Things That REALLY Get Me Going

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I don’t know about other countries but in the UK public toilets are nasty places. They’re dark, are usually clad in tiles from the 1960’s, have trough urinals that don’t drain properly and condom machines with no condoms in them.

You’ll usually have a few stalls at the back, if you’re lucky a functional hand drier, and the whole place has the smell of stale piss and for some reason is always warm inside despite the fact no heating or radiators are ever present.

Until I was 13 public toilets were just that, toilets. They were a fascinating to me in that pre-pubescent way in which your sexuality manifests itself. How fully grown men’s cocks look, that sort of thing, but not sexual just kind of naughty in an innocent way.

Then I turned 13 and learned how to wank. I’m not going to pretend I learned how to wank by sitting in a circle jerk or talking to friends, people I grew up with didn’t do that sort of thing. I learned by instinct, I started jerking the shaft one night until I grew big and hard and before I knew it I was cumming for the first time.

The next day I was taken into town by my dad and was practically bouncing around I was in such a good mood. I had this new toy to play with and it was always with me, swinging between my legs and just waiting to be stroked into a frenzy.

After spending what seemed like hours being dragged from shop to shop, I said I needed to use the toilet and went off on my own to one not far away.

Even though this toilet block has long since turned into a travel agents (no big loss) I still remember it clearly.

To those of you who have been cruising in public places you’ll know that the most important thing you do is to learn your surroundings thoroughly and quickly in order to assess blind spots, exit plans, what object is making what sound etc.; as a result I have an extremely good memory of each and every site I have ever had fun in.

There were only two cubicles both made from concrete and tiles, the block itself was situated next to the bus station so it was always busy and no less so than this particular Saturday.

Sitting on the toilet I pulled my black nylon trackies and cotton boxers down to my ankels and took my soft dick in hand. I was a quick developer and was already sporting a decent sized cock even then, a nice amount of medium brown hair crowned the base of my dick.

Having only learned my new trick mere hours earlier I start thinking about sucking some hot blond guy off or having sex with my dad, like so many of these stories go. I just innocently sat stroking hard and fast, like all young boys do when they first learn how make their dick go bang.

I was rubbing my uncut cock raw, my hand racing up and down my teenage rod whilst my balls got ready for release when I noticed something on the walls. Writing.

All over the walls was writing in big black permanent marker. I’d always seen it in toilets before but I’d never really paid attention to it until now. I began to read ads like:

‘Horny guy, 6 inch cock, call me on…’

’29 YO for teen fun, will pay.’

And

’Older guy, will pay to suck younger. Leave time and date below’

But what really got me going were the stories. The walls all had short paragraphs on them.

‘I blew my load here, 18/03/01’

‘Wanking my 8” while I wrote this’

‘I WANNA SUCK A BIG DICK AND GET FUCKED AND CUM EVERYWHERE’

They weren’t the most artful or well written lines but to a 13 year old with his dick in his hand the raw sexual energy of each line made my cock pulse and throb.

I kept reading every inch of the walls until there was nothing left. Then I just kept reading over my favourite lines, imagining the men who sat there fucking their hands, all the while my thick teen dick was getting ready to fire. Feeling the cum pulsing up my cock I looked down and as ropes of spunk shot onto my smooth chest.

I kept breathing hard as my hot jizz slid into my belly button and pubes until my dick stopped twitching.

A little sweaty and out of breath I used tissue paper to mop up my load. It was then I noticed something that previously I had overlooked.

Drilled into the wall (bear in mind the stall walls were a good foot thick) was a small hole no bigger than the width of a biro pen.

Although my horniness had evaporated when my balls had emptied I was still excited about this new world I’d discovered and, cautiously, put my eye to the hole.

Sure enough I could see through into the next cubicle. It wasn’t a spectacular view just some tiles on the opposing walls, but I could see. I repositioned myself on the edge of the toilet seat and realised that if I shifted a little to the right I could make out the arms of the guy next to me.

He wasn’t doing anything, just resting his chin in his palms. But this realisation was overwhelming for me. If I could see into others mens stalls I could see their dicks. Their big, fat, uncut, swinging cocks. And not just stolen glances at the pool changing rooms, but proper long unhindered, uncensored observation. I could wank like mad over them and they’d never know.

I knew then that this was going to be awesome.