A journey into crossdressing adventure 2

One Sunday, years after my first voyage into the world of secret crossdressing, I found myself once again, in the cubicle with the hole in the door. Accumulated on the walls were dozens of notes and numbers and requests for sex. Written by unknown men , the graphic descriptions of sexual acts were sometimes accompanied by lewd an explicit drawings of cocks and men wearing stockings with their asses dripping fluid. Some of the stories were lengthy and I was turned on by reading them. I would often sit there slowly masterbating in my fishnet stockings while imagining what it would be like to do the things scrawled on the walls around me.

Sometimes a man would visit the urinals and stay for longer than it should take to piss. I would freeze and hide what I was doing until they left. One day when I was s*******n I watched two men touching and wanking each other through the hole. Nervously I looked on as they took turns to bend down and suck each other. I'm sure they knew I was spying on them as they positioned themselves so I could plainly see. One of the men dropped his trousers, and to my amazement, he had on black seamed stockings. I was transfixed, and aroused more than ever before. He stepped away from the urinals and shuffled towards my door then turned as he lifted up his shirt revealing a black basque and white knickers. His companion went to him from behind and started rubbing his arse.

They were both mumbling and groaning as I peered intensely. They came closer and the guy in stockings peeled down his white panties and was stroking his cock, by now inches from my door. My face was pressed up against the large hole, they could both see me there. He said something and put his wet prick through the hole and although I was quite nervous, I took the end into my mouth.

It tasted like cum, and, as I took it deeper into my warm young mouth, he moaned and pushed himself against the door. He was elderly with grey pubic hair and his trembling legs were skinny. The other man i could just make out behind him, he had one hand in the back of the guys panties rubbing furiously while he squeezed and pulled on his own cock. It was very hard and big, he kept spitting on his hand and continued to play with himself.

Then the cock in my mouth grew very stiff and the door began to shake. Without warning, my mouth received several spirts of hot semen. He came loads and I swallowed all of it without time to think. I was shocked but very turned on and as I composed myself watched as the other guy jerked and flicked streams of his sperm on the tiled floor.

Not sure what to do, I prepared to leave. By the time I have cleaned my face and adjusted my closet they had both left. I didn't see either of their faces and was slightly shaken by the experience. Was I gay now?

As I walked along the beach I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened, the urge to wank myself off was just too much.