Gay Newcastle Train Station Toilets
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Bob had told me about the bus station toilets that 'The Sucker' sometimes frequented, and it took only a little effort to prise out further details from him. This place wasn't exactly local, but it wasn't a million miles away either, in fact, only15 minutes by car. "Be careful though" said Bob, "there's an attendant that watches the place. If I see him around, I either don't go in or I walk straight out. There's usually quite a bit of trade to be had though, so it's definitely worth it".
I decided not to go on the days when Bob said that 'The Sucker' frequented; I wanted to explore this new situation solo. I didn't want to complicate things by being there at the same time as him in case I felt obliged to suck dicks together. I loved doing that, but I wanted something new to experience.
Of course, I wasn't the only person who had a car and within the first few minutes of 'casing the joint' I saw a few familiar faces - and dicks! Going into a new toilet in order to score sex is always both thrilling and stressful. Thrilling because you hope to get to grips with cocks that you've never had before and stressful because you don't know the topography or the 'vibe' of the place. Sometimes, familiar faces can be a real asset. After all, experienced "cottage queens" won't waste their time anywhere that isn't profitable, and their presence gives the green light to possible success.
This bus station toilets was wild! 1970s in construction, as was the rest of the station, it was decked out from floor to ceiling in gleaming white tiles, with a whole row of individual urinals and 4 cubicles. Just opposite the door was a small attendants' office that had a window about 5 feet wide and 2 feet tall. Although the glass was clear, it had alternating rows of silver stripes that at once acted as a type of privacy screen for the person in the office and yet allowed then to see beyond the window. That window was the first thing I saw on my initial entrance and it didn't fill me with any confidence - if someone was sat in there and could see what's going on, then ... nothing will go on! So I pretended to have a piss before heading out and put it down to experience. Whilst pissing, I wondered why Bob had mentioned to me about this place if it wasn't viable? I looked furtively around and noticed one guy stood to the side of the door, just opposite the office, smoking. I recognised him. I'd never 'had him', in fact I suspected no one had as I'd never seen him engage in any activity. He liked to watch. You get that, guys who don't join in but seem to like to get off on seeing others engage in 'action'. I don't judge, each to their own I say. But his presence informed me that this place must be 'live' or else he wouldn't be there. I decided to stay and check it out. It actually took subsequent visits to work it all out. There was indeed an attendant, but he was only there few an hour or so a day. And when he was there, it didn't seem to matter. It didn't matter because he also occasionally liked to watch! The bus station was open into the night, but the toilets were closed at around 8pm. I went there one evening only to find them locked up for the night, but I didn't know that they were until I tried the door. Finding it shut, I swiftly headed back towards my car and drove back to a cottage that was local to my home. As I entered, the 'smoking guy' was in there, stood just inside the door and clearly waiting to see if there would be any action to observe. I pretended to piss for a while, waiting for someone else to come in. After a long while, it was evident that no one would, so I zipped up and walked towards the door. As I was passing the smoker, I decided to speak:
"Quiet tonight
"Yeah.
"I went to the bus station but it's closed
"Yeah it shuts at 8" he replied, not looking directly at me and taking small puffs on his cigarette.
"I think I saw you there the other week?
"Yeah". He wasn't exactly talkative and I decided to leave it there and exit, when he suddenly said:
"I've seen you about too. You're a good sucker".
"Well, I enjoy what I do" I said, quite taken aback. 'It seems I have a reputation!' I thought. I was encouraged by his candid comment and so carried on talking.
"I've not been to that one much, so I don't really know it. That office put me off to be honest, but then I saw you and relaxed a bit
"Ah don't worry, Jed's only there for an hour or so in the afternoon, and even when he is he isn't bothered by anything that goes on. In fact, he'll keep his eye out and let you know if a police car or anything pulls up. He's basically naff (UK gay parlance for 'straight') but knows what the lads get up to and sometimes watches, so he's probably a bit Bi. His wife owns the café on the corner by the market place. He's ok. Never seen him do anything though". In that, he and Jed seemed to have a lot in common I thought!
"See you around then" I said as I began to move towards the door. Before I could leave, a guy entered and walked passed us both to take position by the urinal trough. I diverted from the exit and instead went over to the wash basin and feigned washing my hands, occasionally glancing in the pisser's direction, assessing the situation. I didn't recognise him, but the smoker motioned his head towards him and his facial expression stated "he's alright". I dried my hands and walked over to him, taking position a few feet away. He must have known from the fact that I didn't leave after washing my hands what I was really there for and he turned slightly towards me to flash me his cock. "Fairly decent" I thought to myself. It was later on in the evening and very quiet. The smoker was watching by the door. No one else was in there and so I dispensed with the usual pantomime of flashing and checking each other out by moving straight over to him and offering him my dick. He immediately grasped my semi-hard prick and began wanking it. He stared intently into my eyes and I stared back. He was actually quite good-looking, mid thirties, slightly shorter than me and dressed in a shirt and tie. "Probably on his way home from working late at the office, fancies being de-spunked in case the wife can't be bothered" I thought. But the intensity of his stare made me feel that this wasn't a straight guy looking for a friendly hand from another willing fella, and his sudden deep kiss told me I was right. I could see the ring on his finger, but I could also feel the passion in his kissing. He pulled me closer and placed both his hands on my bare arse cheeks. He ground his cock against mine as he did so and licked almost angrily around my right ear, occasionally breathing loudly into it. He was into me and this sexual situation. I felt the slipperyness of his naturally lubed-up cock as he slid it around my upper thighs and my own oozing cock, all the while kissing me passionately. He crouched down and began slurping on my hard cock, grabbing onto the base, moving his head back and forth. I looked over at the smoker and he nodded towards me with obvious approval, a nod that said "fuck, this is hot shit!". The sucker stood up and I began to bend over in order to take his cock in my mouth, but he pulled me upright so he could kiss me again. He turned me around and placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushed his wet dick into the crevice of my arse cheeks. It happened so quickly that I didn't have much chance to react. I rarely got fucked and certainly never, ever in a cottage. I was looking straight at the smoker now and he stared intently back at me. The would-be fucker was pushing further in and as he did so the smoker's facial expression was more intensely sexually charged. And then it happened. Sexual urge took over and I pushed myself back onto the probing dick. His prick had been oozing precum and my hole was already wet, so the swollen glans eased in. A few pushes later, half the length was in my arse and a few pushes more, he was full-on fucking me! I squirmed as I was really not used to this, but then I remembered about my poppers. As his fucking picked up speed, I took the poppers out and, unscrewing, took a deep sniff into each nostril. My head span, my anal sphincter relaxed and I was able to take that dick in me much more easily. The smoker approached and taking the poppers from me, he too took a big sniff and then reached passed my head to offer them to the fucker. "Nah, don't use 'em mate" was the reply. The smoker then pushed them under my nose and I inhaled again deeply. I bent over more so that the fucker could get as much of his throbbing prick deeper into my fuck hole. He fucked even more furiously until he pulled out and shot his load into the tiled floor. I looked around so that I could see the cum fly out and wanked hard on my cock until I too came a welcomed load. The smoker moved around and used his foot to rub at both pools of cum in an attempt to obliterate the evidence of what had just occurred. I could hear the fucker buckling up his belt and then he made a quick exit. I never saw him again in my subsequent years of cottaging!
The smoker's hand briefly caressed the side of my face as I did up the buttons on my jeans and he said "that was fucking horny pal".
He'd watch me having all kinds of sexual exploits in various cottages as the years rolled on.
I decided not to go on the days when Bob said that 'The Sucker' frequented; I wanted to explore this new situation solo. I didn't want to complicate things by being there at the same time as him in case I felt obliged to suck dicks together. I loved doing that, but I wanted something new to experience.
Of course, I wasn't the only person who had a car and within the first few minutes of 'casing the joint' I saw a few familiar faces - and dicks! Going into a new toilet in order to score sex is always both thrilling and stressful. Thrilling because you hope to get to grips with cocks that you've never had before and stressful because you don't know the topography or the 'vibe' of the place. Sometimes, familiar faces can be a real asset. After all, experienced "cottage queens" won't waste their time anywhere that isn't profitable, and their presence gives the green light to possible success.
This bus station toilets was wild! 1970s in construction, as was the rest of the station, it was decked out from floor to ceiling in gleaming white tiles, with a whole row of individual urinals and 4 cubicles. Just opposite the door was a small attendants' office that had a window about 5 feet wide and 2 feet tall. Although the glass was clear, it had alternating rows of silver stripes that at once acted as a type of privacy screen for the person in the office and yet allowed then to see beyond the window. That window was the first thing I saw on my initial entrance and it didn't fill me with any confidence - if someone was sat in there and could see what's going on, then ... nothing will go on! So I pretended to have a piss before heading out and put it down to experience. Whilst pissing, I wondered why Bob had mentioned to me about this place if it wasn't viable? I looked furtively around and noticed one guy stood to the side of the door, just opposite the office, smoking. I recognised him. I'd never 'had him', in fact I suspected no one had as I'd never seen him engage in any activity. He liked to watch. You get that, guys who don't join in but seem to like to get off on seeing others engage in 'action'. I don't judge, each to their own I say. But his presence informed me that this place must be 'live' or else he wouldn't be there. I decided to stay and check it out. It actually took subsequent visits to work it all out. There was indeed an attendant, but he was only there few an hour or so a day. And when he was there, it didn't seem to matter. It didn't matter because he also occasionally liked to watch! The bus station was open into the night, but the toilets were closed at around 8pm. I went there one evening only to find them locked up for the night, but I didn't know that they were until I tried the door. Finding it shut, I swiftly headed back towards my car and drove back to a cottage that was local to my home. As I entered, the 'smoking guy' was in there, stood just inside the door and clearly waiting to see if there would be any action to observe. I pretended to piss for a while, waiting for someone else to come in. After a long while, it was evident that no one would, so I zipped up and walked towards the door. As I was passing the smoker, I decided to speak:
"Quiet tonight
"Yeah.
"I went to the bus station but it's closed
"Yeah it shuts at 8" he replied, not looking directly at me and taking small puffs on his cigarette.
"I think I saw you there the other week?
"Yeah". He wasn't exactly talkative and I decided to leave it there and exit, when he suddenly said:
"I've seen you about too. You're a good sucker".
"Well, I enjoy what I do" I said, quite taken aback. 'It seems I have a reputation!' I thought. I was encouraged by his candid comment and so carried on talking.
"I've not been to that one much, so I don't really know it. That office put me off to be honest, but then I saw you and relaxed a bit
"Ah don't worry, Jed's only there for an hour or so in the afternoon, and even when he is he isn't bothered by anything that goes on. In fact, he'll keep his eye out and let you know if a police car or anything pulls up. He's basically naff (UK gay parlance for 'straight') but knows what the lads get up to and sometimes watches, so he's probably a bit Bi. His wife owns the café on the corner by the market place. He's ok. Never seen him do anything though". In that, he and Jed seemed to have a lot in common I thought!
"See you around then" I said as I began to move towards the door. Before I could leave, a guy entered and walked passed us both to take position by the urinal trough. I diverted from the exit and instead went over to the wash basin and feigned washing my hands, occasionally glancing in the pisser's direction, assessing the situation. I didn't recognise him, but the smoker motioned his head towards him and his facial expression stated "he's alright". I dried my hands and walked over to him, taking position a few feet away. He must have known from the fact that I didn't leave after washing my hands what I was really there for and he turned slightly towards me to flash me his cock. "Fairly decent" I thought to myself. It was later on in the evening and very quiet. The smoker was watching by the door. No one else was in there and so I dispensed with the usual pantomime of flashing and checking each other out by moving straight over to him and offering him my dick. He immediately grasped my semi-hard prick and began wanking it. He stared intently into my eyes and I stared back. He was actually quite good-looking, mid thirties, slightly shorter than me and dressed in a shirt and tie. "Probably on his way home from working late at the office, fancies being de-spunked in case the wife can't be bothered" I thought. But the intensity of his stare made me feel that this wasn't a straight guy looking for a friendly hand from another willing fella, and his sudden deep kiss told me I was right. I could see the ring on his finger, but I could also feel the passion in his kissing. He pulled me closer and placed both his hands on my bare arse cheeks. He ground his cock against mine as he did so and licked almost angrily around my right ear, occasionally breathing loudly into it. He was into me and this sexual situation. I felt the slipperyness of his naturally lubed-up cock as he slid it around my upper thighs and my own oozing cock, all the while kissing me passionately. He crouched down and began slurping on my hard cock, grabbing onto the base, moving his head back and forth. I looked over at the smoker and he nodded towards me with obvious approval, a nod that said "fuck, this is hot shit!". The sucker stood up and I began to bend over in order to take his cock in my mouth, but he pulled me upright so he could kiss me again. He turned me around and placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushed his wet dick into the crevice of my arse cheeks. It happened so quickly that I didn't have much chance to react. I rarely got fucked and certainly never, ever in a cottage. I was looking straight at the smoker now and he stared intently back at me. The would-be fucker was pushing further in and as he did so the smoker's facial expression was more intensely sexually charged. And then it happened. Sexual urge took over and I pushed myself back onto the probing dick. His prick had been oozing precum and my hole was already wet, so the swollen glans eased in. A few pushes later, half the length was in my arse and a few pushes more, he was full-on fucking me! I squirmed as I was really not used to this, but then I remembered about my poppers. As his fucking picked up speed, I took the poppers out and, unscrewing, took a deep sniff into each nostril. My head span, my anal sphincter relaxed and I was able to take that dick in me much more easily. The smoker approached and taking the poppers from me, he too took a big sniff and then reached passed my head to offer them to the fucker. "Nah, don't use 'em mate" was the reply. The smoker then pushed them under my nose and I inhaled again deeply. I bent over more so that the fucker could get as much of his throbbing prick deeper into my fuck hole. He fucked even more furiously until he pulled out and shot his load into the tiled floor. I looked around so that I could see the cum fly out and wanked hard on my cock until I too came a welcomed load. The smoker moved around and used his foot to rub at both pools of cum in an attempt to obliterate the evidence of what had just occurred. I could hear the fucker buckling up his belt and then he made a quick exit. I never saw him again in my subsequent years of cottaging!
The smoker's hand briefly caressed the side of my face as I did up the buttons on my jeans and he said "that was fucking horny pal".
He'd watch me having all kinds of sexual exploits in various cottages as the years rolled on.
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