Hi everyone. I thought I'd have a go at writing some hot fiction and testing it out on you all. It's a slow burner and this is merely part one, so please give a go and, if it makes anyone happy, I'll write more. Oh yeah - I didn't want to pigeon hole this tale with a title just yet but if anyone has any good suggestions... My car was in the garage for a few days last week. I was running late by the time I walked to the gym on Thursday evening, and the place had pretty much emptied out by the time the clock hands swept towards 10pm - closing time. I decided to skip my shower rather than cut my workout short. The evening cleaners were moving through the building by the time I was done, carrying mops, buckets and the rest of their equipment. They patiently moved aside as I apologetically snagged my belongings from the locker room and hotfooted it towards the doors. I shrugged my zip-up hoodie on over my vest, threw on my backpack and struck out for home. The late August night was already a deep dark blue. A light breeze played over the skin of my legs and across my chest, making my sweaty shorts and vest thrillingly cool. My nipples hardened immediately and I felt my balls slowly tighten inside my briefs. The muted sounds of the town at night were a calming antidote to the frenetic techno tunes of the gym. My route took me alongside one of the town's larger parks. It wound up uphill away from the town centre and into more residential areas. On the spur of the moment, I turned off the road and ducked through the park's main gate. Home was at least a 20 minute walk from here, but I guessed that cutting through these well-kept gardens and avenues wouldn't add more than a few extra minutes. The place was deserted as far as I could tell. I seemed to be the only person passing under the canopies of the large trees that filled the park; the only soul moving in and out of the pools of light cast by the infrequent street lamps. I didn't mind this at all. I don't spook easily and I don't tend to attract trouble but, even if I did, I know how to look after myself. So I was at ease as I strolled through the night. The path I chose arced towards the edge of the park before curving uphill towards the far exit. I liked this route. Here, the park's boundary was a wooded bank sloping down to the bypass, and beyond that was a clear panorama of the seafront and harbour. As the path drew closer to the bank, the trees around me thinned and the view opened up before me. I paused to watch the lights of distant boats bobbing on the water and enjoy the cool, clean sea breeze. Vehicles sped past on the road below, the passengers oblivious to me in my green world up above. After a minute or two I turned from the view and resumed the trek home. The path ahead curved gently away from the edge of the park, leading up into tree-covered slopes. Soon I was in amongst the greenery once more and the night seemed to darken around me. However, I soon noticed patches of light amongst the leaves up ahead and a thrill buzzed through me as I remembered what they were. First, on the left side of the path, the Ladies, and then further on, to the right, the Gents. I had visited this park many times as a youngster and used these toilets once or twice. During my teens, I had heard rumours about the things that went on here sometimes - all unsubstantiated but still secretly thrilling. It had never crossed my mind to explore the idea of finding out, but now the concept took hold of my imagination. A rapid slideshow flashed through my mind, a collage of images and yearnings from many innocent toilet trips in my past: guys meeting eyes, split-second glimpses of dicks, the sound of a zipper opening... My heart was suddenly running at double time. The path ahead curved right and continued to gently climb, and I followed it. The night around me subtly brightened as I passed by the Ladies but it was the cold glow of mindless convenience - the little building was silent and no doubt empty of the warmth of human life. All this only barely registered with me as my attention was firmly fixed on the Gents up ahead. Soon I was back in the dark as the Ladies fell behind and disappeared around the curve of the path. I listened closely to the night. Nothing but the surrounding sound of wind in the trees and, further off, the low hum of traffic. The lights through the leaves up ahead slowly became clearer and resolved into a row of frosted windows, set high up off the ground. As I drew nearer, the bulk of the unremarkable squat brick building came into view. It was set back from the main drag, nestled in the greenery like a forgotten relic, and was accessible by way of a narrow pathway leading back through deep planting beds. The open door, out of sight behind a privacy wall, let a cool wash of light out into the night. This illuminated nothing more than bushes and trees, and I realised there was nothing but undergrowth behind the toilets all the way to the bypass. I could see now how this place had earned a reputation as a place to cruise - it was discreet, as public places went. As I drew nearer to the Gents, my body was virtually thrumming with an unexpected excitement. The place had taken on new meaning. It was no longer just a small brick building tucked away in a forgotten corner of my everyday life. It was now an outpost of another world entirely, a world filled solely with men where the usual ideas of decency and decorum were not required. Anything could happen in that secret place. My dick began to stir a little, peeling away from my sweaty balls and drawing luxuriously across the fabric of my briefs. The little footpath leading to the Gents was just up ahead now and I chanced a glance behind me. No one. A strange mix of relief and disappointment eddied through me. From here I could no longer see the lights of the Ladies, the bypass or the harbour. All of it was hidden from me in my tree-crowded curve of the path. The sound of a shoe scuffing against tarmac brought my attention front and centre in a flash. A few seconds later a figure appeared up ahead, slowly strolling alone in the dark night. Downhill, in my direction. My heartbeat ratcheted up another impossible gear. I couldn't see any details in the gloom until the burning tip of a cigarette glowed brightly in the dark. The sound of a deep inhalation reached me, and then the cigarette butt was flicked expertly into the undergrowth. I read into this simple action; it seemed like something someone would do when idle time comes to an end. And too soon I was alongside the entrance to the little path, still twenty metres or so from the new arrival. Decision time. Saunter into the Gents to see what might happen, or just head on home and allow this silly, unbearable adrenaline rush to burn itself out on the way? My higher mind was still tumbling over itself when another part of my consciousness took over my body. I stepped onto the path and headed towards the Gents. Jeez, I thought to myself, here we go! The harsh glow from the door and the high windows brightened as I drew closer, darkening the nighttime woods around me. I heard the sound of a drip falling in a concealed cistern, a lonely sound in that empty space. As I reached the privacy wall and turned to head inside, I took a look back out into the night. I could see nothing now, my night vision shot, and I didn't know if I really would have company. I realised then that I hadn't hoped to see anything, but to be seen. I smiled to myself, amused by my own adjustment to these new circumstances. I slipped inside. The heavy aroma of piss mixed with the sharp note of urinal blocks, just like in all the Gents ever. White tiled walls reflected the harsh glare of four overhead lights while rough grey tiles on the floor absorbed it. A long white trough-style urinal lined the wall to the left; three sinks and a hand drier occupied the right. Dead ahead, the side wall of the first stall stared back at me, the tiles cracked here and there. Beyond were two more stalls. I glanced quickly down the row and saw all three doors standing open. Despite my excitement I felt a sense of familiarity - I knew this place and I had always been welcome here, both as an innocent visitor in days gone by and also now as a fully paid up member of this men-only world. I realised then I also had a legitimate reason to be here. I desperately needed a piss. All this preoccupation had kept me from noticing that the water I'd downed at the gym had caught up with me. I stepped up to the urinal and positioned my feet widely just back from the gutter. I hooked my left thumb under the waistband of my shorts and briefs, drawing both out and down under my junk. My dick popped forward, semi-hard, and I grabbed it with my right hand, giving it a few pleasing squeezes to help it plump up some more. The designer of these Gents had placed the door and urinal in an ideal configuration - any guy walking in is given a perfect line of sight along a row of cocks pulled out to piss, if he cared to look. I guess I'm something of a show off as this idea pleased me, and right then I wanted to be looking my best. I flipped my fingers a few times and my dick slapped meatily up and down. It's not the biggest in the world but it's a shower and it laid proudly across my hand. Satisfied, I finally began to piss. The thick stream hit the porcelain and ran down into the gutter, quickly pooling and running towards the drain. Another scuff on the path outside caused my heart to jump again and my cock twitched in my hand. I had company after all. I subtly readjusted my stance so my manhood was fully on show to the new arrival. I quickly ran through possible scenarios in my head. Would he be young and hot like some of the guys from my gym? Or someone that I didn't find attractive at all? Maybe he wouldn't find me attractive, or might be genuinely looking to take a piss and leave. That didn't really matter I realised. The thrill of showing off my manhood, even if only briefly, would be a good buzz in itself. I smiled to myself and waited to see what my options were. The door was suddenly filled as the man from outside slowly sauntered into view. My smile faltered as my eyes ran over him. The scuffing I'd heard had been made by his heavy boots, worn with age and loosely laced under the bunched-up hems of his jeans. These jeans also looked like they'd seen better days - old oil stains marked them and they were threadbare in places. They hung loosely around his calves but clung much more tightly to his thick thighs. A black belt with a large buckle held his jeans firmly in place around his hips and pulled the denim snuggly around his crotch, which protruted from his groin in a solid mound as if he'd shoved a fist under his waistband. He demonstrated that this was not the case as he paused in the doorway, lent against the frame and crossed his arms across his chest. His shoulders pulled against his jacket and clearly expressed his solid mesomorphic frame. The neck flared as it disappeared into his t-shirt and rose thickly to his heavy, stubbly jaw. His dark, deep-set eyes regarded me from under a heavy brow and a thick thatch of charmingly boyish hair. A wide smile broke across his face and his brows dipped in an expression which was part curiosity, part amusement and wholly intense. He muttered something to himself in a European language I did not recognise, revealing himself as one of the truck drivers who passed through town and sometimes parked up in a layby on the bypass. Too late, I recognised he wasn't the first one to be giving things away. I had openly apraised him up and down, lingering on his crotch and beefy arms, and my dick had quickly stiffened to a steel rod in my hand as I'd done so. My piss, still arcing from my hard on, was hitting the urinal much higher up than necessary and sending splatters every which way. All this was plainly visible to my companion. I hadn't expected him to stop in the doorway, watching me inscrutably like this. My subtler senses recognised that he was blocking the only exit. Not just blocking it but filling it. With a slight widening of his predatory smile, he shrugged himself away from the door and sauntered forward, closing the distance between us.