True story:
It was summer holidays. I was wandering around the shopping centre area, on a glorious sunny day. The combination of the sun and it's warmth, and seeing the fairer sex in their more revealing summer clothes was making me horny. Very horny. So much so I needed to have a wank, and I knew I couldn't wait until I got back home to relieve myself. I needed to find somewhere quiet, and quickly, to ease my horny state.
The only place I could think of that I knew would be safe in the middle of the town centre was a public toilet cubicle. I never even knew cottaging was a thing back then.
I raced into the first public toilets I knew of, which was part of the town centre's bus station. Typical smelly, seedy, germ filled place, but you could clearly feel the sexual energy in there. Walking past the urinals, I went straight to the cubicles, and into the only one that was vacant. Locking the door behind me, I couldn't get my jeans and pants down quick enough.
The metal toilet looked unappealing. The wooden strips for seat had long since gone. But I needed to sit down and wank myself off. I leant back and enjoyed the feeling of my hard cock in my hand, running my hand up and down on it, enjoying the pleasure as I remembered those pert females bodies in their summer dresses in the shopping areas.
It felt so good wanking myself. My eyes started reading some of the 'graffiti' on the back of the cubicle door and in the walls. Little messages from people wanting cock and saying when they were going to be there. I continued wanking as I read all these messages. My eyes followed them up the wall. All of a sudden I caught sight of a head looking over the toilet cubicle wall, watching me wanking myself. I was startled and wasn't expecting it. I was caught red-handed with my hard cock in my hand, and there was no hiding what I was doing.
The man peering over the top of the wall signalled with the look on his face that, he was liking what he was seeing. For some reason, I quite liked him seeing me I this uncompromising position. If he enjoyed what he was seeing then I was quite happy to let him see. Switching between looking at my cock as I wanted it and back up to seeing this man watching me, I continued wanking myself. I was young, no experience, and first time I had someone looking at my hard cock and liking what they were seeing. It turned me on even more, and I carried on wanking myself. I was enjoying this moment very much.
After a few mins of this, the man's head disappeared. I heard the creak of his cubicle door open. I thought that was it, and he had left. But then I caught sight of a foot being slid under the door of my cubicle and a very gentle knock on the door. I knew it was him, the same guy that had been watching me wank myself. I was nervous and unsure what to do. But I also really enjoyed him seeing my cock.
Nervously I unlocked the door, and this man let himself into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. Limited space meant we both had to stand. The man was in his 50's or maybe early 60's. He reaked of alcohol. But there I was, stood there in front of a total stranger with my cock enjoying being seen in all it's glory.
He reached for my cock and I let go of it, to allow him to touch it and hold it properly. No-one had ever done this to me before. It felt so hot and exciting to feel my cock in someone else's hand. He began wanking me. He did reach down and tried sucking me. Oh wow, I was not expecting this. For the first time every I had my cock in someone's mouth and it felt fantastic, better than I ever imagined it would be.
Unfortunately space was too tight in the cubicle to allow him to continue sucking my cock, so he stood upright again, and began wanking my young cock. I loved it. It felt so good having someone playing with my cock, wanking it, and I enjoyed the sight of it too. I could feel my cum building up inside my fully erect cock. It didn't take much longer before this total stranger's hand had my virgin cock spunking. My cock exploded, sending a huge amount of cum all over the cubicle wall and floor. Oh how I needed that release.
Very quickly this older man thanked me, turned around and let himself out of the cubicle, never to be seen again, as I was left to try and compose myself, and pull my trousers back up.
That was my first ever experience with another man, and first ever experience of what happens in public toilets. Let's just say that I visited those toilets quite a few more times during that period of my life. |
