Within seconds of his friend ejaculating he turned his full attention to me reaching and taking my cock from my hand,thats where labelling doesn't fit,my sexual needs were being met whether I was homosexual or hetrosexual,whether it was the hand of a woman or the hand of a man would have made no difference,I just needed masturbation and he was providing it. Even taking hold of his cock and matching his wrist action stroke for stroke felt completely normal.There however is where the similarities ended,within a couple of minutes and with increasing wrist action his body movements changed,like his friend his breathing grew more rapid and I could see and feel his body tighten and jerk and just in time as I aimed it away,to my absolute delight it began,I felt every pulse of his cock as spurt after spurt of his sexual cream joined the already build up of semen on the back of the urinal. He had already loosened his grip on my cock,his interest quickly fading as his jerking slowed and stopped and his cock began to soften in my grip.For me I was nowhere near ejaculating but for the first time I realised that masturbation to achieve an ejaculation,at least by the two examples I'd just observed,didn't require in excess of an hour,thats if I could manage it at all,which was 80% of the time I gave it up as a bad job. However in my bed that night,not really sure I could achieve it I knew I needed to ejaculate,remembering the two lucky guys who managed it so easily in the toilets helped,I lay there on my back closed my eyes and as I recalled their jerking bodies and how much alike their moment of deliverance was I masturbated,so many times as before I would reach the point where I would think yes,yes,yes I'm there only for it to recede,then inevitably the choice,to continue masturbating or sleep all night with my erection. For any man or woman reading this try putting yourself in a position of not being able to ejaculate.After my first experience in the toilets I became a regular visitor not only in them ones but Lymm,Norwich,and Nantwich,places my job took me to,I was always on the lookout for toilets,during the couple of hours at lunchtime I would on a good day masturbate five or six needy men,homo or hetro,rubish I reckon the majority of them were ones who saw themselves as very hetro. I loved that moment when I encountered a new cock,the variation is endless,I could tell quickly when I first saw but definitely once I took it in hand approximately it would take to have it ejaculating,I could tell by the undies that men wore what their sexual orientation was,a very small number wore female undies,one of my favourites,then of course the tangas the pouches and the G strings,loved all of them,then the married man ones,sensible Y fronts or slips,they could be very fetching but I'll admit I found boxers a turn off. My own predicament hasn't changed but I learned to make it an advantage,I love sex and unlike most others I can make it last as long as I like,I could write a book on male masturbation,I don't suppose in my experience I've really come across two cocks that needed exactly the same attention,some ejaculated almost as soon as you took it in your hand and others brought an ache to your wrist but I have never failed to achieve the end result. You might ask about sucking cock,I did on occasions but for me the great delight was seeing it,seeing it swell,seeing it glow as it precummed,seeing it jerk as it tightened and spurted,having a cock in your mouth all of that is in my opinion missed.