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By *uvboy OP Man
2 weeks ago
Bournemouth |
Back in the 70s when I was a young man, I often walked past a men‘s toilet on the edge of a park on my way home from the pub at the weekends. I always felt a strange thrill as I approached this grubby little building. I knew, or had heard stories about the sordid goings on in there, and I wanted to see if they were true. One rainy night I finally plucked up the courage to venture inside. If anyone was there I could always chicken out by saying I was sheltering from the rain. As I entered the half-open door I was confronted by a complete blackness and that typical chlorine/urine „aroma“ which got my heart beating faster. There was a dripping noise which made the whole thing more exciting. I took out my cigarette lighter and went into one of the two cubicles. All three walls and the inside of the door were covered with graffiti, depicting swollen cocks spurting cum into poorly drawn mouths, „Here every Wednesday 11pm“, „suck yer dick“, fuck my arse“, half scratched out phone numbers. My cock was getting hard reading these messages, and I was hoping somebody would come in. I was also hoping nobody would come in. My cock was rock-hard and I decided to go home and do a bit of edging in my comfortable bed. I carefully packed my now precum dripping, pulsating cock into my tight jeans - being careful not to touch it if possible - and walked to the door. As I went out, he came in. We were both startled at this sudden meeting. The door was quite narrow, meaning we had to turn sideways. I turned toward him and in doing so my bulging groin was forced against his. He was obviously looking forward to doing what I had just stopped doing, his bulge very noticable. Hi, he murmured, looking me in the eyes. He was about 50 and a bit chubby. I went outside and he carried on inside. I hid behind a tree to see if he would come out having just had a pee and go on his way. I waited 15 minutes and he didn‘t appear. Perhaps he had a heart attack, I thought. I walked over and re-entered the grubby little building… |
I was faintly aware of the goings on in public toilets in 1985 but too scared to visit as had also heard they were raided by police! This was in South London
