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I have to write this now … right now! It’s real, true and the first ever proper action I’ve had with a man. The reason I have to write it now is because with them, memory fades and if I left it until tomorrow, I’d forget the details like how his cock was so much thicker at the base than the tip - like how his cockhead was so pale when flaccid but became so ruby red when I rubbed it.
This is true and is the very first actual encounter I’ve ever had. Sure, there’s been the guy who got hard next to me at the urinals - but at that time, I didn’t know people had sexual encounters in a toilet! At the same time, the guy who coughed at me and wagged his todger trying to initiate it - I just didn’t know!
But, a few years later and armed with a little more conviction and knowledge - partly thanks to LPSG cam sessions and the lovely members I’ve wanked my long cock with, I have finally found the courage to fill that missing part of me.
It started with a day that was a little different to usual. A day that I would travel somewhere for a whole day. A large city. A place where I could possibly find some action incidentally. However, I didn’t. That day was punctuated with me trying to please everyone else - my default. However, at the end of this day was a window. That magic window that as a married straight man, you spot. After years of longing for exploring that curiosity of touching another man, of him touching you, that you have to act on.
That magnetism led me to a lay-by. One on the way home from my journey but not far from my home. It’s renowned apparently for its action. I fill up at the nearby petrol station and creep along to this lay-by that’s perfectly hidden from the main road. There are lots of lorries but it is punctuated with a few cars. That piques my interest. I suspect there are a few guys here looking for a meet. But… am I brave enough to initiate this? There is no one around. I check my mirrors - the lorry behind has a driver’s hand hanging out … is that a sign? Not one that I know - yet!
So, I sit there. I watch a few cars move up the lay-by. That’s possibly a sign? Now, as of today, I’m more sure that’s a sign! However, it starts to rain. A few cars move on. I let my cock out of the tented trousers. All 8 inches spring out. Oh the relief. I stroke wildly as it is raining and I’m sure no one can see me now. Precum oozes out my cock. I know that this excitement is real. But the rain stops. I feel exposed. I’m not sure how to move things forward and show the right kind of guys that I’m a newbie looking for someone to be kind and look after me.
I bottle it. I drive away.
The next day, I head to work. At the very few moments when I can think about anything but work, I think about that lay-by. I think about just going there. I’ve been there three times before if I’m honest. Nothing has happened. But, I know there are guys there who are looking for the same thing as me. I think throughout the day, I’m going to go there. Colleagues ask, “Have you got any nice plans for the weekend?” My head says, “Yes, I’m going to go to this lay-by after work and cum a cum fountain out my 8 inch dick!” But, the words that come out talk about much more wholesome and sedate things!
At the end of work, I muster up the courage to put the details of the lay-by into my satnav. It’s on the way home and near a petrol station - so, if anyone asks, I can just say I was getting fuel… right? I drive there, part of the route is quite rural and past farms. I pull into a lay-by and load up a few apps and websites that I have memberships on like LPSG, squirt, sniffies and see that I can’t really see anyone nearby. I pull of and go over a bridge, but have to stop to let a guy walking a dog move over. I look at him and smile - wondering if he’s maybe up for it too.
Eventually, I drive down and around to the layby that’s the known spot. There are several cars there. No lorries tonight at all - that’s different. Each car has one man in it - from what I can tell. That’s a hopeful sign, surely. I park my silver Mini in front of a grey Mercedes. He is seemingly cleaning his car out. Although, I know he may not be. At one point, I see him in my mirror going into the scrub to pee. Sadly, it’s too far away to see what he’s packing. A few minutes pass, another vehicle approaches - a small white van. He gets out. Checks his phone. Opens the side door and sits in it. I think, “Oh! That’s quite private!” But, after a few minutes, he gets back into his driver’s seat and then a few minutes later, he leaves. At this point, I think, “I’m not sure this is meant to be.”
After that, a blue Vauxhall pulls up. He parks in. I can see him clearer in my interior mirror, as he’s closer. I get out the car, walk up a bit, walk down a tiny bit. The nerves kick in. I lean against my car, looking at my phone. Reading anything that will calm me down. Eventually, a few cars go past not stopping. I look back at the man in the blue Vauxhall- every now and again, he’s glancing down. I want to see what he’s looking at, as I suspect he’s wanking his meat his car. That kicks a whole new desire into play… that I want to watch!!
I go in and out of my car a few times. On one occasion, I feel brave enough to tug at my underwear, as if it’s uncomfortable. This hopefully shows of my bulge a bit! But, eventually, I think I feel the need to pee and after about 10 minutes of getting out and in the car, I decide to be brave and let my cock out and pee into the scrub.
At that point, the white van from before pulls in again. “Shit!!” I think. “I’ve just exposed myself to someone who is not cruising here!” I walk back around to the driver’s side and get in. “Oh well!” I think. At least my flaccid is about 6” and if he’s not cruising, he thinks I’m peeing and I’m not small… but if he is cruising - I’m nervous he may be interested!”
He gets out. Walks up the lay-by past my car. Then turns around. He walks back. I look up at him. There is this amazing eye contact. He nods at me. I smile. He smiles. It’s electric. We each understand that this is ok and we are on the same page. That is the first time in my life where I have felt that it’s an environment where I could explore a hook up.
All of a sudden, another car pulls in in front of mine. I’m not sure it was a guy. As the car stops, it takes every ounce of my courage to pull the door handle. With all my strength and courage from years of not exploring these opportunities, I make it out and stand on the other side of my car. The guy from the van turns around. He walks towards me and asks, “Are you ok? Are you having a good day?” I reply with, “Yes thanks - are you?” He says, “Yes!”
I can’t believe how straight he looks. He is literally the last guy I thought would be here. He has this amazing beard - short around the sides but long down his chin. I never thought it would turn me on, but in the flesh, it did. He was broad shouldered and had long hair in a bun. There was this mix of ruggedness and this heavy theme of kindness and friendliness.
He walks back past me whilst I look on my phone. He then sits in his van, which has a sliding door. This guy from the blue car is clearly more confident than me. He comes up to the van guy and starts talking. I watch from my left smile. At times, they each glance over to me and I smile at them. At this point, I’m hoping they start something and I can watch and wank my long cock, spunking my load on the side of the van! However, blue car guy gestures a few things. I see his hands by his fly, but then they both look my way. I wonder if they’re talking about me getting my cock out for a pee!
Blue car guy goes back to his car. White van guy comes last me again and says, “Are you looking for something?” My whole heart and body melt. I want to scream, “Yes!” But my ridiculously nervous body produces, “I’m not sure, maybe!?”
Then it gets real.
White van guy says, “A blow job. Can I blow you?” I stumble and manage a “Hmm I’m not sure!” He replies with, “Can I wank you?”
Since I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with penises. Yes bloody long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones. Let me touch it, feel it, run my fingers over the head!
However, my reply reflects my nerves and I say, “I’m not sure. Sorry! I’m just so nervous. I’ve never done anything with a guy before.” There is a moment’s pause. Our brains align. He says the phrase that is in my head - “Well, we all have to start somewhere!”
We start walking towards his van. I feel in a complete trance. I want this. But this is not me. Well, it’s not the me I have created. Not the me that everyone else knows! He suddenly says, “You have a really nice cock!” I’m aghast. How does he know that!? I then remember he pulled in as I was peeing. I say, “Oh! You saw that when you arrived!?” He says, “Oh yes!” I really, “I never know how I compare in those sorts of things!” He replies, “Well, let’s see!”
We get to his van and I say something stupid about how convenient it is. But, to be honest, a sliding door van is pretty good if you’re going to hook up in a lay-by! He gets in, kneels down and pulls his trousers down, revealing his cock. It’s flaccid and probably about 3”. I respond in the same way. We each rub our cocks, mine still flaccid at about 6”.
An urge takes over me. I have to feel another man’s cock. I’ve never done it. I’ve longed to. It is right there. I stroke him. His cock feels tight. Like it won’t stretch far. It’s different, but I like it. His foreskin doesn’t cover much of his head like mine. So, I try my best to work out what strokes he’d like! As soon as I grabbed his cock, he moved onto mine.
At first, I felt so nervous, that I felt numb. I wasn’t trying to get hard, but it wasn’t happening. My wildest desire was not fuelling my hard cock. We each kept stroking. His grew to about 6”. He had a lovely set of pubes and I enjoyed feeling them as I wanked him. His cock was narrower at the head and thick at the bottom. I told him, “You’ve got a thick cock.” He laughed. I replied, “Do people not tell you that?” He said, “I think it’s a decent size, but it’s not large!” He collects some precum off my cock with his finger and licks it. He does this several times. Then he says, “Your precum tastes amazing!” I’m reeling. I don’t think I’ve received this many compliments in such a short space of time. And, what’s more - the things he’s saying make me feel good. They reassure me - answer my doubts.
Eventually, I start to relax a bit. I loved feeling his cock as I wankef it. He rubs my nipples after carefully unbuttoning my shirt. He’s so gentle but so passionate. My cock starts to grow. He kisses me - wow! His lips. His stubble. His beard. I hold his head whilst he does this. What an amazing connection. I even run my hand up to his ear and play with it gently. I’m still wanking him - noticing how tight his foreskin is at his cock head.
Then he says, “Can I suck your nipples?” I say, “Yeah!” Well… wow wow wow wow! His stubbly face and brilliant beard, stunning lips and amazing tongue go down on my nipples like they are their own sex organ. I moan. I swear. I moan. This man has plumped up my cock now! I’m still wanking him.
There are several times where he goes from my nipples to kissing me (which is bloody amazing) and back and forth, then he comes away and continues to wank me.
I see him stick his tongue out whilst looking at my cock. But he pulls himself back. I say, “What? Do you want to suck it?” He says these exact words, which will be etched in my memory - “I would absolutely LOVE to suck YOU!” At which point I say, “Yeah! Go on!”
He goes down on me. It’s electric. I’m still wanking him and he’s going down on my cock like mad. I’ve never been blown like this at all. This guy knows what he’s doing! Up, down, twists. All of a sudden, he manages to go balls deep on me… which I’ve never felt. I moan like mad swear. Moan. It’s just insane.
Suddenly he launches off my cock and thrusts his beautiful bearded face into mine. This man knows how to kiss. I taste a familiar taste - my cock! Yes, the only cock that I have tasted is my own. Back in the day, I could bend down and suck myself off. This mix of insane new pleasures and familiarity made me relax more. But, I was also conscious I wanted to get him off too!
Back and forth he went, deep-throating my 8 inches and then passionately kissing me. I couldn’t help but hold onto his head. It was such a strong connection and feeling.
This guy’s incredible blow job skills were working their magic on my meat. All the time I’m wanking him and he’s popping off to snog me. It’s just amazing. I am still conscious the van is bobbing up and down though!
I feel that all-too-familiar building sensation. Thoughts run through my mind like, “He may not want me to cum in his mouth!” “I’m going to have to tell him!” “Sometimes I start spunking cum before I orgasm, maybe he won’t like that!” Well, all of those thoughts were dismissed when I told him I was going to cum and his mouth clamped down further on my cock. His pace quickened and I experienced one of the deepest orgasms I have ever experienced.
I shot again and again into his mouth. He skilfully slurped up every drop. I was in awe.
This beautiful, brilliant, kind man had helped me experience something new, electric and immense. But not expected anything in return. I asked him, “Do you want me to finish you off?” He didn’t reply, but I continued wanking him.
We kissed.
He reclined in a different position. It felt like I was holding him. I wanked him. His tight foreskin not moving much - feeling so different to my own. He groaned. He moaned. He said - “Argh, I’m coming!” I slowed a little - no come spunked out yet, but I continued slowly and he shot streams of white cum into his van.
Wow
So new - so intense - so unbelievable!
He was so kind, thoughtful and caring. I confided in him that it was my first time with a guy. He replied saying that was so hot, then he said words that blew me away. He said, “You’re so hot!” I never thought a guy would find me attractive like that. Let alone this straight-looking, bearded guy who I found attractive. I explained I thought he was really hot too!
I sorted my clothing out. I left his van, with him still in the back. Got into my car and drove away. I smiled all the way home. I experienced wave after wave of pleasure, release and relief. This was a life changing moment!
My only regret was, I wished I’d asked him if he was open to doing it again and if there’d be a way to initiate that. As such, I visited squirt and put on the listing about my amazing experience. Hoping that he’d see it and reach out.
And that’s it - a new chapter. A huge breakthrough!
As I write this story, I’ve one hand on my cock. After today’s deep throating from Mr White Van, my cock feels smooth. I think he’d approve of me wanking off again when I read this story back … don’t you?
This is a true story from Worsted Lodge Lay-by, Cambridgeshire, UK
This is true and is the very first actual encounter I’ve ever had. Sure, there’s been the guy who got hard next to me at the urinals - but at that time, I didn’t know people had sexual encounters in a toilet! At the same time, the guy who coughed at me and wagged his todger trying to initiate it - I just didn’t know!
But, a few years later and armed with a little more conviction and knowledge - partly thanks to LPSG cam sessions and the lovely members I’ve wanked my long cock with, I have finally found the courage to fill that missing part of me.
It started with a day that was a little different to usual. A day that I would travel somewhere for a whole day. A large city. A place where I could possibly find some action incidentally. However, I didn’t. That day was punctuated with me trying to please everyone else - my default. However, at the end of this day was a window. That magic window that as a married straight man, you spot. After years of longing for exploring that curiosity of touching another man, of him touching you, that you have to act on.
That magnetism led me to a lay-by. One on the way home from my journey but not far from my home. It’s renowned apparently for its action. I fill up at the nearby petrol station and creep along to this lay-by that’s perfectly hidden from the main road. There are lots of lorries but it is punctuated with a few cars. That piques my interest. I suspect there are a few guys here looking for a meet. But… am I brave enough to initiate this? There is no one around. I check my mirrors - the lorry behind has a driver’s hand hanging out … is that a sign? Not one that I know - yet!
So, I sit there. I watch a few cars move up the lay-by. That’s possibly a sign? Now, as of today, I’m more sure that’s a sign! However, it starts to rain. A few cars move on. I let my cock out of the tented trousers. All 8 inches spring out. Oh the relief. I stroke wildly as it is raining and I’m sure no one can see me now. Precum oozes out my cock. I know that this excitement is real. But the rain stops. I feel exposed. I’m not sure how to move things forward and show the right kind of guys that I’m a newbie looking for someone to be kind and look after me.
I bottle it. I drive away.
The next day, I head to work. At the very few moments when I can think about anything but work, I think about that lay-by. I think about just going there. I’ve been there three times before if I’m honest. Nothing has happened. But, I know there are guys there who are looking for the same thing as me. I think throughout the day, I’m going to go there. Colleagues ask, “Have you got any nice plans for the weekend?” My head says, “Yes, I’m going to go to this lay-by after work and cum a cum fountain out my 8 inch dick!” But, the words that come out talk about much more wholesome and sedate things!
At the end of work, I muster up the courage to put the details of the lay-by into my satnav. It’s on the way home and near a petrol station - so, if anyone asks, I can just say I was getting fuel… right? I drive there, part of the route is quite rural and past farms. I pull into a lay-by and load up a few apps and websites that I have memberships on like LPSG, squirt, sniffies and see that I can’t really see anyone nearby. I pull of and go over a bridge, but have to stop to let a guy walking a dog move over. I look at him and smile - wondering if he’s maybe up for it too.
Eventually, I drive down and around to the layby that’s the known spot. There are several cars there. No lorries tonight at all - that’s different. Each car has one man in it - from what I can tell. That’s a hopeful sign, surely. I park my silver Mini in front of a grey Mercedes. He is seemingly cleaning his car out. Although, I know he may not be. At one point, I see him in my mirror going into the scrub to pee. Sadly, it’s too far away to see what he’s packing. A few minutes pass, another vehicle approaches - a small white van. He gets out. Checks his phone. Opens the side door and sits in it. I think, “Oh! That’s quite private!” But, after a few minutes, he gets back into his driver’s seat and then a few minutes later, he leaves. At this point, I think, “I’m not sure this is meant to be.”
After that, a blue Vauxhall pulls up. He parks in. I can see him clearer in my interior mirror, as he’s closer. I get out the car, walk up a bit, walk down a tiny bit. The nerves kick in. I lean against my car, looking at my phone. Reading anything that will calm me down. Eventually, a few cars go past not stopping. I look back at the man in the blue Vauxhall- every now and again, he’s glancing down. I want to see what he’s looking at, as I suspect he’s wanking his meat his car. That kicks a whole new desire into play… that I want to watch!!
I go in and out of my car a few times. On one occasion, I feel brave enough to tug at my underwear, as if it’s uncomfortable. This hopefully shows of my bulge a bit! But, eventually, I think I feel the need to pee and after about 10 minutes of getting out and in the car, I decide to be brave and let my cock out and pee into the scrub.
At that point, the white van from before pulls in again. “Shit!!” I think. “I’ve just exposed myself to someone who is not cruising here!” I walk back around to the driver’s side and get in. “Oh well!” I think. At least my flaccid is about 6” and if he’s not cruising, he thinks I’m peeing and I’m not small… but if he is cruising - I’m nervous he may be interested!”
He gets out. Walks up the lay-by past my car. Then turns around. He walks back. I look up at him. There is this amazing eye contact. He nods at me. I smile. He smiles. It’s electric. We each understand that this is ok and we are on the same page. That is the first time in my life where I have felt that it’s an environment where I could explore a hook up.
All of a sudden, another car pulls in in front of mine. I’m not sure it was a guy. As the car stops, it takes every ounce of my courage to pull the door handle. With all my strength and courage from years of not exploring these opportunities, I make it out and stand on the other side of my car. The guy from the van turns around. He walks towards me and asks, “Are you ok? Are you having a good day?” I reply with, “Yes thanks - are you?” He says, “Yes!”
I can’t believe how straight he looks. He is literally the last guy I thought would be here. He has this amazing beard - short around the sides but long down his chin. I never thought it would turn me on, but in the flesh, it did. He was broad shouldered and had long hair in a bun. There was this mix of ruggedness and this heavy theme of kindness and friendliness.
He walks back past me whilst I look on my phone. He then sits in his van, which has a sliding door. This guy from the blue car is clearly more confident than me. He comes up to the van guy and starts talking. I watch from my left smile. At times, they each glance over to me and I smile at them. At this point, I’m hoping they start something and I can watch and wank my long cock, spunking my load on the side of the van! However, blue car guy gestures a few things. I see his hands by his fly, but then they both look my way. I wonder if they’re talking about me getting my cock out for a pee!
Blue car guy goes back to his car. White van guy comes last me again and says, “Are you looking for something?” My whole heart and body melt. I want to scream, “Yes!” But my ridiculously nervous body produces, “I’m not sure, maybe!?”
Then it gets real.
White van guy says, “A blow job. Can I blow you?” I stumble and manage a “Hmm I’m not sure!” He replies with, “Can I wank you?”
Since I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with penises. Yes bloody long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones. Let me touch it, feel it, run my fingers over the head!
However, my reply reflects my nerves and I say, “I’m not sure. Sorry! I’m just so nervous. I’ve never done anything with a guy before.” There is a moment’s pause. Our brains align. He says the phrase that is in my head - “Well, we all have to start somewhere!”
We start walking towards his van. I feel in a complete trance. I want this. But this is not me. Well, it’s not the me I have created. Not the me that everyone else knows! He suddenly says, “You have a really nice cock!” I’m aghast. How does he know that!? I then remember he pulled in as I was peeing. I say, “Oh! You saw that when you arrived!?” He says, “Oh yes!” I really, “I never know how I compare in those sorts of things!” He replies, “Well, let’s see!”
We get to his van and I say something stupid about how convenient it is. But, to be honest, a sliding door van is pretty good if you’re going to hook up in a lay-by! He gets in, kneels down and pulls his trousers down, revealing his cock. It’s flaccid and probably about 3”. I respond in the same way. We each rub our cocks, mine still flaccid at about 6”.
An urge takes over me. I have to feel another man’s cock. I’ve never done it. I’ve longed to. It is right there. I stroke him. His cock feels tight. Like it won’t stretch far. It’s different, but I like it. His foreskin doesn’t cover much of his head like mine. So, I try my best to work out what strokes he’d like! As soon as I grabbed his cock, he moved onto mine.
At first, I felt so nervous, that I felt numb. I wasn’t trying to get hard, but it wasn’t happening. My wildest desire was not fuelling my hard cock. We each kept stroking. His grew to about 6”. He had a lovely set of pubes and I enjoyed feeling them as I wanked him. His cock was narrower at the head and thick at the bottom. I told him, “You’ve got a thick cock.” He laughed. I replied, “Do people not tell you that?” He said, “I think it’s a decent size, but it’s not large!” He collects some precum off my cock with his finger and licks it. He does this several times. Then he says, “Your precum tastes amazing!” I’m reeling. I don’t think I’ve received this many compliments in such a short space of time. And, what’s more - the things he’s saying make me feel good. They reassure me - answer my doubts.
Eventually, I start to relax a bit. I loved feeling his cock as I wankef it. He rubs my nipples after carefully unbuttoning my shirt. He’s so gentle but so passionate. My cock starts to grow. He kisses me - wow! His lips. His stubble. His beard. I hold his head whilst he does this. What an amazing connection. I even run my hand up to his ear and play with it gently. I’m still wanking him - noticing how tight his foreskin is at his cock head.
Then he says, “Can I suck your nipples?” I say, “Yeah!” Well… wow wow wow wow! His stubbly face and brilliant beard, stunning lips and amazing tongue go down on my nipples like they are their own sex organ. I moan. I swear. I moan. This man has plumped up my cock now! I’m still wanking him.
There are several times where he goes from my nipples to kissing me (which is bloody amazing) and back and forth, then he comes away and continues to wank me.
I see him stick his tongue out whilst looking at my cock. But he pulls himself back. I say, “What? Do you want to suck it?” He says these exact words, which will be etched in my memory - “I would absolutely LOVE to suck YOU!” At which point I say, “Yeah! Go on!”
He goes down on me. It’s electric. I’m still wanking him and he’s going down on my cock like mad. I’ve never been blown like this at all. This guy knows what he’s doing! Up, down, twists. All of a sudden, he manages to go balls deep on me… which I’ve never felt. I moan like mad swear. Moan. It’s just insane.
Suddenly he launches off my cock and thrusts his beautiful bearded face into mine. This man knows how to kiss. I taste a familiar taste - my cock! Yes, the only cock that I have tasted is my own. Back in the day, I could bend down and suck myself off. This mix of insane new pleasures and familiarity made me relax more. But, I was also conscious I wanted to get him off too!
Back and forth he went, deep-throating my 8 inches and then passionately kissing me. I couldn’t help but hold onto his head. It was such a strong connection and feeling.
This guy’s incredible blow job skills were working their magic on my meat. All the time I’m wanking him and he’s popping off to snog me. It’s just amazing. I am still conscious the van is bobbing up and down though!
I feel that all-too-familiar building sensation. Thoughts run through my mind like, “He may not want me to cum in his mouth!” “I’m going to have to tell him!” “Sometimes I start spunking cum before I orgasm, maybe he won’t like that!” Well, all of those thoughts were dismissed when I told him I was going to cum and his mouth clamped down further on my cock. His pace quickened and I experienced one of the deepest orgasms I have ever experienced.
I shot again and again into his mouth. He skilfully slurped up every drop. I was in awe.
This beautiful, brilliant, kind man had helped me experience something new, electric and immense. But not expected anything in return. I asked him, “Do you want me to finish you off?” He didn’t reply, but I continued wanking him.
We kissed.
He reclined in a different position. It felt like I was holding him. I wanked him. His tight foreskin not moving much - feeling so different to my own. He groaned. He moaned. He said - “Argh, I’m coming!” I slowed a little - no come spunked out yet, but I continued slowly and he shot streams of white cum into his van.
Wow
So new - so intense - so unbelievable!
He was so kind, thoughtful and caring. I confided in him that it was my first time with a guy. He replied saying that was so hot, then he said words that blew me away. He said, “You’re so hot!” I never thought a guy would find me attractive like that. Let alone this straight-looking, bearded guy who I found attractive. I explained I thought he was really hot too!
I sorted my clothing out. I left his van, with him still in the back. Got into my car and drove away. I smiled all the way home. I experienced wave after wave of pleasure, release and relief. This was a life changing moment!
My only regret was, I wished I’d asked him if he was open to doing it again and if there’d be a way to initiate that. As such, I visited squirt and put on the listing about my amazing experience. Hoping that he’d see it and reach out.
And that’s it - a new chapter. A huge breakthrough!
As I write this story, I’ve one hand on my cock. After today’s deep throating from Mr White Van, my cock feels smooth. I think he’d approve of me wanking off again when I read this story back … don’t you?
This is a true story from Worsted Lodge Lay-by, Cambridgeshire, UK
