First time wanked
One December evening many many years ago I was on my way to my girlfriend's house and needed a pee. Didn't have a car in those days and as I still had 15 mins to get there I made a diversion into a Public Toilet in the middle of town. It was near a roundabout and row of shops so at that time very few passers-by.
Never been in it before, it wasn't on my route anywhere. It was underground, down stone steps, and as I went down my footsteps rang out loudly. It was brightly lit, glass bricks in it's ceiling meant you could see people above about to come down. Old victorian tiles on the wall, 8 porcelain piss-stones and two cubicles with louvred panels, some of which had been kicked out so if you bent down you could see in. I started to have a pee, hard stream I'd been holding in for 10 minutes and as I let it go I noticed to my right, at the far end of the stones an old man, I was 19 at the time and he must have been 40 or older. Clean shaven with glasses, he wore a long overcoat and a trilby hat, suit trousers and polished shoes. His left arm was resting on the high porcelain divider and he was looking at me. I can't explain why but I started to feel really horny and slowly wanked. I just looked ahead but from the corner of my eye I could see him walking over.
He stood next to me on my right and even with the high divider I could see him wanking a small cock. He looked over at my stiff cock and said 'That looks lovely, can I touch it?' I couldn't answer, had no idea what to do but was suddenly so turned on .... maybe it was the smell of the place , spunk, sweat, piss ........ so I stepped back a little and let him put his arm round the divider. I almost came when he touched me but he looked me in the eye, raised his eyebrows and said 'Beautiful'.
He turned me slightly to face him and as he wanked me he pushed open my coat and raised my shirt so my chest was exposed. Then he leaned over and sucked a nipple, the first time a man had ever done that to me. I put my head back, eyes closed and just let him do it. Suddenly I heard footsteps, someone was coming down. I hurriedly straightened my clothes but stayed where I was, trying to shield my hard-on. The old man stayed next to me as another stranger walked down the room. He was probably 60ish, to me at 19 an old man and it was obvious within a minute that he was watching us and wanking.
The man next to me simply reached round for my cock again and turned me to face him once more. I was nervous as hell, wondering what the other man would do but he just turned to get a better look at what was going on. The old man next to me moved behind me and wanking me with one hand he raised my shirt with the other and turned me completely to face the other stranger. I felt so horny being exposed in a public place to another old man by this dirty old man who had me almost naked, my jeans round my ankles and my shirt lifted right up, by body completely bare.
I'd never had anything like this before. He started to wank me faster and played with my nipples. The second man came over and squatted in front of me. He reached up and held my thighs. His hands were very cold I remember, then he cupped my young balls, stroking them gently and as the old man behind me tossed me faster and faster my back arched and I shot a stream of SPUNK into the face of the man in front of me ..... his mouth opening to catch it as it splashed on his nose and cheeks. The man behind me kept wanking slowly now, draining my balls as the old man in front took out a white cotton handkerchief, wiped my SPUNK from his face, stood up, said 'Thank you' then left. I reached down and pulled up my jeans, tucking my shirt back in. I felt weak, light-headed, completely drained and as I looked at the dirty old man he walked back down the room, took up his earlier position, turned, smiled and waved.
I walked up the steps into the cold night air, looking round guiltily, to see if there was anyone around, anyone watching, as if they'd know what had happened. But there was no one to be seen. 8pm on a December night and the area was deserted.
For the rest of that night even next to my girlfriend, all I could think about was being in that toilet with those two men and how hard I'd been, how turned-on, how excited and stiff my cock had been.
Two nights later I went back, hoping for more of the same. It was deserted when I went down the steps but that time I stepped into a cubicle, slipped my jeans down and sat wanking, reading the graffiti. Some of the louvres in the lower part of door had been removed, kicked out I guessed, so someone standing opposite at the piss-stones could, just by leaning down , see directly into the cubicle. It was cold in there but I had a hard-on, my jeans round my ankles, coat off and shirt unbuttoned as I waited.
Never been in it before, it wasn't on my route anywhere. It was underground, down stone steps, and as I went down my footsteps rang out loudly. It was brightly lit, glass bricks in it's ceiling meant you could see people above about to come down. Old victorian tiles on the wall, 8 porcelain piss-stones and two cubicles with louvred panels, some of which had been kicked out so if you bent down you could see in. I started to have a pee, hard stream I'd been holding in for 10 minutes and as I let it go I noticed to my right, at the far end of the stones an old man, I was 19 at the time and he must have been 40 or older. Clean shaven with glasses, he wore a long overcoat and a trilby hat, suit trousers and polished shoes. His left arm was resting on the high porcelain divider and he was looking at me. I can't explain why but I started to feel really horny and slowly wanked. I just looked ahead but from the corner of my eye I could see him walking over.
He stood next to me on my right and even with the high divider I could see him wanking a small cock. He looked over at my stiff cock and said 'That looks lovely, can I touch it?' I couldn't answer, had no idea what to do but was suddenly so turned on .... maybe it was the smell of the place , spunk, sweat, piss ........ so I stepped back a little and let him put his arm round the divider. I almost came when he touched me but he looked me in the eye, raised his eyebrows and said 'Beautiful'.
He turned me slightly to face him and as he wanked me he pushed open my coat and raised my shirt so my chest was exposed. Then he leaned over and sucked a nipple, the first time a man had ever done that to me. I put my head back, eyes closed and just let him do it. Suddenly I heard footsteps, someone was coming down. I hurriedly straightened my clothes but stayed where I was, trying to shield my hard-on. The old man stayed next to me as another stranger walked down the room. He was probably 60ish, to me at 19 an old man and it was obvious within a minute that he was watching us and wanking.
The man next to me simply reached round for my cock again and turned me to face him once more. I was nervous as hell, wondering what the other man would do but he just turned to get a better look at what was going on. The old man next to me moved behind me and wanking me with one hand he raised my shirt with the other and turned me completely to face the other stranger. I felt so horny being exposed in a public place to another old man by this dirty old man who had me almost naked, my jeans round my ankles and my shirt lifted right up, by body completely bare.
I'd never had anything like this before. He started to wank me faster and played with my nipples. The second man came over and squatted in front of me. He reached up and held my thighs. His hands were very cold I remember, then he cupped my young balls, stroking them gently and as the old man behind me tossed me faster and faster my back arched and I shot a stream of SPUNK into the face of the man in front of me ..... his mouth opening to catch it as it splashed on his nose and cheeks. The man behind me kept wanking slowly now, draining my balls as the old man in front took out a white cotton handkerchief, wiped my SPUNK from his face, stood up, said 'Thank you' then left. I reached down and pulled up my jeans, tucking my shirt back in. I felt weak, light-headed, completely drained and as I looked at the dirty old man he walked back down the room, took up his earlier position, turned, smiled and waved.
I walked up the steps into the cold night air, looking round guiltily, to see if there was anyone around, anyone watching, as if they'd know what had happened. But there was no one to be seen. 8pm on a December night and the area was deserted.
For the rest of that night even next to my girlfriend, all I could think about was being in that toilet with those two men and how hard I'd been, how turned-on, how excited and stiff my cock had been.
Two nights later I went back, hoping for more of the same. It was deserted when I went down the steps but that time I stepped into a cubicle, slipped my jeans down and sat wanking, reading the graffiti. Some of the louvres in the lower part of door had been removed, kicked out I guessed, so someone standing opposite at the piss-stones could, just by leaning down , see directly into the cubicle. It was cold in there but I had a hard-on, my jeans round my ankles, coat off and shirt unbuttoned as I waited.
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