In my earlier days of cruising, I always found myself profoundly turned on by what turned other guys on. And so began my near obsession with what was written on toilet walls and I would always use the cubicle rather than urinal so that I could see what offers were made and what stories might have been scribbled there. Soon, instead of stopping for a wee and ending up having a wank, I would find myself stopping at just about any service station or toilets and wanking off while I read the messages. So one day I was parked in a layby near Winchester, legitimately doing some work when after a while I realised that there was a steady stream of cars coming and going every 10 minutes or so. As I casually paid more attention to this, my work got set aside and with a racing pulse I it hit me... this is one of those places that the messages always allude to! Aside the layby was about 10 metres of wooded area with a path across it (always had to be cautious of joggers and more die hard dog walkers!) and then into fields. When the layby emptied, I sloped out of the car and headed in. I was aroused immediately, there were well trodden areas behind bushes and very well hidden from the road. The litter was disappointing in one sense, but as I looked at discarded lube sachets and condoms wrappers my cock swelled. I looked around and the coast was clear and so I pulled it out and wanked off, taking not even a minute for me to shoot my load. This layby became a new addiction and I was there at least 4 times a week, using it as my strategic breaks during the day and even going out of my way to go past it at night. No women ever came by the place, but that was okay as I was transfixed watching guys. First this was simply wanking, but I was fascinated when I saw the the first two guys together and as I watched a guy on his knees blowing his companion I knew that this was the way that I wanted to go. I soon got more adventurous and would wank where I too could be seen – so foolish and risky in hind sight! I stood with my back exposed, trousers at my ankles and my hard on out through my fly of my boxers. I heard a foot step and looked over my shoulder casually nodding acceptance to the older chap who approached. Suddely I froze as a hand reached round me, “oh that is nice” an anonymous voice whispered in my ear as a hand closed on my cock. I gasped audibly as my shaft was stroked and squeezed until in a short time my come flew from my cock. I felt guilty at just pulling up and leaving, but I soon learned that this was not unacceptable behaviour. I remain to this day not at all interested in small talk especially once I have come! As I knew it would, my appetite grew and I found myself getting changed before I went there to ensure I was in the most accessible clothes. My favourite was jogging shorts and tee shirt. One day I was alone when a lad walked through. The youngest visitor I had seen, he looked about 20 and in fact he told me later he was 18. He walked past twice as I rubbed my cock through the shorts and I could see how nervous he was. When he made eye contact I gave him a friendly smile and I noticed with a grin that his walking changed course, allowing him to circle around to me. Excited at the moment, I pulled my shorts down and let my cock swing out and up. The cool air always feels great on it and I I stroked it gently so that he would see me wanking as he neared. We were both silent as he stood to my side and then he croaked, “that is big!” I am about average, a slim 6 inches so I was surprised (pleasantly!) at the compliment. “Bigger than mine anyhow!” he continued. “Let me see it,” I responded and turned slightly to him, letting him know it was okay if he wanted to feel. He grasped me and I breathed deep as he took hold of my cock. He fumbled with his belt and jeans and soon his cock stood proud poking out from under his shirt. I reached for it, but he pulled back slightly, “I'm gonna come!” he said with a mixture of alarm and embarrassment. Really, I thought as an idea leapt into my mind. I looked at him and said, “I want to suck it!” I remembered the nerves he must be feeling as he stood there looking like he was paralysed as I dropped to my knees. “but I am going to come if you touch it!” he said again. “I know,” I answered and I did not hesitate in putting my mouth onto his clammy phallus. It was hot hard and smooth. These remain my most vivid memories of that first cock entering my mouth. It tasted similar to my own come and so I knew he was good to his word. I moved my mouth over it and felt an feeling of sickness rising in my mouth at this new venture. I relaxed in time and pulled away, stroking his helmet with my lips. He tensed almost straight away and I nearly flinched as his come entered my mouth. I was expecting it, but not ready for it. His warm goo filled my mouth and I could smell it at the same time, it was intoxicating. As a novice myself I did not know what to do and was glad when he crouched quickly to pick up his trousers and moved away. With his come still hot in my mouth I turned aside and spat it out as I stood up. My cock came automatically to my grip and in two tugs I was shooting my own load onto the bush leaves in front of me. Mere seconds later, I was composing myself and made my way back to my car and headed home. This particular site got too untidy in the end and I stopped going there before the excessive litter and kinky paraphernalia drew too much attention. Thankfully though, a couple of guys I met there let me know about a place near Exeter where I also spent a lot of time on business. May more stories occurred there, some of which I have share already and I will share some more soon I am sure :)