Driving past the location where the last public Lido in Notts used to be reminded me of all the summers I used to spend there growing up. However, later on in life I switched allegiance to another location when I discovered a new word: Cottaging.
For any non-Brits (or those too young to have heard of them), a Lido was a large outdoor swimming pool, usually with grassed and concreted areas to sunbathe on, tearooms and many, many changing cubicles.
I had been to a few parties and met men from all backgrounds, united only by their love of MM sex! At one of these gatherings I mentioned to someone where I lived, and he immediately asked me if I spent the summer at the Lido nearby. I told him absolutely not, as the water was fed from a freshwater spring and even on the hottest days could turn your lips blue from the cold. He laughed at that and said it wasn't the swimming people went there for!
I had never heard of cruising or cottaging, but he explained that the changing cubicles were a notorious place to go to meet up with strangers for casual sex. What an eye opener!
It was too early in the year for the lidos to open, so I had to put it to the back of my mind until the summer, and then wait for some nice weather, as the former does not always mean the latter here in the UK.
Eventually the day came so, with some friends, I went along. Getting changed in the male building I kept an eye out for any evidence of goings on, but saw nothing. The cubicles and communal area were very busy and there was a constant stream of people of all ages going in and out, so I struggled to see how anyone could hook up, or where they could go.
Nevertheless I went back in there several times during the day, using excuses like needing to pee, or buy refreshments to make another fruitless visit. By the time we were ready to pack up and leave I was one very frustrated customer!
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I am at a party telling the guy who fed me the duff information of my failed visit. He was surprised because he knew someone who went there regularly and always found it active. Eventually it transpired that the changing rooms he was talking about were some old ones, tucked away round the back of the main buildings and away from the pool.
The summer was holding up, so the next weekend I returned, this time on my own. I had changed into my speedos in the main block, set my towel down and went for a wander. It took some finding, but eventually I located a path that led through some bushes to a pretty dilapidated building made of sheets of corrugated iron. It looked more like a farm outhouse than changing rooms, but what caught my eye was a skinny bloke in trunks leaning against the wall near the entrance, smoking.
Remember that I had never done anything like this, and my informant had not told me how to identify who might be up for it, so I figured I would just walk in and see what happened. The smoker and I exchanged a nod as I walked past, but there didn't seem to be any interest on his part in me. Through the door I found myself in a gloomy room with the only light coming from dirty clear plastic sheets in the corrugated iron roof., with rows of cubicles along both sides and some lockers at the far end. It was all pretty decrepit and the doors of the cubicles were made out of thin wooden planks. Most of them were closed but as the doors were only shoulder height I could see in and found that the ones at the front at least were empty.
As I was contemplating this the door behind me opened and the smoker came in. He didn't acknowledge me, but walked straight down to a cubicle at the far end and went in. The door closed but a few moments later it opened again and a different person came out! This was a short stocky man with quite a hairy chest, and a noticeable bulge in the trunks he was wearing. He just gave me a glance and a smile as he hurried out.
I wanted to find out more, so walked towards the end of the room and the cubicle. As I got near I saw in a cubicle to my left the head of a blond haired man, mid 20's. He was leaning with his back against the wall and had his eyes closed.
I got to the end cubicle and stopped outside. I didn't want to lean over and intrude, but could hear the unmistakable sound of grunting, gasping and flesh on flesh. Occasionally the door would rattle as something hit it from the other side. Clearly this was the right spot and in response my cock immediately began to stiffen, which is an issue in Speedos!
Risking a peek, in the gloom I could just make out the head of the smoker kneeling down and in front of him was another guy, resting his head shoulders and arms on the cubicle's wooden bench. Clearly they were fucking, and as hard as the smoker was banging away it was clear the recipient was enjoying it.
Not sure what to do I retreated to one of the cubicles on the left, closed the door and dropped my speedos. The relief of freeing my member was instant and, in the absence of anything better to do, I started to play with myself. From my cubicle I could not only hear the fucking (which was becoming louder and faster), but also see the blonde haired chap. I was looking straight at him when his face suddenly contorted and he let out a gasp. He held this pose for a while, then opened his eyes and stood up. Just as we locked eyes another head suddenly popped up!
Whoever it was saw the blonde looking my way and turned to me and gave me a little smile. He was a shortish man, perhaps in his 30s, with permed black curly hair and a moustache . The blonde guy muttered something to him, opened the door and rushed out, only giving me a moment to notice his very erect cock sticking at least 2 inches out of the top of his trunks waistband!
Curly hair stepped out of his cubicle and walked over to mine. This gave me the chance to check out his slim, athletic body, covered for the most part in thick black hair. As almost everyone did in those days, he was wearing tight swimming trunks which were failing to contain a nice looking circumcised cock. Quite a rarity in the UK in those days, but something that I relished going down on whenever I got the chance.
I hadn’t bothered to lock the door, so he was able to push it open, revealing me, stark naked with a raging hardon in my hand. In seconds he was on his knees, grasping the shaft as his lips and tongue licked and sucked at my wet helmet. He went to push the door shut behind him but, in a moment of inspiration, I told him to leave it open.
We continued like this for a while, him expertly worshipping my prick whilst wanking off his own. Too quickly though I felt the urge to cum and, wanting to prolong my pleasure, only just managed to pull him away in time.
Now I stood him up, yanked his trunks off and pushed him back onto the bench seat. His cock looked delicious and I wasted no time in kneeling and taking it into my mouth. He was clearly very turned on as there was a lot of pre cum for me to slurp down, and from the loud moans and groans he started making I figured he liked what I was doing.
In this excited state he only lasted a couple of minutes before he started to twitch and gasp out “I’m cumming”. Excited at this news I kept my lips clamped firmly round his helmet, and he put both hands on my head pinning me in place (something that I love a guy to do), ensuring I didn’t lose a drop of the hot salty spunk he fired into my mouth.
Even after swallowing his load I milked his for more of his cum, finding that he still had an amazing amount to give me. Eventually though he was emptied, and pulled me up to sit with him on the bench for a very deep, tongue heavy kiss. His hand slid down to my throbbing member as our tongues intertwined, and after a few moments of kissing and wanking me, he lowered his head and began to blow me again.
It was at this point that I realised that there was someone else in the open doorway, looking in and watching. He was prob. late 50s or even older, very tanned and with a bit of a beer belly. For me it had always been the older the better, and this was helped by the sight of the cock that he was stroking as he was enjoyed the show. It was an absolute beauty, big both in length and girth, and shiny with his juices. All I had to do was make eye contact and lick my lips, and that was invitation enough.
The permed guy helpfully moved to the floor to continue sucking me, which meant this new gent could come and stand next to me. Putting one foot on the bench meant he was the perfect height to deliver that gorgeous piece of meat to my mouth, and I hungrily licked his wet helmet dry before taking him in my mouth.
Not surprisingly, the combination of a glorious dick my mouth and an expert in oral on on my own tool meant that I could not hold out for ever, and eventually I shot my load in an intense orgasm. Curly moaned as my seed flooded his mouth, and he took great pleasure in draining me of every drop I had.
When he eventually let my softening dick drop from his mouth he sat up to join me in worshipping this new strangers cock. As I was sucking on it from above, it meant he was in the perfect position to nuzzle in to suck on the guy's balls. The effect of this was amazing. The stranger had been moaning and groaning all the time I had been going down on him, but now he was having his balls sucked and pulled he began trembling and crying out, and after a minute or two I felt his cock swell and pulse, before firing a very full load of cum into my mouth.
Perm guy stopped his ball sucking and came to nuzzle at my cheek. Generously I let the strangers cock slip from my mouth, and Curly immediately jumped on it and sucked and slurped to collect any dregs that remained. Only once he had finished did I open my mouth to show him I had not yet swallowed, and he took the bait, clamping his lips to mine to share some of that delicious sperm.
As we kissed the older chap pulled his trunks back on, said thank you and fled the scene.
I was satiated and worn out, so eventually got my trunks back on and thanked Curly. I asked if he was staying, and he confirmed the he planned to spend the whole afternoon there, sucking as many cocks as possible.
As I left and made my way back to the pool I met a middle aged man coming towards me. He had a towel round his waist, but as he got close to me pulled it aside to reveal an absolute monster, poking out from his trunks. Even though it was flaccid it must have been 8 inches long and thick. I think I gulped as I stared at it, and he helpfully pulled his trunks down and asked me if I wanted it. I was very, very tempted to head back to the stalls with him, but decided I was too knackered, so just told him that I was done for the day, but there was someone inside who would be very happy to see him!
This was the start of my love for casual sex with strangers. Although weather and opportunity meant trips to the Lido were infrequent, I made many visits there over the next few years and always found it busy with the sex of all sorts pretty much on tap. Sadly though it was eventually closed down and is now a housing estate. Luckily though myself and all the other horny blokes in the area had some local woods which were also a cruising hotspot, so this became my go to place when lust hit me.
