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… Read more

Back in my early days of cottaging, I was not fully aware of certain signs and etiquette inside the public toilets that indicated someone was ‘up for it’. These could be someone coughing or sniffing a certain amount of times, tapping of the feet, or just giving a certain look that gave the game away. It could be risky if you were to proposition the wrong guy, and bear in mind it was still a criminal offence to engage in lewd behaviour, never mind the fact you were squirrelled away inside a locked cubicle. I never had to learn any of these secret codes and signs, as the guys I’d engage in sordi… Read more

There was always something about female underwear that fascinated me, and nylon especially. I couldn’t resist from touching the synthetic fibre, and feeling that electric twinge of excitement, causing my young cock to stir. My mother had very little in the way of attractive underwear; mostly beige bras and knickers, and definitely nothing as exciting as a pair of stockings! She adorned her legs in thick tan coloured tights whenever she wore a skirt or dress. I would spend my summer holidays with my grandmother, and it came to my teenage attention that her wardrobe was full of much more intere… Read more

So, having sampled my first cock, I was eager to repeat the experience. Luckily, I didn’t have too long to wait for my second encounter, a meeting that would be etched onto my memory, and have me hooked on older guys forevermore. It was an early Spring day, bright sunshine, but the wind still held onto it’s wintertime chill, as I frequented the convenience where I had lost my innocence. It had become a regular weekend haunt, hoping for another illicit encounter in the stalls, wanting the touch and caress of another stranger. I entered into the cubicle where I had lost my virginity, the stains… Read more

When did the realisation hit me that I was attracted to cock? It was blindingly obvious to me as I hit my twenties, sitting in a public convenience, when my eyes started wandering around the interior of the cubicle I had initially entered to empty an overflowing bladder, when I was confronted with some fantastic artwork of transvestites sucking and fucking some well drawn cocks. The stories that accompanied the artwork had me incredibly aroused in mere moments, and instead of emptying my bladder, I ended up draining my balls. Obviously, the erotica daubed all over the stall must have had the s… Read more