My previous story ended with me re-dressing in a cottage cubicle, after having been sucked dry by a rather presentable older man, and heading off to the local F.E. college to enrol in a day-release course as part of my apprentice draughtsman job. The college was much bigger than my old school so was feeling a bit nervous as I made my way to the admissions hall. There were lots of students milling about and quite a few trestle tables with staff sat at each with a sign of the courses on offer. I saw the course sign I was enrolling in and made my way over, and was just leaving after having signed-up when I noticed, sat at another table, the gent who had less than a couple of hours ago given me the best blowjob of my young life. With my heart racing I turned to leave and caught his eye and as I did I knew he'd recognised me! He was a lecturer there and as I was to find out he would be taking one of my classes - I'll post a story of how that went in the future...

I kept visiting the cottages in my lunch hours, always wanking, sometimes stripping completely naked, and sometimes in pretty sexy undies. Mostly I'd cum while being watched through a peep hole, but occasionally a hand would appear under the partition and I'd kneel on the floor to receive a hand job, my hand reaching under the cubicle too to find a hot hard cock to grope and wank at the same time. Each time I'd explode to the mystery man's touch and not long after I'd feel the cock in my hand throb and release their load up my arm or on the fool. All these encounters were anonymous which I loved - only occasional after dressing and leaving the cottage would I see a guy outside and wonder if they were the one.

The next occasion where I met my fellow cottage user was about a week later. I was visiting one a bit further from the town centre as I was a bit worried about being seen going in and out by either work colleges or, on college days, that staff member or by fellow students. This one was a little less used and was vandal proofed with stainless steel fittings and cubicles. Being a bit quieter than other cottages I used to take my time and would spend most of my lunch hour in the cubicle. That day I removed my work clothes and re-dressed in lacey undies and hold up stockings and as I was siting on the toilet having a leisurely wank I heard the familiar sound of echoey footsteps that told me someone else had entered the cottage. There was only one cubicle here and after a minute or so the handle was tried, hoping they didn't want to use the facilities for there intended use I lent forward and released the lock, sat back an waited. Shortly after the door was tried again and the door opened to reveal the definition of the dirty mac brigade! His eyes lit up as he clocked me on the loo, cock in hand, panties pulled below by balls and long stockinged legs parted. He closed the door, opened his mac - he really was wearing one - and pulled down his pants and trousers and released his stiffening cock. Shuffling forward with a massive grin he told me to "suck on this slut" as he stood between my spread legs, his now hard dick at the perfect height. Pulling my head forward my lips parted and the tip of his cock slipped in. He smelt quite pissy and had a massive bush of pubes which I shortly had my nose buried in as he used both hands to hold my head as he fed me his whole length. The were plenty of moans and a few "nices" and "sluts" muttered but mostly he just thrust and fucked my face as he frantically built up speed to unload in my mouth. Luckily he was about 5" so I was quite comfortable taking his whole length but when he reached the point of no return he grabbed my head firmly and buried himself as far in my face as he could and started to cum. His cock touched the back of my throat making me gag and his warm salty spunk, despite my best efforts, ended up dripping down my chin and on to my bare chest. He shuffled back put himself away but before he left he massaged his own cum into my chest giving my nipples a painful tweak making me moan. This made him smile and before turning to leave said "I suspect we'll be seeing a lot more of you, you sexy slut".

I was left, door open to all, covered in spunk with a aching cock that had been left untouched throughout the encounter. Desperately horny I grabbed my dick and quickly wanked myself to a massive climax not caring if someone else came in and saw me through the open door. After cumming I came to my senses, closed the door, cleaned myself up as best I could, dressed and left the cottage as my lunch break was over. I saw my dirty old man sitting in a car opposite the cottage and he gave me a massive smile. He was right he did see a lot more of me in the cottages around town and eventually we'd meet up elsewhere. I'll write about some of those encounters in the future...