A few musings...
As I sit here as a jaded middle aged man, my mind wanders back to my youth and my first forays into the world of clandestine sex acts in public toilets, usually in the company of an older man. Like most horny teenagers, I was randy most of the time and I would drain my balls several times a day. When I visited my local public toilets, I was confronted with graffiti covered walls with lurid tales and fantastic artwork of trannies taking cocks in every orifice, covered in spunk and shooting a load of their own as they were fucked in the mouth and arse. The first time I saw this sight scrawled on the walls and the backs of the doors, I inevitably had to have a wank and experienced a powerful climax as I tugged away in the murk with the stench of stale cigarette smoke in the air, fighting the overpowering aroma of industrial strength bleach. When I had finished masturbating, the whiff of freshly spilled spunk added to the smells. I was consumed with guilt and confusion after my orgasm, and hastily cleaned my bodily fluids as best I could and departed the toilets in an air of shame. But I knew that this is what turned me on. And so I regularly frequented that toilet, and all the others in the town, reading all the tales scribbled on the walls and doors, pulling away on my stiffened member as I appreciated the erotic artwork and shooting many a load as I became immersed in a secret world just hidden behind battered public toilet doors.
After I had my first encounter with a middle aged man, sucking on my first cock and bringing him to orgasm, I knew that I would be back for more! The first time I saw his prick, I couldn’t resist from giving it a cheeky kiss on his tip. And then a lick. And then devouring it totally, revelling at feeling it grow hard in my mouth and realising that my own penis was throbbing intensely as I worked this older man’s dick with my lips and tongue. I knew that my masculinity was gone in that moment, and I was a natural cocksucker. I’d have many more encounters in that and other public loos over the years, but that was the genesis of my sexual awakening. And because it was so secret and clandestine, it made it so more special. There was no-one to tell about my weekend exploits; whilst all of my friends boasted about their sexual conquests in the bars and clubs, I retained the knowledge that I’d had a few snatched moments squirrelled away in a cubicle with a horny older man, and that was the appeal of it all. It was my experience, and mine alone.
After my second encounter with a lovely older guy in his seventies, I was hooked on the more experienced gentleman. To this day, I have never been fondled or caressed in the way that he used to touch me. He used to love to get me so aroused and awaken every nerve ending on my body, that he could draw a load of cum out of me in virtually no time, so expert was his touch. And fortunately for me, I would have quite a few meetings with this skilful lover. For me, I loved to gobble down on his big, old todger, watching his aged member come to life and defy the ravages of time. However, on one of our clandestine trysts in the local loos, he turned around, presented his bony backside to me, and spread what little of his buttocks remained, begging to be fucked. Whilst I loved what he kept in the front of his underpants, I knew that I had no interest in it’s rear contents! My cock quickly went limp looking at his aged bottom and puckered old arsehole. As he looked over his shoulder and saw what effect it had on my deflating member, I could see the look of disappointment sweep across his features. Nonetheless, he turned around again, his magic fingers quickly getting me aroused again in no time, and skilfully drew another load of young spunk out of me.
Now, most of the ‘cottages’ have gone. Either closed and bull-dozed in the name of progress, or they have been replaced with pristine and sterile little kiosks where you have to pay a fortune to empty your bladder or bowels. No horny pensioners who had spent a lifetime cruising the toilet blocks, knowing the signs that a curious young chap may want more than just to wank himself off in a cubicle, and could be persuaded to try something a little more risqué. The thrill of finding tights or stockings badly concealed behind a cistern, to happening across a freshly spilled deposit of cum congealing around the piss cubes in the urinal, or an empty bottle of Vaseline and some spunk filled condoms floating in the bowl of a murky cubicle, there was no guaranteeing what you would encounter once you walked into one of these little temples of man on man fun.
After I had my first encounter with a middle aged man, sucking on my first cock and bringing him to orgasm, I knew that I would be back for more! The first time I saw his prick, I couldn’t resist from giving it a cheeky kiss on his tip. And then a lick. And then devouring it totally, revelling at feeling it grow hard in my mouth and realising that my own penis was throbbing intensely as I worked this older man’s dick with my lips and tongue. I knew that my masculinity was gone in that moment, and I was a natural cocksucker. I’d have many more encounters in that and other public loos over the years, but that was the genesis of my sexual awakening. And because it was so secret and clandestine, it made it so more special. There was no-one to tell about my weekend exploits; whilst all of my friends boasted about their sexual conquests in the bars and clubs, I retained the knowledge that I’d had a few snatched moments squirrelled away in a cubicle with a horny older man, and that was the appeal of it all. It was my experience, and mine alone.
After my second encounter with a lovely older guy in his seventies, I was hooked on the more experienced gentleman. To this day, I have never been fondled or caressed in the way that he used to touch me. He used to love to get me so aroused and awaken every nerve ending on my body, that he could draw a load of cum out of me in virtually no time, so expert was his touch. And fortunately for me, I would have quite a few meetings with this skilful lover. For me, I loved to gobble down on his big, old todger, watching his aged member come to life and defy the ravages of time. However, on one of our clandestine trysts in the local loos, he turned around, presented his bony backside to me, and spread what little of his buttocks remained, begging to be fucked. Whilst I loved what he kept in the front of his underpants, I knew that I had no interest in it’s rear contents! My cock quickly went limp looking at his aged bottom and puckered old arsehole. As he looked over his shoulder and saw what effect it had on my deflating member, I could see the look of disappointment sweep across his features. Nonetheless, he turned around again, his magic fingers quickly getting me aroused again in no time, and skilfully drew another load of young spunk out of me.
Now, most of the ‘cottages’ have gone. Either closed and bull-dozed in the name of progress, or they have been replaced with pristine and sterile little kiosks where you have to pay a fortune to empty your bladder or bowels. No horny pensioners who had spent a lifetime cruising the toilet blocks, knowing the signs that a curious young chap may want more than just to wank himself off in a cubicle, and could be persuaded to try something a little more risqué. The thrill of finding tights or stockings badly concealed behind a cistern, to happening across a freshly spilled deposit of cum congealing around the piss cubes in the urinal, or an empty bottle of Vaseline and some spunk filled condoms floating in the bowl of a murky cubicle, there was no guaranteeing what you would encounter once you walked into one of these little temples of man on man fun.
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