I was alone, standing at a urinal, slowly playing with my cock.
I had walked to the bookshop on my lunch break, I'd been here a few times as I knew it was a known gay cruising spot. On a few occasions I'd been lucky and managed to have some fun with a couple of guys, they had been rushed experiences as usually they were nervous of another customer walking in. It was earlier in the lunch period this time and I was hoping it wouldn't be as busy yet and perhaps I'd be able to spend a bit longer with any fellow cruisers.
These toilets in particular were good, as there were 2 squeaky doors leading to the toilet, which then required a security code to be entered before the latch would turn. This gave loads of time to assume a natural position.
I stood, ears strained for footsteps and the sound of the code being pressed into the security lock. Everytime I heard the squeaky doors my cock would give an excited jump in anticipation, but as yet the people either went to the accessible toilet or the ladies.
I was fairly experienced sexually having had quite a few meets, naturally I was bottom and over the years my submissive side had developed. I had always known I was bottom and wanted to do what I was told, I discovered that my cock went extremely hard when I had been used a bit rough, spanked or instructed to get on my knees. I didn't know why but the feeling of being dominated and used for pleasure just felt right.
The toilet itself was small, with only 2 urinals and a cubicle and had a particular smell, not an unpleasant smell, more like a dank, damp type of smell that you get in toilets which are located in basement levels. I remembered the first time I had walked in about a year ago, I had entered the door and could see someone standing at the urinal. My heart had been racing as the first thing I had seen was the hint of an engorged helmet, which they were half hiding but also showing enough that anyone who looked would see. I stood next to them, they looked about 40ish. I unzipped and brought my semi hard cock out, I had actually needed to pee but with my growing hardon I had to hold back. My eyes were forward but my peripheral vision was fixed at the cock, looking for signs of stroking. Then I seen it, his fingers stroking his helmet, pushing it out a bit farther so I couldn't miss it. My own cock stiffened and I began slowly stroking. I glanced to my left and our eyes met, he gave me a knowing nod which I returned, communicating that we were we both looking for the same thing.
He reached out and took my hard cock in his hand, I was very average in the cock department at 6 inches but a big set of balls and nice exposed knobhead always drew compliments. His was slightly bigger but not by much. I returned the gesture and slid my hand on his shaft, we both pulled on each other's cocks, the feeling of being wanked by another hand whilst also having someone else's cock in my hand was amazing, I moaned as the pleasure of being masterbated flowed through me. I knew my urinal partner was feeling the same as he had started pushing his hips forward with every stroke so that he was fucking my hand. We sped up naturally, taking our cue from our quickening breaths and moans. I had wanted to suck him off but our mutual wanking had brought us quick quickly to the end, I let out a louder moan as the feeling of orgasm rose, and from this he also did the same. I pumped his cock with my hand, feeling it tense as shoots of cum spurted out, my own cum sprayed against the urinal as I came hard, both making gutteral noises. Fuck, that was hot, he said after a few seconds. Yeah, I replied, still catching my breath. See you again I heard as he headed for the door.
That was it, I was addicted. I was addicted to the thrill of toilet encounters and to cruising, I wanted more.....
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