Popping My Cherry
When did the realisation hit me that I was attracted to cock? It was blindingly obvious to me as I hit my twenties, sitting in a public convenience, when my eyes started wandering around the interior of the cubicle I had initially entered to empty an overflowing bladder, when I was confronted with some fantastic artwork of transvestites sucking and fucking some well drawn cocks. The stories that accompanied the artwork had me incredibly aroused in mere moments, and instead of emptying my bladder, I ended up draining my balls. Obviously, the erotica daubed all over the stall must have had the same effect on several other patrons, as old stains of dried on spunk plastered the doors and walls, visible under the fluorescent lighting. From that point on, I was hooked. I would frequent the public toilets every weekend, eager to see if anyone had added to the artwork or saucy tales, wanking away to the images of trannies sucking big dicks and reading gay and transsexual porn, usually resulting in a glorious guilt ridden orgasm. After a while though, I wanted more; I wanted to sample a real cock, not read about somebody's exploits second-hand.
I visited my local toilets each weekend, in a state of fear and excitement. Fear, because what I was planning to do was still against the law at this point in time; there was the added risk of public humiliation if caught, and being outed as some kind of pervert and social outcast. But that very fear was also quite an aphrodisiac. I would inhabit a stall and check if anyone had left any details as to when they would turn up, looking for a bit of cock fun. Most visits would end up in a fruitless search, and I would add my spunk to the discoloured trails left on the doors and walls; hot, sticky globules left to slowly ooze down as I hastily departed after a danger wank. After a weekend or two of reconnaissance, I found that a Sunday afternoon was looking to be the most promising. I had observed a few middle aged and elderly gents hovering around the place, and I suspected they were on the lookout for a bit of cock themselves...
On a bitterly cold January afternoon, with slate grey skies and an Arctic wind blowing, I ventured into the local convenience out of the winter chill. The place was deserted, so I picked one of the available stalls, bolted the lock behind me, and lowered my trousers as I started to read the latest tales etched onto the back of the door. It didn’t take me long to become immersed in the tales of man on man love, and I slowly massaged my hardened prick. After a few minutes of slow, deliberate masturbation, I heard the exterior door open, and someone entered the premises. I ceased playing with myself, and slowly, silently, sat upon the toilet. I observed the shadow as he loitered around the entrance to my cubicle momentarily, before I heard him occupy the stall next to mine. I listened intently, as I heard him undo the buckle of his belt, lower his trousers and then seat himself upon the toilet. My heart rate was elevated, my hands shaking, my still hard cock bobbing and twitching in anticipation. And then there was the unmistakable sound of him wanking his own cock. There really was nothing subtle about it, and he made no attempt to disguise his actions. I looked down to see my own swollen member twitch involuntarily…
I couldn’t believe the audacity of this anonymous neighbour, as I heard the slap of his foreskin as he wanked away obliviously next door. I quickly arose from the porcelain throne, trying my best to force my still hardened member into the confines of my underwear, before pulling up my trousers. I gingerly unbolted my cubicle’s door, before nervously looking around to ensure nobody else was present in the premises. After seeing that we were the only inhabitants, I gently knocked upon his door. With my heart pounding, I gulped, and softly enquired, ‘Would you like a hand with that?’
It suddenly went very quiet as he immediately stopped pleasuring himself. I could hear him quickly rearranging his clothing, trousers being raised hastily, and then silence. There was the metallic screech of the bolt as he unlocked his door and it slowly slid slightly ajar to reveal the face of a gentleman, somewhere in his mid to late fifties. He said nothing, but he looked me up and down, and I noticed a wry grin crossed his lips as he noticed the uncomfortable bulge I could not conceal, the outline of my cock visible for all to see. He opened the door fully, and invited me to join him inside. I squeezed into the confines of the cubicle with him, and he bolted the door behind us. I took in the sight of this older man. Short and stout, balding but clean shaven, and nicely presented with beige slacks, a blue chequered shirt and a camel coloured overcoat. I could make out that his cock was still in a state of arousal, and my hand came out to gently caress it through the cotton of his trousers. I could make out it’s girth and I sensed it grow and expand as I teased it with my fingertips. His own hand came out to rub my member over the material of my denims, and I quickly unbuttoned my trousers, lowering both my jeans and underwear in one quick motion, eager to expose my aroused cock to his touch, which he duly obliged by gently grasping the shaft of my prick, and slowly rubbing up and down it’s length. His touch was sublime; gentle, almost feather-like, but each soft caress sent tingles of pleasure up the length of my cock, making my whole lower body throb and tingle in anticipation and excitement.
For a few moments more, he lovingly handled my penis, sending sensations of pleasure around my body. I savoured the touch of this stranger’s hand, as he gazed upon my swollen cock, the reddened tip exposed from it’s foreskin, a precursory globule of cum forming upon it’s head. I removed his expert hand from my prick, manoeuvring myself towards the cracked toilet bowl, before sitting myself down to find myself at eye level with his groin. He unbuckled his belt, and then lowered his trousers around his ankles before putting his thumbs into the sides of the elasticated waistband of his white Y-fronts and lowering them to the ground, also. He stood before me, his semi aroused cock sitting below his paunch, shaved and hairless; I gently grasped it and slowly fondled it. His cock was a delightful shade of pink, and not a vein was observable on it’s surface. I gently rolled back his foreskin, to find the tip of his member was the same shade of pink! I couldn’t resist, as I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on the tip of his hardening cock…
My tongue lapped all around his glans, gently teasing his pee-slit, and then I had swallowed his tip. I took in most of his hardening member and sucked hard, caressing his pink shaft with my lips and tongue. I was surprised to find that his cock had no aroma or taste, but I wanted all of his gorgeous tool! I devoured his cock totally, swirling my tongue around his swollen glans, releasing him from the suction of my mouth to run my tongue all along his engorged shaft. Whilst his gleaming cock was not very long, it was nice and chubby. My cock ached and throbbed between my own legs, pressed hard against my abdomen, it's exposed tip glistened and leaking a stringy flow of pre-cum. I took him once more into my mouth, and he placed his hands upon his waist and gently rocked back and forth, slowly screwing my face. It didn’t take very long before the pace quickened and his breathing became louder and more pronounced, and I could sense that his orgasm was fast approaching. In mere moments, he pushed me from his swollen cock, and with his right hand, furiously wanked himself whilst facing the tiled wall of the cubicle. He groaned in ecstasy as his fat prick spasmed, and shot several globules of clear, runny cum onto the sides of the partition. There wasn’t a great quantity, and I assumed it was not his first orgasm of the day!
He turned to face me once more, and his cock was quickly losing it’s erection. Nonetheless, I took him into my mouth, savouring the remnants of his cum, sucking and licking him clean, before placing one last gentle peck on his tip. He quickly pulled up his underwear, buckled up his trousers, and unbolted the door and scurried away in an air of panic and regret I would later recognise in myself. I was sat there, my cock still hard and throbbing, the hint of a stranger's cum on my tongue and a trail of another man’s semen slowly running down the wall next to me… but I was hooked, and after all, this was my first time..!
I visited my local toilets each weekend, in a state of fear and excitement. Fear, because what I was planning to do was still against the law at this point in time; there was the added risk of public humiliation if caught, and being outed as some kind of pervert and social outcast. But that very fear was also quite an aphrodisiac. I would inhabit a stall and check if anyone had left any details as to when they would turn up, looking for a bit of cock fun. Most visits would end up in a fruitless search, and I would add my spunk to the discoloured trails left on the doors and walls; hot, sticky globules left to slowly ooze down as I hastily departed after a danger wank. After a weekend or two of reconnaissance, I found that a Sunday afternoon was looking to be the most promising. I had observed a few middle aged and elderly gents hovering around the place, and I suspected they were on the lookout for a bit of cock themselves...
On a bitterly cold January afternoon, with slate grey skies and an Arctic wind blowing, I ventured into the local convenience out of the winter chill. The place was deserted, so I picked one of the available stalls, bolted the lock behind me, and lowered my trousers as I started to read the latest tales etched onto the back of the door. It didn’t take me long to become immersed in the tales of man on man love, and I slowly massaged my hardened prick. After a few minutes of slow, deliberate masturbation, I heard the exterior door open, and someone entered the premises. I ceased playing with myself, and slowly, silently, sat upon the toilet. I observed the shadow as he loitered around the entrance to my cubicle momentarily, before I heard him occupy the stall next to mine. I listened intently, as I heard him undo the buckle of his belt, lower his trousers and then seat himself upon the toilet. My heart rate was elevated, my hands shaking, my still hard cock bobbing and twitching in anticipation. And then there was the unmistakable sound of him wanking his own cock. There really was nothing subtle about it, and he made no attempt to disguise his actions. I looked down to see my own swollen member twitch involuntarily…
I couldn’t believe the audacity of this anonymous neighbour, as I heard the slap of his foreskin as he wanked away obliviously next door. I quickly arose from the porcelain throne, trying my best to force my still hardened member into the confines of my underwear, before pulling up my trousers. I gingerly unbolted my cubicle’s door, before nervously looking around to ensure nobody else was present in the premises. After seeing that we were the only inhabitants, I gently knocked upon his door. With my heart pounding, I gulped, and softly enquired, ‘Would you like a hand with that?’
It suddenly went very quiet as he immediately stopped pleasuring himself. I could hear him quickly rearranging his clothing, trousers being raised hastily, and then silence. There was the metallic screech of the bolt as he unlocked his door and it slowly slid slightly ajar to reveal the face of a gentleman, somewhere in his mid to late fifties. He said nothing, but he looked me up and down, and I noticed a wry grin crossed his lips as he noticed the uncomfortable bulge I could not conceal, the outline of my cock visible for all to see. He opened the door fully, and invited me to join him inside. I squeezed into the confines of the cubicle with him, and he bolted the door behind us. I took in the sight of this older man. Short and stout, balding but clean shaven, and nicely presented with beige slacks, a blue chequered shirt and a camel coloured overcoat. I could make out that his cock was still in a state of arousal, and my hand came out to gently caress it through the cotton of his trousers. I could make out it’s girth and I sensed it grow and expand as I teased it with my fingertips. His own hand came out to rub my member over the material of my denims, and I quickly unbuttoned my trousers, lowering both my jeans and underwear in one quick motion, eager to expose my aroused cock to his touch, which he duly obliged by gently grasping the shaft of my prick, and slowly rubbing up and down it’s length. His touch was sublime; gentle, almost feather-like, but each soft caress sent tingles of pleasure up the length of my cock, making my whole lower body throb and tingle in anticipation and excitement.
For a few moments more, he lovingly handled my penis, sending sensations of pleasure around my body. I savoured the touch of this stranger’s hand, as he gazed upon my swollen cock, the reddened tip exposed from it’s foreskin, a precursory globule of cum forming upon it’s head. I removed his expert hand from my prick, manoeuvring myself towards the cracked toilet bowl, before sitting myself down to find myself at eye level with his groin. He unbuckled his belt, and then lowered his trousers around his ankles before putting his thumbs into the sides of the elasticated waistband of his white Y-fronts and lowering them to the ground, also. He stood before me, his semi aroused cock sitting below his paunch, shaved and hairless; I gently grasped it and slowly fondled it. His cock was a delightful shade of pink, and not a vein was observable on it’s surface. I gently rolled back his foreskin, to find the tip of his member was the same shade of pink! I couldn’t resist, as I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on the tip of his hardening cock…
My tongue lapped all around his glans, gently teasing his pee-slit, and then I had swallowed his tip. I took in most of his hardening member and sucked hard, caressing his pink shaft with my lips and tongue. I was surprised to find that his cock had no aroma or taste, but I wanted all of his gorgeous tool! I devoured his cock totally, swirling my tongue around his swollen glans, releasing him from the suction of my mouth to run my tongue all along his engorged shaft. Whilst his gleaming cock was not very long, it was nice and chubby. My cock ached and throbbed between my own legs, pressed hard against my abdomen, it's exposed tip glistened and leaking a stringy flow of pre-cum. I took him once more into my mouth, and he placed his hands upon his waist and gently rocked back and forth, slowly screwing my face. It didn’t take very long before the pace quickened and his breathing became louder and more pronounced, and I could sense that his orgasm was fast approaching. In mere moments, he pushed me from his swollen cock, and with his right hand, furiously wanked himself whilst facing the tiled wall of the cubicle. He groaned in ecstasy as his fat prick spasmed, and shot several globules of clear, runny cum onto the sides of the partition. There wasn’t a great quantity, and I assumed it was not his first orgasm of the day!
He turned to face me once more, and his cock was quickly losing it’s erection. Nonetheless, I took him into my mouth, savouring the remnants of his cum, sucking and licking him clean, before placing one last gentle peck on his tip. He quickly pulled up his underwear, buckled up his trousers, and unbolted the door and scurried away in an air of panic and regret I would later recognise in myself. I was sat there, my cock still hard and throbbing, the hint of a stranger's cum on my tongue and a trail of another man’s semen slowly running down the wall next to me… but I was hooked, and after all, this was my first time..!
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