Author - Mark Green UK
Loo Boy -- A true story! Part 1
I had a really great job, I was just 19 and set up exhibition stands for various scientific companies. If the exhibition went on for a few days, I would have to set up the stand, then have a couple of days to kill before breaking down the stand again.
I had to organise a stand at the Exhibition Centre in Bournemouth, (South of England), It was about 4 hours from my home town so it was decided that I would stay over for a couple of nights. I quite liked this as it meant that I would stay at the `Grand' and would eat well and be pampered by the staff for a few days as well as having cabled soft porn in the room!.
After spending the morning setting up the stand I was covered in dust and grime and went back to the hotel for a bath. After, I decided to go explore Bournemouth. It is a coastal town where other than exhibitions people go to retire and die, however it has over the years a growing gay community. I personally have always been completely heterosexual but have always had an interest in gay porn and have become aroused on a number of occasions although never actually had a real one on one gay experience.
I wandered along the front looking out to sea, it was a chilly november day and what people were about were well wrapped up. I stopped off at a pub for a pint, a large log fire was glowing in the hearth and one pint turned into three, I wasn't driving so I decided to make the most of it.
I wandered out into the cold afternoon air, feeling quite mellow and to be honest a little horny, but not quite sure what to go looking for. After wandering a little more I needed to use a public convenience, I eventually found one it was underground and went down the steps, there were about 15 urinals and a about 8 cubicles. I like to look at the erotic scribbles on the walls, I sat in the loo and read some of the messages, some arranging meeting times and places, some really good erotic scribblings. I sat for a while reading and had a bit of a play with myself. There was one message that caught my eye, it read "Guy, mid 60's would like to meet young male for games" it seemed a friendly message, not too menacing like some of the others, it then went on to say that he would be here at 12.00 midday tomorrow wearing a blue jacket and will stand at the end urinal, I was quite shocked at becoming quite aroused by this.
I left and went back to my hotel, it was getting dark and a few of the exhibition guys and women will be going out for a drink.
That night I couldn't stop thinking about the message in the toilet but could not decide whether to investigate or not.
Next day I awoke and went down for breakfast. It was another cool breezy day and after breakfast I returned to my room for for a while, took a shower put on my coat my coat then walked through the marble floored reception, through the rotating door out into the sea breeze. It was about 11.00am and I took a steady walk along the seafront.
I arrived at the public convenience at about 11.50, and hung about for a couple of minutes, trying to get the courage to enter, I finally decided to enter as I actually needed to use the urinal. I stood at the urinal with my semi hard cock in my hand for about 10 minutes and at about 10.12 I walked up the steps to the road and seafront and found a bench to sit on for a while. I had only been there for about 5 minutes when this old guy in a blue jacket walked confidently down the steps into the mens toilets...
I didn't even think about it, I followed him down the steps, he stood urinating at the middle urinal, which troubled me a little as I was expecting the end urinal. He looked over his shoulder hearing my footsteps behind him. I decided to go for it, and went to the urinal next to his, he shuffled a little, but I did notice him have a glance at me as I took out my now semi hard cock. He wasn't too bad looking for an old guy, I could see the thick stream of urine splashing into his bowl and could only imagine at that moment the cock that it was coming from.
I really went for it then, and faced a little toward him, he looked straight at my cock and I eased back my foreskin, he gave a little shudder and looked up at me, he then walked toward a cubicle, I followed feeling quite nervous.
The door clunked as he locked it behind, this was amazing, was I actually going to do see his cock, I then said I'd never done this before and he said it was OK did I want to do it?, I whispered yes, I then closed the toilet bowl and sat on it, he told me his name was George and that he was married.
I thought about asking him back to my hotel room, but the moment was here and I didn't want to delay it any more. He stood before me, he had buttoned trousers and I felt his cock beneath as I undid them button by button, I could smell him, his underpants had a damp spot from where he had just before urinated, I hooked my finger into his pants and felt his warm cock, it felt as soft as velvet, and I eased it out. It was semi hard, and he was uncut, I could see the opening under the quite loose foreskin and holding it with my right hand I gently drew back the skin, he shuddered with delight and I saw him grow before me. It was big, really big, not so much long but so wide. His helmet was dark and shiny, and I gently wanked him into my mouth, he writhed and I tasted his juices entering me, it was salty, I explored his cock end with my tongue, quite a sweet taste at the base of his foreskin.
I continued masturbating this wonderous cock for a few more minutes, and I could tell by his motions he was about to climax, I didn't speed up I cupped his cock with my mouth, and continued wanking him until I felt his abundant juices explode into my waiting mouth, he came and came, I had no choice but to swallow, I liked the taste, I looked at his cock and it was still hard but now shiney with cum, I continued to clean it off with my mouth, making sure I took every drop.
We talked for a couple of munutes, as he carresed my crutch through my tight jeans, it was then I asked him if he would like to come back to my room for some more play...