Going over old experiences and thinking about milestone moments, a comment someone made about public toilets of old reminded me of my discovering cottaging.
This was back in the 80s, pre internet and mobile phones, only 3 TV channels. Information about the gay scene and lifestyle was scarce and hard to come by. I have already written a lot about my early adventures, so I was experienced, but hardly ever found the opportunity to hook up with anyone.
I was working in an office job in Nottingham at the time. The adventures began when they decided to have someone hand deliver these important computer cassette drive type things to the head office in London, after a couple of bad experiences with the Post Office and couriers. I volunteered to do it, wanting a day out of the office and the chance to spend a bit of time in the capital every week or two.
The usual routine was an early train into St Pancs. then the tube to the office. I had to hang around whilst the data was transferred, which could take almost all day. With nothing much else to do I was free to go exploring. With only a little tourist map I wandered here and there, using the tube for more distant locations, but also a lot of walking, especially if the weather was good.
On one such walk I was passing a public toilets, and decided that I needed to pee. It was an underground facility with steep steps surrounded by iron railings. Down below there was the usual row of porcelain urinals with a couple of men in suits using them, and half a dozen cubicles all with the doors shut.
As I did my business at a urinal I became aware of muffled noises coming from the cubicles. it was a a rhythmic sort of panting gasp, getting louder as I finished off and went over to the sink. Suddenly there was a loud "oh, oh, oooooh" and then silence.
I looked around to see if anyone else was concerned, but the two men remained at the urinals, eyes fixed on the wall in front of them. As I dried my hands there was a rattling and the end cubicle door opened. A man in workman gear came out and quickly shot up the stairs. No sooner had he vanished than one of the men at the urinal stepped away, walked into the same cubicle and locked the door!
all very mysterious, but with no reason to suspect what was happening I left and continued with my day. Back at the office I started chatting to one of the admin lads. I was telling him where I had been that day and mentioned the toilets. Before I could even tell him what had happened he laughed and told me to keep well away from there, as it was well known as a "bummers" toilet. I still didn't get it, so he explained that it was known for gay men to go there for quickie sex (or bumming as he charmingly and inaccurately described it).
I was not out, so just joined in with his laughter, ribbing him that he seemed to know an awful lot about it. In my head however I was excited and intrigued. Sex with strangers and random, unplanned encounters had always been a huge turn on for me, and the thought of this happening in such a dangerously public place made it all the more thrilling.
A week or so later I was back in the capital, package delivered and taking one of my walks. It just so happened that I found myself at the toilets again. This time all the urinals were occupied and a couple of men were standing by the sinks, presumably waiting their turn. No one seemed to be in a rush, until two men who had been standing next to each other stepped back, and walked into a open cubicle. The most noteworthy point was that neither had bothered to zip up, and both were sporting rock hard cocks sticking out of their flies!
As I took this in I felt a hand touch my hip. The man next to me (50s, in a suit, quite a bit shorter than me) smiled and said "hello, I've not seen you here before" I smiled back and told him it was my first time. His hand slid around and started to gently stroke my backside. "always nice to see a new face, especially as young and handsome as you" Always a sucker for flattery I smiled a thank you.
I was already horny just walking into the place, but the strangers wandering hand and his obvious interest in me was working its magic, and a bulge in my trousers caught his attention. He gave it a squeeze which made me gasp, and I realised a couple of men at the urinals were looking over at us whilst clearly playing with themselves. I always loved being watched and this gave me an even bigger thrill.
I was almost disappointed then when the stranger suggested we go into a cubicle that was vacant. Once in the tight space he wasted no time on locking the door, undoing his belt and dropping his trousers to the floor, I did the same and he groaned with delight at the sight of my hard meat springing out. He took a firm hold and started to play with me, and I reached to do the same to him, finding out he was as hard as me, an average size but, oh heaven, he was circumcised. I loved sucking on a cut cock, and let out a groan of pleasure at the sight and feel of his firm flesh.
He must have realised how turned on I was, as he now pushed me down onto the toilet seat. As soon as I was seated the helmet of his cock was on my lips, and soon pushed its way into my mouth. It was his turn to groan loudly as I began to suck and slurp at his delicious tool. He was soon leaking precum, and becoming more dominant as he found how willing I was to suck him.
After only a few minutes of this he grabbed my head in both hand and started to face fuck me, quick thrusts using my mouth as I was pinned in place. He never asked if I wanted it, but suddenly started grunting, and a second later a warm flood of his seed filled my mouth. He let out a moan as I swallowed this and a second and third spurt of cum.
As soon as this subsided though he stepped back, zipped up and with a hurried "thanks" opened to door and slipped away, leaving me sitting with my suit trousers round my ankles and a red hot cock virtually untouched!
Not sure how to proceed I pushed the door shut, and had a first look around me. The things I immediately noticed were a) the graffiti covering the door and walls, and b) the square shaped opening in the wall between the next cubicle. It had been roughly cut and the edges padded out with tape. Through the hole I could see a face pressed up to the hole, with one eye staring at me. As soon as they registered that I had seen them the face disappeared and a moment latter a hard, thick dick poked through. I guessed that the person had been wanking as they watched, as his helmet and shaft were already shiny and slick with his juices.
I had no idea who this was, what he looked like, but that made it hotter for me, and without a word I leaned over and took him in my mouth. at the first touch I felt him jump, then press hard against the partition as I slid my lips down until my nose was pressed hard against the wall.
He had no way of controlling the action so i took my time, licking and sucking his shaft, rolling my tongue round his swollen glans and occasionally breaking off to get some air and admire the view. After several minutes of this though I felt his cock swell and in an instant he shot a considerable load of very sweet tasting cum for me to hungrily swallow.
Unlike the first guy he seemed in no hurry to leave, so I spent some more time sucking and licking him to milk him of every drop. Only once he was soft again did he withdraw, and a moment later I heard his door unlock and open. A second later there was a tap on my door and a deep voice say "thanks mate".
With all this excitement I hadn't had a chance to attend to my needs, but my cock was throbbing and has hard as stone. sitting back I started to stroke myself, but then heard the door of the cubicle next to me open and close. A moment later a face briefly appeared through the hole, then a finger, bending to beckon me closer.
Again I had no idea who was on the other side but, hoping that it was not a nutter with a pair of scissors, I pushed my rampant meat through the gap. In a moment I felt the warmth of a mouth engulfing my aching meat, and soon was experiencing a wonderful blowjob, with expert use of tongue and lips in a way I had not experienced before.
Whoever it was knew what he was doing, as he got me close to cumming a couple of times before pulling back, but there was no chance of me lasting a third time, and soon I was shooting my own load into that mystery mouth, which sucked and swallowed with greedy glee.
I was by now soaked in sweat, knees shaking and panting hard at all the exertion and excitement. It took me a few moments to gather myself, get dressed and open my cubicle. Several heads turned to watch me with interest as I made my way to the sink to wash with cold water. As I did this the cubicle next to mine opened and out stepped a bloke who had to have been in his 70's! He was short, slim and had a very flamboyant waxed moustache and pointed goatee. He looked over at me and smiled, and then I realised that he had no teeth. No wonder his blowjob felt so different, but I made a mental note for the future that it was bloody good.
This was the first of several visits, each time presenting a new variation on a theme. It was years later that I tried looking up where the toilets were, and the best fit seems to have been a notorious one in Broadwick Street, but never found any pics of the interior to see if it matches my recollections
