I just wondered if there are any cottaging enthusiasts on the site?  ( UK )   I've had a fascination with public toilet

sex since my mid teens.  I'd heard about it and felt very curious,...anyhow, i was  15, ( i know! i'm not proud! lol ) )and i was walking home from the local shops in the small town i lived in with my parents. in cheshire.   I'd decided to pop into the local library for a look around, and while in there, i could see from a large window, the small brick built gentlemens public toilet outside.   I had used it before, but only for it's normal reason!   It was an old building built in the 50's probably,  a littles quare flat roofed  building. 

It had one door on the right corner  As you walked in, and turned left, facing you was a an 8ft long metal urinal tray running along the left hand wall under the frosted windows.  Directly opposite runnig down the right hand wall were three cubicles.  

While in the library, i watched men go in and leave, and i also noticed men sitting in cars adjacent to the toilet, seemingly watching the building.  

At this point, feeling a strange urge to have some kind of cheap thrill so i left the library and walked to the toilet....my stomach was in knots, i was scared but still felt the compulsion to go in there.....if nothing else i could just go in and have a leak and leave...simple!

As i entered i heard the dripping echoing sounds of old plumbing bouncing off the old tiled walls, felt an oppressive gloominess because of the dirty windows...and most of all, the strong stink of stale piss...so strong it almost made me come to my senses....but something about it thrilled me and still does to this day.   But there was another underlying smell that i couldn't place at the time, not surprising  being a  shy, quiet 15year old ....but with experience i now know that the smell was....the pungent scent of sex! .... cum and sweat all rolled into one.

The place was empty, so i went into a cubicle and noticed the writing and drawings scrawled all over the walls and back of the door...phone numbers promising sex and blowjobs, crude drawings of cocks and balls ...big dicks squirting huge loads of spunk, hastily scribbled short stories...i love it      I made my way along each of the cubicles soaking up the art and stories, my head spinning with excitement and the smell of piss, images of big cocks flooding my mind. 

It was at this point i heard someone enter.  As i peeped through the door of the far end cubicle, i saw a guy with his back to me at the urinal.   After a minute or two i noticed his arm moving slowly back and forth....i wasn't too innocent to know it was obvious he was having a wank.  I really didn't know what to do, and to this day i know things could have been different....but what happened, made my mind up for me.......he turned, and looked right at me before i could close the door.  

He gestured for me to come out....and i did.  I stepped over to him, he was probably in his forties i'm guessing, average height, about 5'10....taller than my little 5'3 figure, and he was bearded, and suited like an office worker.    His flies were open and standing proudly in front of me was his erect penis....it looked big to me, but i had nothing to compare it to in those days.

He took my hand and placed it on his shaft....i began to move my hand slowly up and down, surprising myself at this natural action....he made sighing noises and said 'that'snice, keep going'   he then unfastened by belt, un popped by jeans button and unzipped me.   He pulled down my jeans and then pulled down my 'Batman' undies...i know!  i told you i was a young 15 year old....i still laugh to myself now about those colouful cartoon panties! 

They didn't seem to bother him though.....then he held me in his hand,  my pale young cock, growing and trembling in his hairy hands,  i barely had pubic hair at this point, so the contrast was striking.

I could feel the heat of his body pressed against me, his breath on my neck and face, the smell of stale sweat and tobbacco

and the scent of his cock, throbbing in my hand....and also my smell too, my cock and balls, ripe from a long sunny afternoon of walking and shopping ( and not showering, being the lazy teen i was! ).......at this point i lost control, i felt my knees shake, and my whole body tremble as my cock erupted....big dollops of cum shot out of my shiny mushroom...mostly landing all over my man's hand.  I gasped and shook as  strings of pearly semem stuck to the hair on the back of his wet sticky hand.

He kept trying to flick it off, but my glue like spunk wasn't going anywhere!  I remember handing him a tissue to clean himself!   He mumbled a 'thank's'   and i pulled up my trousers and quickly headed for the door....i felt embarassed and shocked at what had just taken place.   I got home as fast as possible.   With every step i could feel my wet mess between my legs, and i got out of my sticky Batman pants as soon as possible.....I peeled them off and immediately washed them in the bathroom sink myself.....didn't want my mum noticing the smelly things in the laundry basket!

To this day, this was the most thrilling time....i suppose the first time always is.  .....i feel sorry that the poor guy didn't get his moment though,..i left him to finish himself off!....nowadays though, i always make sure my partner cums.

there have been quite a few toilet, gay sauna escapades for me, and they are all special in their own way.

Hope i haven't bored you... i just wanted to tell about a special time in my life. 

pixie. x