Back in 1991, I was sitting in the local library, trying to gather 'facts' for a college project and my mind started to wander. Three doors down was the local public toilet which I had visited earlier that day for a piss.
I was entranced by the various drawings on the wall of the cublicle I had gone into, the dirty messages, the filth of it all. I knew I was gay but I hadn't really experienced anything with a man and I now needed to see more, I couldn't concentrate but I was so nervous. 'Fuck it', I thought but, to be honest, my brain wasn't doing any thinking, my cock and balls were telling me what I needed to do.
Anyways, I packed my stuff back into my bag and off I went...my heart was pounding as I walked in, out of the daylight. Just as I was heading in, a man in his mid forties was heading out and he gave me this serious stare as we bundled by each other. I tried to avoid eye contact as I stumbled past him and almost fell straight into the cubicle I had been in earlier.
Ah man...the drawings of men fucking each other...sucking cocks...cum shooting everywhere. Such a turn on but I was still really nervous...there were people outside, on the other side of the door who could hear me. I pulled my pants down over my ass and, as quietly as I could, I started to have a wank.
Just as I started to relax, I was shocked to see a head appearing over the wall to the next cublicle. It was the man who passed me on the way in. He clearly saw what I was up to but he gave me a wink and whispered in 'meet me outside' and then he disappeared, back over the wall.
I didn't know what to do so I just figured, 'why not' and I pulled my pants back up and headed out. He was standing around 10 feet down from the entrance and cocked his head back, as a way of telling me to follow him.
I was in a daze so I just did what he suggested, little realising that that action started me on a path of always doing what older men told me to do. |
