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It was Autumn, the leaves were changing colour, there had already been early frosts, but today was especially sunny and pleasant. I decided to take a leisurely amble to my local public toilets, a place where all of my previous sexual encounters had taken place, just to check if anyone was up for some adult fun. Upon entering, I was greeted with the sight of flickering fluorescent lighting and the overpowering smell of bleach, with the heating turned up high. I checked the stalls and the urinals, but nobody was about. I entered one of the two cubicles that sat next to each other, and freed my cock from the confines of my jeans and underwear, reading about the latest exploits of the glamorous transvestite who called herself 'Linda', scrawled on the back of the old, battered wooden door. Linda should have also been an artist, because her accompanying illustrations that were alongside her filthy stories were superbly drawn. Whether they were true or not, I couldn't care less; they would provoke a hard-on in seconds flat!
As I was becoming engrossed in the erotic storytelling and sexual imagery, somebody entered the toilets. I froze, sat as still and as quietly as I could, and listened intently to what they were doing. Whoever it was, decided to try the door of my cubicle first, even though the one next door was visibly unoccupied. Upon finding mine locked, they then went next door. I listened as I heard the other person undo his trousers and seat themselves on the bowl of the toilet. I sat there, nervously, as my cock was still hard from the transvestite porn I'd been perusing. My eyes were all over the back of that door, reading about threesomes, blowjobs and rough, anal sex.
It was at this point that I noticed something in the corner of my eye, and as I looked around and upwards, a young man in his twenties had his gaze firmly on my erect cock from over the partition of the two stalls. He said nothing. He merely ran his tongue over and around his lips, indicating what he would like to do with it! I unlocked my door and quickly rapped at his, entering his stall as he quickly unbolted the lock. He stepped back, and I took in the amazing sight before me. His body was slim, he had short, dark hair; quite good looking, I must say. As my eyes wandered below his waist I could see he was wearing small, black nylon panties, trimmed with pink and white lace, barely concealing his cock. His legs were clad in the most gorgeous Pretty Polly lace topped black stockings, held up by a thin suspender belt, also black in colour and adorned in red lacy frills. I reached behind me and locked the door.
He could not remove his penis, which by this point was almost bent over double in the confines of the small panties, so instead shifted them to one side as his cock sprang free. It was a very nice one, too. About six inches in length, with a nice, veiny shaft that seemed to pulsate all along the side of it. He then sat himself on the edge of the toilet bowl, and beckoned me with his index finger to fetch my now, ready to explode, penis closer to his mouth. I duly obliged, and looked down as he gently ran his tongue over the tip, holding my cock up to run his tongue all over the shaft. I was enraptured. His legs looked amazing. His tongue was fantastic. I was totally gone...
He was gently licking the tip of my cock, whilst slowly and gently twisting the shaft of my penis. My senses were overloaded. I was going to cum! My body was already uncontrollably shaking by the time I uttered the words, 'I'm cumming..!' And with that, I ejaculated about eight feet up the wall over his shoulder. And then another a bit lower. And another lower, still. Until eventually, a few dribbles dropped on the floor between his stocking clad legs, indicating my orgasm had subsided. He looked behind, at all the thick creamy spunk running down the tile clad wall, and he had the most devilish of grins on his face!
However, instead of being ashamed and frightened as in previous encounters, I had an overwhelming urge to return the favour my lingerie clad lover had provided for me. I took him by his hands and we awkwardly swapped positions in the confines of the stall. I ran my hands over his smooth, stockinged legs, going in little circles at the part of his thighs that weren't covered in nylon. I could see he especially liked that as his cock bounced up and down inches away from my face! My hands moved around to his buttocks, stroking them gently through the thin nylon knickers before working the under his perineum, feeling his hard erectile tissue through the flimsy gusset of his underwear. I rolled back his already peeling foreskin to gaze upon his bright red tip, gently kissed the slit and then sent my tongue over and around his glans. As I worked his cock with my mouth, I could not keep my hands off that lovely lingerie, stroking and caressing it as I sat there, still with the same erection I'd entered the cubicle with. I decided to see if I could take all of his cock in my mouth, and comfortably pressed my nose up against his naval, my tongue flicking out to lap at his heavy balls.
Within a couple of minutes of this oral play, his breathing became heavier. He withdrew from my mouth and aimed his cock towards the side of the wall. I grabbed his hand away from his cock, and placed mine there instead, whilst with my other hand I ran my fingers gently over and around his bottom. Slowly and gently I wanked him, then he let out a moan; I had never seen so much cum! There must have been a pint of spunk deposited on that wall! And mine was still dribbling down the wall behind us! He pushed my hand away from his now softening cock, and I knew our little forbidden tryst was over. I took some toilet roll and cleaned up my own spunky cock, did up my jeans, hugged my cross-dressing lover goodbye, and squeezed my way out of the spunkiest cubicle there has possibly been!
That was a one-off, I never had the pleasure again, but the memory still sustains me...
As I was becoming engrossed in the erotic storytelling and sexual imagery, somebody entered the toilets. I froze, sat as still and as quietly as I could, and listened intently to what they were doing. Whoever it was, decided to try the door of my cubicle first, even though the one next door was visibly unoccupied. Upon finding mine locked, they then went next door. I listened as I heard the other person undo his trousers and seat themselves on the bowl of the toilet. I sat there, nervously, as my cock was still hard from the transvestite porn I'd been perusing. My eyes were all over the back of that door, reading about threesomes, blowjobs and rough, anal sex.
It was at this point that I noticed something in the corner of my eye, and as I looked around and upwards, a young man in his twenties had his gaze firmly on my erect cock from over the partition of the two stalls. He said nothing. He merely ran his tongue over and around his lips, indicating what he would like to do with it! I unlocked my door and quickly rapped at his, entering his stall as he quickly unbolted the lock. He stepped back, and I took in the amazing sight before me. His body was slim, he had short, dark hair; quite good looking, I must say. As my eyes wandered below his waist I could see he was wearing small, black nylon panties, trimmed with pink and white lace, barely concealing his cock. His legs were clad in the most gorgeous Pretty Polly lace topped black stockings, held up by a thin suspender belt, also black in colour and adorned in red lacy frills. I reached behind me and locked the door.
He could not remove his penis, which by this point was almost bent over double in the confines of the small panties, so instead shifted them to one side as his cock sprang free. It was a very nice one, too. About six inches in length, with a nice, veiny shaft that seemed to pulsate all along the side of it. He then sat himself on the edge of the toilet bowl, and beckoned me with his index finger to fetch my now, ready to explode, penis closer to his mouth. I duly obliged, and looked down as he gently ran his tongue over the tip, holding my cock up to run his tongue all over the shaft. I was enraptured. His legs looked amazing. His tongue was fantastic. I was totally gone...
He was gently licking the tip of my cock, whilst slowly and gently twisting the shaft of my penis. My senses were overloaded. I was going to cum! My body was already uncontrollably shaking by the time I uttered the words, 'I'm cumming..!' And with that, I ejaculated about eight feet up the wall over his shoulder. And then another a bit lower. And another lower, still. Until eventually, a few dribbles dropped on the floor between his stocking clad legs, indicating my orgasm had subsided. He looked behind, at all the thick creamy spunk running down the tile clad wall, and he had the most devilish of grins on his face!
However, instead of being ashamed and frightened as in previous encounters, I had an overwhelming urge to return the favour my lingerie clad lover had provided for me. I took him by his hands and we awkwardly swapped positions in the confines of the stall. I ran my hands over his smooth, stockinged legs, going in little circles at the part of his thighs that weren't covered in nylon. I could see he especially liked that as his cock bounced up and down inches away from my face! My hands moved around to his buttocks, stroking them gently through the thin nylon knickers before working the under his perineum, feeling his hard erectile tissue through the flimsy gusset of his underwear. I rolled back his already peeling foreskin to gaze upon his bright red tip, gently kissed the slit and then sent my tongue over and around his glans. As I worked his cock with my mouth, I could not keep my hands off that lovely lingerie, stroking and caressing it as I sat there, still with the same erection I'd entered the cubicle with. I decided to see if I could take all of his cock in my mouth, and comfortably pressed my nose up against his naval, my tongue flicking out to lap at his heavy balls.
Within a couple of minutes of this oral play, his breathing became heavier. He withdrew from my mouth and aimed his cock towards the side of the wall. I grabbed his hand away from his cock, and placed mine there instead, whilst with my other hand I ran my fingers gently over and around his bottom. Slowly and gently I wanked him, then he let out a moan; I had never seen so much cum! There must have been a pint of spunk deposited on that wall! And mine was still dribbling down the wall behind us! He pushed my hand away from his now softening cock, and I knew our little forbidden tryst was over. I took some toilet roll and cleaned up my own spunky cock, did up my jeans, hugged my cross-dressing lover goodbye, and squeezed my way out of the spunkiest cubicle there has possibly been!
That was a one-off, I never had the pleasure again, but the memory still sustains me...
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