“So you have been stood up then?” I laughed, it was a cycling trip with an old school friend and it due to a delay he was not going to be arriving for a few days. “You make it sound like it was a date,” I laughed back. He was a nice enough guy and I had seen him around the campsite. Now, in the excitement of the washing up room, I was happy for a bit of chit chat. His name was Pat an older chap, in good shape. “So I am cycling in the hills,” I told him, “what brings you here?” “Well it is our anniversary, but of course we’re not married, but this is where we met.” “Oh cool,” I replied and after a short while bid him farewell and headed back to my tent. It occurred to me as I carried my dished back that I had only seen him on his own, not with his wife or girlfriend I corrected myself. Later that night, nature called and I nearly ran to get to the toilet block. Typical, I thought, as I stood at the urinal, busting one minute and then nothing when I get here! A body arrived at the urinal next to me. After what felt like a year of waiting a familiar voice spoke up which made me jump. “Just relax,” Pat said quietly with a soft giggle. I flicked my head to the left where he was similarly stood with nothing happening. We stood there with no sound except the rustle of the trees through the small slit windows above us. Thoughts of past mischief whizzed through my mind and I worked hard to relax, don’t get a hard on, don’t get a hard on. So naturally, I felt my cock swell up in my hand. The air was cool, but still I felt a sweat build under my hair line. I looked with my eyes to my left and saw Pat still standing there his hand to his crotch, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet. Oh, god, I thought and there was no stopping my cock hardening in my grip. I hoped it would go unnoticed and I dared not look down to see how visible my hard six inches might be. I realised my heart was racing. To my great relief he clearly gave up on having a wee and shuffled his fly and walked back and away. I was annoyed at myself and still acutely aware that I needed a wee. But now I was on my own, different thoughts took over and I let my hand close around my cock. Suddenly a cough behind me made me leap out my skin and my nerves made me push my erection back into my shorts and I hustled to the basins to wash my hands. My face was red with heat and my heart slowed down as my cock’s hardness subsided. I turned to walk out and leapt for my life once more. The cough I had heard was Pat, he was leaning further down the empty toilet block, leaning on the door to a cubicle. He wore a broad smile on his face and stepped back, luringly into the space. I stood stock still until his face came from round the corner of the door and he gestured me in with his finger. Checking the place was really empty, I casually walked down and saw him sat on the toilet seat. The cubicle was long so that he gestured me in enough to reach past me and shut the door. He reached his other hand past my other side and latched the door. He was really close to me at this point and my heart was racing once more. He sat back down on the loo seat and simply looked forwards at me, not at my face, just sitting there patiently. My cock was stiffening again and this time I shuffled my shorts down to my thighs and let it stand out in the open. Pat let out al ong slow breath which I took to be his approval. He reached forwards and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and then upwards he lifted my tee shirt up over my head. Now I was naked in front of him and he sat back, nodding and smiling. There was no mistaking now that his look was on my cock, which I slowly took in hand. I found it rock hard and the touch to my helmet made me let out a slight gasp. When had I got this horny I thought to myself and I stepped out of one leg of my shorts so I could open my legs, a more comfortable stance for wanking. Pat simply sat there watching which made me use my spare hand, I would lift my cock and cup my balls maybe pull them a little and let my finger run beneath them. I had never put on show like this before and I found it so intimate and erotic. I wanked for him and soon my strokes, matching my breathing became more urgent; I found holding my cock at the base when I reached the bottom of a stroke and feel my tip throbbing in my grip. “I’m going to come,” I whispered, making eye contact with Pat for the first time since joining him. “Mmmm, I can tell,” he whispered back smiling wide once more. I was so horny, I took that as giving him fair warning, but I was still conscious of him being in the firing line so to speak. He seemed to catch on, “are you worried it will hit me?” I simply nodded back my response as my teeth bit loosely on my lip, I was rubbing my nipple now, pinching it slightly as I got ready to come. “I’m not,” said Pat very matter of factly. He looked me in the eyes as I tugged the last few required pulls to bring on my orgasm. My legs locked and I fought to keep my eyes open. I watched the first spray shoot from and land on his chest, a wet patch instantly appearing on his khaki shirt. More come fired forth as my body twitched and without aiming I hit his neck and chin then more on his shirt. Pat was loving it I could see and I felt naughty enough to raise the pitch of my dick. Two more threads of spunk came from me, one landing over his shoulder, but the second hit the target; I watched in what seemed like slow motion as the squirt hit his cheeks and deflected up the side of his face. I closed my eyes as I let the last waves of pleasure wash over me. My cock stayed characteristically hard after I was finished and I opened my eyes and looked down. Pat was grinning still, wet marks all over him. He leant forward and very simply kissed the tip of my cock, “Thanks, Harry,” he said his grin as big as ever, “I need to go now, but I will catch you again soon.” It seemed very formal, but I remembered that although the cubicle was long, it was not wide. I crouched down, feeling a dribble of come rub across my leg and I pulled my shorts back on and up, picking up my tee shirt. I stepped cautiously out having checked that there was no more noise and Pat rose from his seat and walked past me whispering one last thanks. My cock still hard in my shorts, I felt the familiar twitch as it began to soften and the need for a wee returned. The breeze reminded me of the cool temperature of the night and I shivered as I stood, laughing inside at the fact I did go to the loo to relieve myself after all!