It had been a long drive back. Then to top it off there was a diversion.
The problem was. I was bursting for a piss.
This traffic was not helping me at all.
I decided to try another way home.
Then I saw it. Public toilets and they looked open.
I pulled over and tried not to look like I was about to piss myself.
Even though I had not been to toilets like these in ages. The look and the smell come right back.
On entering there was a couple of stalls. One door open and the glory hole ready for whoever was waiting in the next one.
I ignored all that and let out a huge sigh when I began peeing.
I heard the occupied door open. Out of curiosity and wondering if I was going to be mugged. I looked over my shoulder.
He was still sitting there.
But it was his face. It took me back years. To when I was around his age. Doing what he was doing. Only I done it with a friend. Peter.
Back then. Not long after my eighteenth. I found myself homeless.
I managed to share a flat with Pete. But we never had any spare money.
Everyone in the country was unemployed. It seemed.
Pete and me tried our best to find any work. But got nothing.
As we had no money. We had no girlfriends.
So we began pleasing ourselves.
We started out just bringing each other off with our hands.
But with little to do. It soon escalated to doing everything.
Then Pete was out for the day in the city centre.
He come home and told me what he had seen.
"I went for a pee, the public one's just by the library."
"I know the one."
"Well one door never opened. But the cubicle next to it, there was two blokes in after each other. You know that noise you make when you cum?"
"Not really. But go on."
"Well they both made the same noise. Only when the second one had been in. I saw him slip some money through the hole that went to the next bog."
"Yeah. It has a name."
"What the toilets?"
"No you fuckwit. It's called a gloryhole. You go in the open one, and if there's someone in next door and they're up for it. I.E. the hole's not covered, then you stick your cock in there and you get sucked off. After that you leave a tip. Sort of."
"How do you know all that? Have you done it?"
"Everybody knows. Apart from you."
"Could we not do it? Make some money."
"I think that would be his spot. He won't be happy if we take it off him."
"Not if we gave him a kicking for it."
"We could. But your missing a massive point. What about the dirty old men. The little cocks. The spotty looking cocks. Those with loads of cheese around their helmet? Are you willing to put them in your mouth. Because mine won't be going there after."
"I know. Put a condom on it."
"We have none."
"But if we went to the family planning clinic and say that the girlfriend can't go on the pill. They give out handfuls of them."
So there we are. We visited the clinic, one at a time.
Armed with our pockets full of rubbers. We evicted the lad from his pitch.
I never forgot his face. How desperate he looked.
The guilt that remained long after Pete and me went our own ways.
This lad looked exactly like the one from all those years ago.
The same blonde hair, same kind of style. The look of fear, and desperation. Not at least he looked like he was homeless.
I could not help but feel pity for him.
Closing the door after me. I sat down.
"I'm not looking for anything. But I want to say something. After that it's up to you."
"What?"
"Years ago I was just like you are now. And you reminded me of somebody from that time. I want to help you."
"How can you do that?"
"Take you to my house. Feed you, let you have a bath. Get you some clothes, and back on your feet. I want nothing from you. All I want is to help you. No funny business. I'll be waiting in the BMW over the road for five minutes then if your not out. I doubt we will ever see each other again. I can give you a fiver now, or quite a bit more if you give me a little bit of trust."
I left that five pound note between us and walked away.
It was when I was sat in my car wondering if I had done the right thing. When he opened the door.
"No funny business?"
"Nothing. No building you up and asking you to do any favours. Nothing."
He climbed in.
"Hi. I'm Nick."
"Oz. Pleased to meet you."
We shook hands.
On our way to my place. I knew that Oz was homeless. He stunk.
"I'm sorry mate but you certainly have an aroma. Have you got anything left, clothes and things?"
"I can't get to where I was sleeping until after six. When everyone has gone."
"Where were you dossing?"
"There's some outbuildings in there." As we drove past an old school which was undergoing a redevelopment.
"Shall we come back later for your things?"
"If we could. Please."
"Ok. We get to mine. I'll give you a quick tour, run you a bath, get you some food and I'll sort out some clothes for you. Perhaps you'll want a lie down too?"
"Probably."
"Ok. After that then we'll come back so you can get your gear, and maybe go and buy you some things."
After the tour. I ran Oz his bath. He filled the washer with his clothes, wrapped a towel around himself and stood at the bathroom door.
"You don't have to do everything."
"It's just until your settled. The only thing is. There is no toothbrush at the minute, nor is there a spare razor. Something else for the shops. Have a nice soak. I'll make you a sandwich. I'll leave it on your bed. Tea coffee?"
It's ok I'll sit with you. In my towel, If your ok with that?"
"I'm ok. See you when you get out."
You could not miss how skinny he was, and dirty.
Something was telling me to feed him little but often. So his body would get used to food again, and to hydrate him.
Oz eventually walked into the kitchen. Gleaming compared to earlier. He just needed a shave and to brush his teeth.
I thought he could have wrapped a bigger towel around himself.
I put his sandwich down in front of him with his cuppa.
He wolfed down the food.
I got up to get him a biscuit.
When I turned around, I could clearly see his tackle. This lad was well hung.
He noticed me staring.
"Sorry I was not thinking."
"No need to be sorry. If I had that I would be showing it off all the time."
For the first time since Pete. I really wanted his cock.
All of him actually.
He finished his tea. "Go on and have yourself an hour or so. Then we'll go to the shops and get your things."
He went to his room. I tidied around. The washer finished, I put his clothes into the drier.
When they were dry. I had a look at them. All of his things were threadbare.
But they would have to do until we come back from the shops.
I had to go and wake him. Or we would miss the shop.
I knocked at the bedroom door, paused and walked in. He was still asleep, the quilt off him. And he lay there with a hard on. His cock must have been at least eight inches. Not only long but fat too.
People should have been paying him to suck and play with his.
I pulled the quilt over him to cover his bits, and gently shook his shoulder.
"Oz It's time to get up."
His eyes slightly opened, and he smiled.
"I'll put the kettle on and get your clothes."
When I come back with his things. He was sat up. "I'm sure I kicked the duvet off."
"I covered you when I come to get you up. There's your gear."
We only went to a supermarket. They had a good range of mens clothes.
All Oz wanted was some socks, boxers, a pair of jeans and a t shirt. I insisted on more jeans and shirts.
Along with some razors, and a toothbrush. We picked what food he liked. I treated myself to a bottle of white rum.
After collecting his other things. we headed home.
On the way there I had to tell him how I ended up like him. Except the mugging bit. What I done, and how I ended up being quite successful.
I learned nothing new about him. Although I felt that he wanted to tell me.
At home he insisted on showing me all of his new things on him. Including his boxers and the large bulge.
He wanted to clean the bath. Have a shower and then shave.
I began feeding the washer his other clothes. I would have just liked to throw them all out.
Oz came down all clean and shaved. Just in his boxers.
A real transformation. He was a good looking lad. Probably in need of a haircut.
I gave him some more food. Then he went back to bed.
I opened up the rum and had a few drinks before going to bed myself.
Outside his bedroom. Oz was having aa bad dream. I could hear him whimpering and crying.
I went in and woke him. "Oz your having a nightmare."
He woke up and held onto my arm. I sat on the side of the bed. He cuddled into me. Then started to sob.
"I'm sorry. It's just so safe and quiet here, and what I've missed after all these months of roughing it. As well as you taking a chance with me."
Oz moved in to kiss me. I pulled away. "Don't you want me?"
"I said nothing funny. I think that your not in the right state. It would make me feel as if I took advantage of you. Do you want me to sit here until you go to sleep?"
"Thanks. But I think I'll be ok."
"Ok then. But you know where I am if you need me. Sleep tight."
I went back down to the kitchen. Another drink wouldn't do no harm. I could listen out for Oz.
It sounded as if he was asleep. So I drifted off.
In the morning I woke up with Oz in my bed. Cuddling into me. I could feel his hard on in my back. Oh how I wanted that monster of his. Even though I had not even looked at a cock for about twenty years.
I wondered what it would feel like, so big opening my hoop wide. Filling me with cum so deep in me.
That set me off. My cock was now solid. After all I said the night before and now I wanted to have some fun.