.  He said, "See, there it goes."
Well, that was an invitation to look, so I did, and he stepped back so that
I could watch the cum being washed away and of course get a great look at
his dick.

It was large, thick, almost as thick as a beer can and appeared to be at
least 5 inches long and it was still soft.  He pissed for a long time and
the stream was strong almost the whole time he went.  I had looked away,
but he issued another invitation to check out that there was no cum hanging
onto the bowl so I looked again.  It was then that he stroked his cock,
milking the last drops out.  Was it my imagination, or did it stiffen up a
little bit?  He stroked it a few more times and I knew it wasn't my
imagination.

Then he said, "Damn, washing down someone else's cum makes me want to cum
myself."

I said, "Go ahead, I'll watch, unless you want some help."

He offered it to me and I took a couple strokes and then he said, "Follow
me."

We walked back to the last booth and he had me go in and sit on the toilet.
He came in and closed the door and told me to brace my legs on the door so
that it looked like only one person was in there.  I did that and he
stepped into my face with that beautiful magnificent cock.  I sucked for
what it was worth...and it was worth a mouthful.  A few guys wandered into
the bathroom and took care of business but never suspected that there were
two guys in the last stall.

Five minutes of sucking and he warned me that he was ready.  I removed my
mouth just long enough to say go ahead and went back to the task at hand.
I could tell when he shot his load into my mouth that he really wanted to
grunt and holler but he kept it at a minimum, although he was breathing
heavily.  He heaved one last spurt into my mouth and grabbed a wad of
toilet paper and cleaned himself off, zipped up and turned to check if it
was all clear to go.  As he left the stall, he blew me a kiss and mouthed
the words "Thank You Buddy."

I stayed, sitting on the toilet to catch my breath.  I sat there for a
minute thinking that it was probably time to go since it couldn't get any
better than that.  I left the stall, washed my hands and headed for the
door.  However, as I passed the double urinal, there was someone standing
there, dick in plain view, and he was looking at me.  So I stood next to
him and pulled out my dick, again.  Now after that hot session in the
cubicle, I was ready to shoot my own second load.  And while this new guy
at the urinal didn't appear to be all that, I figured that I would get my
load taken care of, even if it was just a JO session and I would leave.  A
JO session was all it was, but he came first and zipped up and left me with
a hard on and no one to help me take care of it.  So I stood there some
more after moving to the left urinal.

It didn't take long until several men came in, but none stood beside me.
Some left and were replaced by others but still no one stood beside me.  I
was just about to leave when someone did stand beside me.  He was a big
man, not fat, but big stature.  He was good looking.  He reminded me a
little of Al from that Tim Allen show. He didn't really look like Al, but
similar build.

We exchanged greetings and he asked if I thought there was room there for
him.  I moved over to the left at an angle that left no room for doubt that
I was not peeing and told him there was plenty of room.  He stepped in and
stood about a foot away from the urinal, which offered me a great view if
only he would take his full dick out of his pants, which he did.  Damn,
another beautiful cock to stare at and it was fully out of his jeans, balls
and all.  He knew it was beautiful and he knew I was looking and I grew
instantly hard.  I watched, as he didn't piss.

After shaking it a little, trying to coax out a stream, he said, "Hmm, I
had to go when I walked in."  And then, "Well, can't piss might as well
play."  And he started stroking.  And it grew.  That cock must have been 9
inches long once he got it fully engorged.  I would have loved to wrap my
lips around it and take as much of it as I could.

I reached over to touch it and he lightly pushed away my hand.  He
whispered that he was married and wouldn't cheat on his wife, but that he
enjoyed a JO session with a guy on occasion.  He didn't consider that
cheating.  I said that I understood (I didn't really, but I wanted to watch
that magnificent cock shoot) and the two of us jerked off together.  We
were interrupted a couple times but we went right back to work.  He started
breathing heavy and I knew he was going to blow shortly so I strengthened
my stokes and once I saw that first stream shoot from that glorious
mushroom head, I stuck my hand underneath to catch a little in my palm.  He
almost pushed me away again, but realized I wasn't going to touch him and I
got a good-sized dollop of cum in my hand, which I transferred to my
tongue.  Once it hit my tongue I started shooting my own wad.  He chuckled,
thought it was funny what I had done.

He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up and headed back to the
sink to wash his hands.  I followed to do the same.  As he turned to leave,
he asked me if I cum here often and I told him that I might cum more often
now that I'd met him.  He chuckled again and bid me a good day and left.

OK, I saw countless numbers of cocks, I touched several, sucked off two,
came twice and now I feel completely sated and can finally go home.

I got into the car and headed out to the turnpike.  As I said before, there
is a service plaza on the way to and one on the way home.  I am sated, and
I have no intention of stopping at the one on the way home.  My plan is to
drive right on by.

Well, the best laid plans.  Suddenly, I was thirsty.  There is no place on
the turnpike to stop for a soda, except the service plaza.  As I approached
the exit for the plaza, I argued with myself, I can probably wait until I
get home to get a soda, but I'm thirsty now.  I'm not horny anymore, just
thirsty.  I found myself taking the exit for the plaza, parked the car and
walked to the door, fully intending to get a soda a leave.

However, as I walked through the door, which is just opposite the entrance
to the men's room, another bear type was walking into the bathroom and I
just had to follow him in. Damn, I'm such a pig!

As I turned the corner, I spotted my bear at one of the middle urinals and
I went right up next to him, ignoring men's room urinal etiquette and
unzipped and let a little stream go.  I glanced down and to my left and
there's a big ole bear dick sticking out in the air pissing up a storm.  I
must have gasped out loud, because he chuckled and turned to me and smiled
and looked down at my dick.  I watched until he emptied his bladder and he
stroked it twice and shook it several times, tucked back in, zipped up and
turned to leave.  But as he turned to leave, he reached down and patted me
on the ass.  My dick was hard again...damn!

I thought to myself that nothing was going to happen here, it's too public
and too well attended.  So I just stood there until my dick went down as a
few other men came in and stood in place at urinals.  I looked over and saw
a few here and there and ended up staying in the john for another 10
minutes.  I guess I hoped my bear would come back in, but he didn't.  An
attendant came in and started pretending to be cleaning the bathroom, so I
zipped up and left, bought my coke and took off down the road.

The bear incident left me hungry for more, but I knew there would be no
more, at least not there at the service plaza.  So I went home to plot my
course of action for the next day.

Damn!  I'm such a pig!