i went back to that toilet on more than one occasion.there wasnt always somebody in the gents next door and i would wait for ages to see if a chap came to have a wank. Plenty did and i became fascinated by all the different shapes and sizes but still the best moment was when they brought themselves off.I had taken to stripping naked and got notes through the hole telling me how beautiful i looked.I never had any idea how old the chaps were even though i thought then that smaller cocks must belong to younger chaps and the bigger ones were older chaps,not that i cared a lot so long as i could see them coming off. Around that time i began to think i was an artist.I was in a secluded place at the end of a beach near where i lived,mostly rocks and bushes.i was wearing little shorts and a small top,i was drawing somthing.Out of the corner of my eye i saw a chap move behind some rocks a bit away from me,i probably should have been frightened but i wasnt.he stood up and glanced towards me,he was fully dressed,i think i smiled at him. A minute or so later i noticed he had removed his top,then he disappeared for a minute or so,he reappeared near another rock he now just wearing his underpants,i knew what underpants looked like,i,d seen several,his were them really brief ones in white.at first he just stood looking out to sea,he would glance towards me,i suppose testing my reaction. Then he put his hand on the front of his underpants and somehow i knew he was going to wank himself,he might have been in his 60s.he made no approach towards me,even though he looked and smiled,i wanted to touch my fanny but darent,i could feel my nipples harden against my top,i hoped he was going to start wanking himself,i wanted to see his cock. He moved his hand inside his underpants and looked towards me,i looked at him and smiled.his hand still inside his underpants started to move up and down,then he took it out of the waistband.He stood there and with just his fingers he rubbed up and down on the exposed bit,i really wanted to rub myself i could feel myself getting wet. He pushed the waistband of his underpants down under his balls,id seen chaps do that before it made everything push upwards,his cock was big and fully hard,he looked towards me and started to slowly move his hand up and down the length of it.I didnt stare but i did look at what he was doing and pretended to be interested in my drawing. He would look around every so often,obviously making sure the coast was clear.he pushed his underpants down and off and turned more towards me,i could tell he just wanted me to see him wanking himself.I realised i was coming off myself with no fingers to help. As i,d seen many times before his hand started to move faster,his cock was a really long one with plenty to see as his hand moved up and down the loose skin covering and uncovering the swollen head.It was nice for a change to see a whole naked body,id usually only seen the middle bit.His whole body started moving particularly his hips,moving backwards and forwards pushing his cock into his hand. His hips stopped moving and he arched backwards pushing his cock into the air suddenly his hand gripping tightly on it,i could almost see the white of his knuckles.his hand was at full speed,i knew he was coming. I didnt miss anything,his back still arched his spunk left his cock with force,firing into the air.i always want that to last longer,i love watching that bit.his hand slowed but kept wanking,he never took his eyes off me,i realised id forgotten about my drawing and had just watched his every movement. His cock went quickly soft,he did what most of them do and squeesed the last drops out he quickly reached down for his underpants and disappeared behind the rocks,i didnt see him again,i was alone i pushed my shorts and knickers down and pushed my fingers in my fanny and came off in a massive way.