Just a quick hook up tale that I hope you find interesting.
All the characters are over 18.
As usual I want to thank LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance.
Helpful comments are always appreciated.
Enjoy.
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I stood at the urinal, pretending to take a leak, for a minute or so. Anyone paying attention would have realized I wasn't actually pissing. The tell tale hissing ring of piss on porcelain was missing. In my experience, people who are there to take a leak isolate themselves. They don't want to know what is going on around them. The only people who pay attention to shit like that or people, like me, who weren't there because they needed to piss.
I stepped back, pretended to shake off and displayed my half-hard cock. I wasn't worried the other dude might be a cop. He'd been there twenty minutes earlier when I first ducked in, when I really did need to take a piss. Even though I needed to piss, I still paid attention. He hadn't been taking a leak. He just stood there, casting sidelong glances without moving his head. I pissed and then did my circuit of the lake. I've learned it's a bad idea to just go someplace to cruise. Go for a reason: a walk, find a new book, whatever, once that's done if opportunity arises, fine. You're less desperate if the primary reason your there is not to cruise. When you let yourself get desperate, that's when you fuck up.
I wasn't particularly horny that day. Like most guys, I'm always a little horny but it wasn't one of those days where all you can think about is getting off. I enjoyed my run. The weather wasn't too bad, a little hot for my taste and way too humid but not bad. It was mid-afternoon on a weekday. There weren't a lot of people out. As I approached the parking lot, I debated whether or not to check out the bathroom or just head home. I had the rest of the day to myself. I could shower, put on some porn, pick out a couple of toys, and make an afternoon of it. I shrugged, literally. I remember standing by my car, shrugging and then heading toward the bathroom.
He was still there, standing at the same urinal, still not pissing. He was bolder that time. He turned enough for me to see he was already sporting wood. I stepped back and gave him that little flash. I was fairly sure he'd follow me. I shrugged, mentally that time, and decided I didn't really care. If I got to my car and he wasn't following, I'd go home. If he were following, I'd stay. Either way it was not that big a deal.
He followed and I walked past my car. He was an okay looking guy. I guessed he was a few years older than me. He was a few pounds heavier, but not a tubster. I already knew he had a nice dick. I'd only gotten a glimpse but it looked like a nice seven incher. I couldn't see if it was cut or not. I hoped not. I prefer uncut dick. Don't get me wrong. I don't like a cheesy dick but a clean cock with all its parts is hot.
Don't get me wrong about something else. I wasn't lurking in that john. I don't lurk. I despise faggots that hang around in public johns making everybody afraid they can't let their kid go in without a police escort. I went in the first time to take a leak. The second time I was in there less than a minute, just long enough to see if the dude was still there and confirm he was someone I'd not mind a casual get together with. I wasn't ready to invite him home but he was definitely okay for an afternoon fling.
I don't sit in the stall, or hang out at a urinal all day, bothering people. I check it out and if there is clearly someone interested in playing, great. If not, fine. And, this is important, I don't play around in the john. I go some place for a little privacy, not for me but the public. If there are other fags around who want to watch, well fuck, the more the merrier but I don't fuck around in a place where people who don't want to participate have to deal with it.
I wasn't worried he was a cop, not at all. That wasn't my first trip around the block. He was alone. I had checked out the picnic tables and parking lot. There were no out of place, sun-glassed dudes, or gals, pretending to read while continually glancing at the bathroom. There were no cars or vans with "snoozing" occupants. He was alone. I'd never seen a cop work alone, not a real one. Mall security sometimes, but they just tell you to get the fuck out. They aren't worried about someone going ape shit because they're being arrested. What's more, he had made the first move. He showed me his cock when he recognized I had already been in there once.
Besides, if he was a cop and was going to bust me, he'd have done it as soon as I showed him my crank.
About a quarter of a mile from the parking lot there's a low broad gully where a sometimes stream flows into the lake. You know where it is. This late in the summer it's dry unless we've had rain, which we haven't. It's covered in stunted cottonwoods and tall shrubs or short trees, beats the fuck out of me what the difference is. Anyone with anything on the ball looks at that place, or any place like it, in any park anywhere in the country, maybe the world, and says "that's were the faggots hang out".
There were plenty of little nooks and crannies that sheltered you from the path. It wasn't a place to get fucked. It was either too muddy or too weedy or both but it was fine for getting a little quick noggin, or giving a little noggin.
He didn't hesitate. He followed me right in, like he'd been there before. Like I said it was the middle of the afternoon. The business dudes who stopped by for a little lunch break quickie were gone. As far as I could tell we had the place to ourselves.
I stepped into the cleft between two tall bushes, making sure there wasn't any poison ivy or poison oak, turned and pulled my dick out and started working it. I was wearing running shorts so all I had to do was push the top down and fish it out.
