Memoirs
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There are only so many ways that you can describe having illicit gay encounters in public toilets with older men, before it all becomes a slight variation of the same tale. What was always different were the nuances of the thrill leading up to those meetings. Whether it was the tension of standing at the urinals and checking out who was actually having a piss and who was looking at other guys cocks, or sat in a cubicle and listening out for a sign that somebody was up for a little fun, causing your pulse to race and your member to quickly harden.
Standing there in the dimly lit murk, the smell of defecation, stale piss and old cigarette smoke, undercut with the smell of industrial strength bleach. Once you'd had a couple of encounters, it was amazing what responses these stenches could evoke to your nether regions. Noticing that the guy at the end of the urinal had been standing there for ages and you'd never heard the splash of urine hitting the steel trough. Tentatively looking in his direction, searching for a sign that he was here for more than just a release of pressure on his bladder, and that maybe he'd like to empty his balls. Just a faint smile to cross his lips, or a blatant waving of his semi aroused cock in your direction. My heart rate would always race and my cock would quickly become aroused upon such a sign, soon to be encased in the hand of my newfound companion and manipulated. It was only polite to reciprocate, then suggest that we retreat to a vacant cubicle.
If I was encamped in a graffiti covered stall, reading the dirty messages and admiring the artwork whilst I slowly rubbed my hard prick, I could make out the sounds coming from either side of me. Occasionally, I would overhear a couple of guys who had hooked up, making out the sounds as they masturbated the other, or the sucking and slurping sounds as one lucky guy was being pleased orally. And then there was the unmistakable sound of two guys fucking, the slap of flesh against buttocks, uncontrolled sighs and moans, their passion overriding their need for discretion! That would quite often be enough to send me over the edge and I would deposit a creamy load either on the wall or the door of my stall.
I had my favourite haunts, but I was also up for checking out new places. At my local toilets, I had two or three 'regulars' who I knew were always up for some cock fun if I appeared. My spirits always rose (as well as something else) if I saw them standing there, and I knew that there wouldn't be any awkward first time propositioning. But that was also a thrill; a lot of guys went to toilets specifically looking for a gay encounter, but when actually confronted with the reality of another man's cock, would lose their nerve, quickly zip themselves up with their face aglow and hastily retreat. However, they invariably always returned, and would eventually have their first encounter. There was always a thrill to those first few moments with a total stranger, sexual tension emanating from both parties. And bare in mind, what happened in public toilets between two consenting adults was still, technically, against the law. It could also raise the sexual excitement. Nothing more erotic than knowing what you were about to engage in was socially frowned upon.
But checking out a new place was always an adventure, and you would be treated to the sight of some new cocks on display. Some monstrous and fear inducing, others of more sensible proportions and producing involuntary erections. Hard to pretend you're there to have a piss when your penis is pointing up at the ceiling..!
But, if you are of a certain vintage, you will be only too aware that most of these places have disappeared completely, or been replaced by futuristic pods where you perform your bodily functions alone. Oh, I know there are plenty of apps like 'Grindr' and such, but I doubt they capture the thrill of those illicit encounters with strangers in a strange, seedy netherworld, quite often hidden underground in town and city centres, where sexually curious, and, quite often, frustrated men would seek out a few minutes of forbidden pleasure...
Standing there in the dimly lit murk, the smell of defecation, stale piss and old cigarette smoke, undercut with the smell of industrial strength bleach. Once you'd had a couple of encounters, it was amazing what responses these stenches could evoke to your nether regions. Noticing that the guy at the end of the urinal had been standing there for ages and you'd never heard the splash of urine hitting the steel trough. Tentatively looking in his direction, searching for a sign that he was here for more than just a release of pressure on his bladder, and that maybe he'd like to empty his balls. Just a faint smile to cross his lips, or a blatant waving of his semi aroused cock in your direction. My heart rate would always race and my cock would quickly become aroused upon such a sign, soon to be encased in the hand of my newfound companion and manipulated. It was only polite to reciprocate, then suggest that we retreat to a vacant cubicle.
If I was encamped in a graffiti covered stall, reading the dirty messages and admiring the artwork whilst I slowly rubbed my hard prick, I could make out the sounds coming from either side of me. Occasionally, I would overhear a couple of guys who had hooked up, making out the sounds as they masturbated the other, or the sucking and slurping sounds as one lucky guy was being pleased orally. And then there was the unmistakable sound of two guys fucking, the slap of flesh against buttocks, uncontrolled sighs and moans, their passion overriding their need for discretion! That would quite often be enough to send me over the edge and I would deposit a creamy load either on the wall or the door of my stall.
I had my favourite haunts, but I was also up for checking out new places. At my local toilets, I had two or three 'regulars' who I knew were always up for some cock fun if I appeared. My spirits always rose (as well as something else) if I saw them standing there, and I knew that there wouldn't be any awkward first time propositioning. But that was also a thrill; a lot of guys went to toilets specifically looking for a gay encounter, but when actually confronted with the reality of another man's cock, would lose their nerve, quickly zip themselves up with their face aglow and hastily retreat. However, they invariably always returned, and would eventually have their first encounter. There was always a thrill to those first few moments with a total stranger, sexual tension emanating from both parties. And bare in mind, what happened in public toilets between two consenting adults was still, technically, against the law. It could also raise the sexual excitement. Nothing more erotic than knowing what you were about to engage in was socially frowned upon.
But checking out a new place was always an adventure, and you would be treated to the sight of some new cocks on display. Some monstrous and fear inducing, others of more sensible proportions and producing involuntary erections. Hard to pretend you're there to have a piss when your penis is pointing up at the ceiling..!
But, if you are of a certain vintage, you will be only too aware that most of these places have disappeared completely, or been replaced by futuristic pods where you perform your bodily functions alone. Oh, I know there are plenty of apps like 'Grindr' and such, but I doubt they capture the thrill of those illicit encounters with strangers in a strange, seedy netherworld, quite often hidden underground in town and city centres, where sexually curious, and, quite often, frustrated men would seek out a few minutes of forbidden pleasure...
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