The Accidental Incident Of The Crossing Swords

Mid-July haze wafted across the top of the road, cicadas sang as the vehicle sped down the otherwise empty roadway. Sweat beaded up and dripped down Stan’s nose and between his barrel-chested pecs. Dressed in a tight-fitting grey ribbed tank top, the heat was still merciless. He could easily turn on the AC- but he was a good ole southern boy and he grew up in the heat, he could handle a little north heat. He could damnit.

Adjusting himself as he drove, he wished he hadn’t worn jeans, or since he wore jeans he wished that he hadn’t worn underwear. His wife had complained drunkenly one night how hideous whitey-tighties were, yet guys wore them while demanding that their wives wear uncomfortable lingerie. Stan had taken to wearing European style trunks after that night, and he had to admit, Beth was more inclined to want to jump his bones right back watching him undress from a long hard day of work than she had been before.

That didn’t mean, however, that he always had to wear underwear. Today was one of those days to free ball if there ever was one. He vowed that at the next gas station he came upon he would drop trow and continue the rest of the day in only his hairy skin between him and jeans. If nothing else it would help reduce the swamp sack he currently had going on.

Pulling up to the gas pump, he would fill up after he changed out of these annoying drawers. Stan had been here before and knew that the restroom was on the outside of the building and that the lock didn’t work, so he wouldn’t need to go in and bother with the key.

Knocking before he went in, just to make sure no one with the pointless key was inside, Stan entered and turned on the light. In need of some cleaning, Stan tried not to think about it. If he was anal about anything, it was clean bathrooms.

Striding over to the toilet, Stan unzipped his wranglers and freed his bulge from its confines pulling out his cock and balls, so both could breathe. Pulling back his foreskin, he let a torrent of piss cascade to the bowl below. In this heat he was surprised he needed to pee this bad, he figured he had sweat most of it out. His piss was yellow though, he knew he needed more water, he would have to do something about that while the truck filled with gas.

The door behind Stan flung open with a rattle of keys- Stan was mid-piss and couldn’t cut off, but managed not to piss on himself in surprise. Both men were surprised. The other man had the keys, but both realized now that the key wasn’t needed. Stan couldn’t stop pissing, and the other man couldn’t help but start to piss.

“Ah man- I didn’t know-” The other man looked down at the keys in his hand, and then the toilet. “I’m sorry dude- this is gonna be fucking awkward but I can’t help it.”

With that, the other man unzipped his jeans, fished out his cock, aimed it at the toilet, and let out a torrent of piss twice as hard as Stan’s. The other man did have to go. The other man with the longer if not skinnier dick than Stan’s closed his eyes as the two streams crossed swords, and visibly gave a little shake.

Stan knew the feeling of needing to piss so bad that when you finally do, it shakes your whole body. Somehow Stan found the whole situation- kind of a turn on. Where the other man’s whole body shook, Stan’s cock gave a little twitch from excitement. Luckily the other man’s eyes were closed and he didn’t notice.

As if the other man could feel Stan’s eyes, they opened and both men were staring at each other. They both quickly turned their gaze away, down to their cocks so they could finish peeing, but the toilet was in the corner so both men were standing nearly shoulder to shoulder, so to look at one cock was to look at both.

Stan’s pubes were trimmed, not shaved, with smooth nuts that his wife loved to suck on, they hung low while his cock was short and stout- however, it would grow more than most thought, so Stan was never ashamed of his package. The other man had hairy pubes and hairy nuts, with a low hanging cock that was twice as long as Stan’s, but not nearly as girthy.

“Bet you can plug a woman with a cock like that.” The other man admired. “Fuck, it’s weird, but screw it, let's make it not weird.”

Stan got caught up in the talk, his cock even gave another involuntary shiver and started to descend towards the ground. Stan couldn’t get hard in front of this dude! The other man had even noticed this time. Stan tried to distract the other guy. “With a snake-like that you must be smashing cervix."

The other man laughed, and his cock bounced with him, or maybe that was a cover-up so Stan didn’t see the other man’s cock swell?

What the fuck was he thinking, Stan wondered? The whole situation finally sank home as the last of the piss dribbled out of Stan’s mushroom of a cockhead. The other man was finishing up at the same time, and his cock head was more engorged than it had been at first. Stan shook his head, his big head, he needed to stop thinking about the other man's cock, and he needed to zip up and get out. Only, he was very much still committed to taking his trunks off and going commando.

“I haven’t done that shit since I was a teenager.” The other man spoke, reminding Stan he wasn’t alone.

Stan was quiet as he shook the last of the piss off the tip of his dick going to stuff his junk back in the trunk.

The other man shouldered Stan like they were old college buddies that banged chicks together, and that they weren’t strangers pissing in the same toilet at the same time. “Come on, admit it, you did shit like this with buddies or cousins when you were younger. All guys end up Crossing Swords with another guy at some point. We’re fucking horny! Why else do you think that I started to chub up while pissing with you? We’re guys, we’re horny, blood flows, and cocks inflate. Hell, at our age it's good to know we can get hard at a moment's notice still. Reminds me of my college days.” While the other man was talking he was slowly stroking himself, not in a creepy way, Stan wasn’t even sure the other man realized what he was doing. “That was before wife and kids.” Suddenly the man, mid-stroke, came to and blushed. “Dude, this is fucking weird, sorry to burst in on you like this.” With that he stuffed his cock back into his shorts, with more than a little difficulty, Stan noted, while it was covered in clothes, it was far from hidden.

“Damn, now I’ll have to wait a minute to go out till this Lil guy calms down.” The other man laughed at himself, totally at ease with pissing in front of another guy, a stranger, and stroking his cock to full mast.

Stan tried to act as cool- Stan wanted to get out of the restroom, but was determined to freeball. The other man was in no hurry to leave, which meant Stan had to get butt as naked in the bathroom right here.

“Hey man, I ah, I gotta go commando, these trunks are driving me crazy. I’m going to take off my pants so I can get my trunks off.”

“Dude, we just pissed in front of each other, you even splattered on me a little. Fucking drop trow and don’t worry. I grew up in a military home with 3 brothers, modesty isn’t my thing.” The man stepped towards the sink to wash his hands. “I noticed you have a ring, your spouse like the shaved sack? I’ve been thinking about trying the younger man’s manscaping. I shaved my pubes when I was a teen and I vowed never to do it again, that shit sucked.

Stan let the other man talk as he untied his boots and slipped them off, he wasn’t much for one for talking, Beth did enough for the both of them. Stan wondered if this man’s wife was as quiet as he was, with a husband like the chatty Cathy in front of him. Stan then wondered what this man looked like while piping this imaginary woman.

Stan tried to keep his mind out of the gutter. Damn was he horny, Beth hadn’t been in the mood lately, and jerking off just wasn’t the same, but that didn’t excuse his mind to go to places like that.

Stan undid his belt and slipped his jeans off. His legs and thighs were sweaty and they stuck coming down. Bending halfway so that his ass stuck out Stan got the jeans off his legs one at a time while propping himself up on the wall. The other man kept talking but was watching and making no attempts to hide it.

Adjusting himself through his shorts, his snake still as aggressive as ever, he would have to wank one out if he hoped to get back in a car with his family like that, Stan was convinced. Jeans off, Stan slowly started to take his trunks off, hesitant at first, the situation was so real, but treating it like a locker room, Stan shucked off his Red, White, and Blue underwear and stood up in the bathroom with only a tank top on. His cock plumped a little.

“You’re a grower, not a shower, huh? That’s what I guessed. The way you hold yourself, you’re confident. You don’t have a small dick, even though it may have looked like that at first. I bet your wife has one happy pussy. My wife has confessed that she wishes that I was a little fatter, I can’t go in all the way, it hurts her. So we do anal, she can take it all then, but she doesn’t like to have anal sex with kids in the house, says it makes her feel dirty, so I find plenty of reason to get a BnB for us.”

Stan got lost in what the man was saying that he didn’t realize that he had stoked his cock to life, in front of another man! True, Stan had plenty of 3 or 4 ways with a few buddies from college and a sorority girl or two, but that was typical college shit- and this was just two strangers in a gas station bathroom.

“See, I’m not the only one that’s excited by the situation. I thought I could calm down, but I’m going to have to beat one out before I can return to my wife and kids.” The man confessed from the mirror, he was looking at himself as he said it, but then he turned to me, “I’ve never asked another guy this before, but you want to jerk off with me?

Stan sped out from the gas station, totally forgetting to get gas. When he remembered he didn’t care, there were other places to fill up. Places where a man in the bathroom wouldn’t try and seduce him, and someplace where Stan wouldn’t have to walk past the man’s family to get to his truck.