Restroom Hard On
One of my the first encounters with "alternative" lifestyles was when I
was about 20, typical country bumpkin in a big city. Sheltered and straight
I was waiting for a bus in London's Victoria Terminal, it wasn't due for
another hour or so I took a little wander to a nearby park to get out of
the stations fumes and have a bite to eat.
I had to use the bathroom, so followed the sign up a short street to the
public conveniences. I went to the stalls where I could change my clothes
from the mornings grime and closed the door... instead of the usual
grafitti, there were drawings of transvestites, stained in all the right
places with cum of many a man! Stories of encounters were written all
around me, cock sizes, what they were wearing under their suits, phone
numbers, blowjob offers. As I stood relieving myself I couldn't help but
stroke myself reading the account from someone who'd given a handjob to
a civil servant that very morning. I can still remember (10 years on!)
"how his huge uncut cock had jerked a long creamy load down my wrist
and forearm, before he zipped up and went to work. It was the biggest
cock I've ever seen, easily 10 inches, so big it was semi-stiff when it
blew its heated load". I'd stroked myself thick and hard by this time,
and was really getting into it...
I decided to hang around a while and see if anyone came in. Occupying
myself with all the various "For a Good Time..." scrawl. I switched
cubicles, wanting something new to read and noticed this one had a
small hole drilled through the tile/wall to my left, this was my first
realization of what a glory-hole was! Jesus! My heartbeat quicked as
I decided that this was it, if someone was to come in, I'd make a noise
and beckon a willing cock through the hole. I was alone in London, noone
to recognize me, noone would know... and I was so turned on by the idea
of giving a blow job to a lucky stranger in such a "tacky" place that I
came hard over my hand and the wall almost without encouragement! I
hungrily cleaned off my own cum and tasted it's saltiness, watching the
rest of it slip down the wall to join others on the less than sparkling
tiled floor. It really did smell of sex and cum.
By this time I was -desperate- for someone to come in. Thinking of some
office worker on a coffebreak, maybe even they guy with the monsterous
piece of flesh accounted earlier... Alas, nobody did, and time had ran
away from me, I had to sprint back to catch my bus (next one was the
next morning) cursing my timing and imagining what might have been. :(
Since then I've been married for several years, and STILL want to fulfill
this fantasy! Even if it's not in a restroom, I'd just love to give someone
a quick and frantic blow job, no questions or conversation. Fully clothed,
just unzip and go for it... ;-)
penny_cd@hotmail.com
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