I often think about the time I'm about to relate. I wanted to share and hear of other's experiences.
Initially it was a mixture of excitement and I guess a little fear which dissipated quickly.
I was in a public toilet near Slough and I was masturbating in a cubicle reading the messages scribbled on the wall. I'd gone in there after work for a little relief nice or twice a month. Sometimes a hand would appear under the wall and I'd enjoy being felt.
On this day I could hear more than one person outside and there was a light tap on the door. They could probably see the shadow of me masturbating. I opened the door and there were a number of guys there all playing with their cocks out, so I knew they were there for the same reason as I.
I walked to the urinal and started to stroke. One guy came up right behind me and put his arms around me gently, lifting my shirt and caressing my chest and belly.
Another stood to my side and took my cock in his hand and started stroking softly.
A third started to slide my jeans down to my knees and then slid his hand between my cheeks, running a finger between them. He found my bud but only pressed lightly and with his other hand cupped my balls. I remember all this like it was yesterday. It was all so gentle.
I was breathing heavily and they were encouraging me.
I felt the guy behind slide my briefs down and place his warm hard cock against me, replacing the other guys hand.
I just knew I wanted to cum. I felt safe and guess one guy was keeping watch but I was too aroused now to worry. I remember saying I was close to cumming and the man wanking me slowed down . His lips were against my ear and he was reassuring me.
He edged me until I asked for release and I came so strongly, the one guy's cock still between my cheeks, hard and I think a little moist. I was weak at the knees when I exploded, but he supported me as I recovered. And the guy holding me didn't let go until I'd started to go limp, massaging my cum over my cock and balls. It was possibly the most exciting sexual experience I've ever had. I did nothing in return.
When I'd gathered my composure I regret that I left quickly so didn't chat, didn't find out anything about their plans and I returned there regularly, always disappointed they weren't there. Sigh. I've wanted to live that group experience ever since, hopefully in the security and warmth of someone's home.
I so long to be loved that way again.
I hope you enjoyed that. I'd love to hear of similar experiences.
Ash x
It was. I so long to repeat it with a similar bunch of guys. They were in their late forties and fifties. I hadn't anticipated ever being involved in group fun but they were just so gentle.
