It took a few months and a lot of wanking before I had the unshakeable urge to go forth into the dark interiors of a public toilet to look for sex.
I got really fit because I started running twice a day. Each day, I'd jog past the toilet block with the intention of going inside, and each day I'd watch it with longing, but kept a steel resolve that I couldn't go inside.
Then, one fine mid-spring morning, I did.
Not too many people were out and about that morning, and I genuinely needed to pee, but I also had an itch that I could not scratch that had persisted for days.
The toilet loomed above me as I reached it, with the entry being dark and revealing nothing. While outside in the sun it was warm, the inside was cold and dark.
There weren't any lights on, but then I assumed they were programmed to go off when the sun rose, which it had, just not enough to light the toilets enough.
I was the only person in the toilet, which was disappointing.
Emboldened, because I was alone, I used the urinals. When I finished, I checked both cubicles and was disappointed to confirm they were unoccupied, so I took a few minutes to read some of the graffiti on the walls and on the door.
It turns out that quite a few guys had come to this toilet when no one was about too, and they'd made their presence known by writing dates and times when they'd revisit.
"To the jogger in blue shorts here on Wednesday early morning, that was fun! Let's do it again!" wrote one guy, and he scribbled that he'd be there at the same time every week. I made a mental note to try and come on a Wednesday.
My dick protested against my underpants when I read that, as I imagined what those two had gotten up to for the guy to have taken the time to write about it on the wall.
I wanked alone. Not quite what I'd hoped for, but better than sitting at home in my office chair watching a variety of the same porn.
Wednesday morning, I returned.
As soon as I walked inside, I saw a young jogger at the urinal who turned to look at me.
Nervous, uncertain how these things generally worked, I moved to the cubicles, but as I did, I saw the reflection of the lad's cock in the polished urinal.
He wasn't pissing and even though he looked away from me, I had a sense he was waiting.
I cannot tell you where my confidence came from, but I surprised myself and detoured and moved to the urinal.
When I pulled my shorts and undies down, I sort of hid my dick with my right hand and tried to look out of the corner of my eye.
He was subtly watching me, and I thought I saw his hand moving a little.
Seconds passed, and I felt the blood surge to my ears while my legs urged me to run away.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to see that while he'd also subtly hidden his cock, I could also see he was hard and gently stroking it. I guess the motion could be mistaken as innocent unless you were looking for it.
My hand slowly mimicked his action and stroked my dick as it got hard, which I think took less than two seconds, and then it was difficult to hide. I'm not saying I'm huge, I'm just saying that it's not easy to hide a rock-hard cock at a urinal with a highly reflective surface.
He turned slightly towards me and revealed a fat, long, lightly tanned cut cock with neatly trimmed balls.
Wow. A groomer. I'd seen plenty of these types in porn.
Strengthened by his open wanking, I did the same. Feeling a little more confident, we took the time to scan each other better.
He was in his early 20s, fit; possibly part Asian, part English, it was difficult to tell, but his dick was decent-sized and I'm sure he had a queue of women, and probably men too, who thought he was really handsome.
It was clear that he thought as highly of my cock as I did of his, because with a quick glance towards the door, he shifted over and reached his hand out.
Yes, my auto-response was to turn away, which I had to fight, so I turned towards him a little more instead. My eyes scanned the doorway, and my ears strained to listen carefully.
Luckily, that early in the morning there was hardly anyone around, and we could probably hear someone approaching from a distance.
His hand reached out and grabbed my cock, and it felt good.
Really good actually. It was warm, and he gently began to stroke my dick.
Again, I checked the doorway, keeping my senses alert.
I realised that I wanted to touch his too.
But before I could, he bent down and brought his mouth down to my dick.
My heart boomed in my chest, and my eyes immediately focused on the door. My ears trained towards the door and beyond.
His hot mouth pressed onto the head of my dick and then sucked my whole dick. He kept going until his chin pushed into my balls and the tip of my dick was in his throat.
Holy shit.
I wanted to jizz immediately.
When his mouth moved back up to the head, the sensation was just as fucking unbelievable, and not even halfway up, he brought it back down again and this time he tightened his mouth and squeezed his hand.
"Fuck!" I said out loud, all the while staring at the door.
This guy's mouth was so soft, and so hot, it felt like warm, milky silk.
He sucked my dick so perfectly that I struggled to enjoy it without shooting my load too quick.
I held on, the back of his head bobbing up and down as he gulped and sucked on my dick, while his hand cupped my balls and stroked the shaft alternately.
My hand started to go out, because I wanted to alert him that I couldn't hold it any longer. Besides, I really wanted to suck his dick too. It seemed only fair.
"Oh fuck!" I said, as the urge became imminent.
He stopped, and brought his head up.
We both watched the door, as my hand went out to grab his cock.
When I turned back at him, I expected him to have leaned back, with an eye on the door, and ready for me to suck his dick.
But instead, he was puckered and leaning forward, staring intently at me, apparently wanting a kiss.
I gave him a shy smile, and evaded his face, and went right down to his dick.
I'd have said his dick was slightly smaller than mine, and slightly darker, and perhaps a little less thick, but it was tasty and rock hard.
It throbbed in my mouth. Knowing that I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me was a big turn-on.
I tried to suck his dick the way he'd sucked mine, but found myself struggling with the lack of foreskin, so I tried to use more saliva and my hand.
"Shit..." he whispered, as I took his entire dick in my mouth, letting the large head slide along my tongue and to my tonsils, and allowing it to fill my mouth and throat.
When I brought my head up a little, and used my hand to gently stroke his cock, and then pushed my lips together and sucked it to the base, he shuddered.
I liked that, so I did it again.
"Oh God!" he said, and I took that as a compliment.
I'd been watching a lot of videos, so if they were considered tutorials, I was a damn expert.
His dick was really hot, and the fleshiness of it filled my mouth and throat perfectly, as I let it slide in and out, all the way.
I trusted that he was keeping an eye on the door, and he trusted that I respected his dick as much as he'd respected mine.
I sure as hell tried my best, and judging by his reaction, he was definitely grateful.
Not that I'm an expert, but there's a point when you're sucking dick where it starts to really throb and pulse. The heat seems more intense, and the cock feels like it's grown even bigger. It certainly felt harder; rock hard actually, as my mouth sucked his cock, and my tongue licked around it.
I could tell he was close.
He pushed me away, and so I got up.
His lips were on mine before I could push him away, but I didn't stop him this time. I guess I was so horny, and I guess I was grateful at the awesome head job he'd given me.
There was a little lingering look, as his green eyes studied me.
"Cum in my mouth," I said before even realising I was about to say anything.
He smiled and nodded, then said. "As long as you shoot in mine right after."
I nodded, but was confused. Didn't we all just want to run away after we'd blown?
A little bit of precum was dribbling out of his head, and I licked it.
Such an unusual, unique taste. Nothing else tastes anything like it.
I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in and straight down my throat.
"Mmmm," he moaned a little too loudly for my liking. Nevertheless, I let the thick dick slide out, then put a firm grip around the shaft as I guided it in and out of my mouth.
He fucked my mouth and my throat, and I let him. In fact, he rammed his dick into my throat, and I felt it slam my tonsils. He picked up speed, gripped my ears and squeezed the side of my head and skull-fucked me.
It was really intense, and fast, and hard.
I kept my mouth squeezed tight and let the momentum build, enjoying the hot cock as it pounded my throat.
He fucked it harder and harder, and I used my hand to keep it guided into my mouth and throat.
"Fuck!" he said, thrusting. I kept my hands on his hips, to help steady the momentum.
He fiercely grabbed the sides of my head and pounded his dick into my throat as he grunted. "Faarrrrrrrrrk."
And then a torrent of hot larva flooded my mouth and squirted down my throat.
He slowed down, but kept his hands pressed into my skull, so I could barely hear him.
I let his dick slowly slide out of my mouth, but the taste of it was all over my tongue and in my throat.
It was gluggy, and it stuck to my tonsils, so I swallowed a few times to try and swallow it all.
When I came up, I expected him to be zipping up and ready to flee, regardless of his words, but he wasn't.
He kissed me on the lips, smiled and dropped down to a squat.
I was still rock hard, in fact, I had almost shot my load when he'd exploded in mine.
The doorway and beyond was still deserted, as his warm mouth pressed down on my cock and he sucked my dick.
The taste of his jizz on my tongue, while he sucked my dick, had made it difficult to hold off.
"Argh shit!" was the only warning I gave him as my jizz unexpectedly exploded in his mouth.
He gagged, but didn't stop sucking me. In fact, his hand tightened around my cock, and his throat squeezed my dick so he could direct all of it down his throat.
It felt like a Jetstream that lasted an age.
If he was bothered by it, he didn't show it, because when he came up, he was smiling and he wiped the side of his mouth as though pleased with the result.
"Thanks," he said, as though I'd merely been a stranger passing by who'd held a door open for him.
"Thanks to you," I said, really wanting to get out of there.
There were taps at opposite ends of the toilets, and we split up and went to our own.
Just as I left the toilet block, a man walked in. He studied me carefully as I walked past him, which I quickly realised was a `sign'.
But I was done and ready to get on with my day.
I resumed my jog and ran away from the toilet, but I was already wondering what that next guy's dick was like.
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