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In my younger days, most weekends were filled with the hunt for older cocks at my local public convenience. I had been propositioned on several occasions by guys about my own age, but I just never found them as appealing as an older gent, and inevitably turned down their advances. After striking gold, so to speak, within my first couple of forays into cottaging and lucking out with the horny old man in his seventies with a gorgeous, big cock that always got hard as soon as he started to play with mine, younger guys were never going to be as generous or attentive as the lovers of a more senior… Lire la suite

Back in my early days of cottaging, I was not fully aware of certain signs and etiquette inside the public toilets that indicated someone was ‘up for it’. These could be someone coughing or sniffing a certain amount of times, tapping of the feet, or just giving a certain look that gave the game away. It could be risky if you were to proposition the wrong guy, and bear in mind it was still a criminal offence to engage in lewd behaviour, never mind the fact you were squirrelled away inside a locked cubicle. I never had to learn any of these secret codes and signs, as the guys I’d engage in sordi… Lire la suite

There was always something about female underwear that fascinated me, and nylon especially. I couldn’t resist from touching the synthetic fibre, and feeling that electric twinge of excitement, causing my young cock to stir. My mother had very little in the way of attractive underwear; mostly beige bras and knickers, and definitely nothing as exciting as a pair of stockings! She adorned her legs in thick tan coloured tights whenever she wore a skirt or dress. I would spend my summer holidays with my grandmother, and it came to my teenage attention that her wardrobe was full of much more intere… Lire la suite

So, having sampled my first cock, I was eager to repeat the experience. Luckily, I didn’t have too long to wait for my second encounter, a meeting that would be etched onto my memory, and have me hooked on older guys forevermore. It was an early Spring day, bright sunshine, but the wind still held onto it’s wintertime chill, as I frequented the convenience where I had lost my innocence. It had become a regular weekend haunt, hoping for another illicit encounter in the stalls, wanting the touch and caress of another stranger. I entered into the cubicle where I had lost my virginity, the stains… Lire la suite

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 s… Lire la suite