Following my first dunes experience I returned there on many occasions but was always DISAPPOINTED, I had a brief encounter with a lady and though I found sex with her a way of sexual relief I missed the sheer excitement and anticipation of man/man sex with a complete stranger,the mutual and visual ejaculation,she preferred intercourse to masturbation,she occasionally indulged me with oral sex but for me her vagina wasn't a substitute for a throbbing erection. I couldn't believe how nervous I felt on that first toilet trip,it was in a fairly rural setting , a picnic type area,I wasn't particularly planning it. I had taken up cycling and came on them by accident,I was wearing running shorts and vest,the place was deserted,I secured my bike and went inside,though a bright sunny day inside the toilets was relatively dim. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the light,luckily the place was empty affording a little time. There was two urinal bowls and two cubicles,loads of sexual graphiti,amazingly I found the "aroma" arousing. I had time to look in the cubicles,the doors had no locks but had a number of holes,there were no toilet seats but the toilets were clean,a pictur of a naked woman was stuck to the wall dividing the cubicles,I touched it and it fell away,revealing a hole through the wall where a brick he been removed. I felt myself becoming sexually aroused,from what the brothers he said I realised what this was about. It seemed my brain had suddenly belonged to another person,I needed to be naked and found myself stripping off my vest and shorts as if possessed . My cock was already out the waistband of my briefs,it was only when somebody pushed my door open that I realised I was no longer alone. Sorry he said but taking his time in pulling the door closed,I should probably made some attempt to do so myself I subconsciously wanted to admire me. I heard him close the door to the adjoining cubicle,he was clearly visible through the hole from his waist down. His hand went on the front of his trousers for a second or two,then he was undoing his belt,we could hear ech other breathing ,he slowly undid his flies exposing lace type undies,that surprised me,I could tell he was removing his t shirt and as he did so his trousers slipped off his hips,his undies were of white lace but no denying the manhood it was supposed to contain,his cock was to my eyes huge ,the undies barely covered a manly set of testicles. Without any ceremony he came to the hole and offered me his throbbing cock,he obviously assumed I was familiar with the rules of gloryhole sexual behaviour,he was dealing with a complete novice............2 B cont.