A stop for relief, another guy at the urinal, and more relief than I expected.
It's ages since I touched a guy – I've been married for a long while, although it's over now – and as long or more since I went cottaging. I wasn't exactly cottaging this time: I just needed to pee. So when this place appeared I pulled over, parked, and went in. Exactly like I remember: it was darkish with little light coming through high windows, and it had that certain aroma about it. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I could …







