Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 10:24:56 -0400 From: Morn 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!