This story took place a few years ago when I was around 20. I'd just moved to London for Uni. I had a girlfriend at the time, but had always had an inkling from reading stories on here and other places that I had a desire for cock. Soon after I moved I took the opportunity for my first taste and met a guy from here, who got me hooked on dick ever since. This happened a few weeks after my first experience. I'd just finished my final lecture of the day and decided to go to the toilet before heading home. I didn't go to the usual place on the main campus, instead heading towards a quite basement toilets that was more on my route home. These toilets had double doors to enter, then a long row of cubicles, behind these there was a double run of urinals and then around another bend was a different section of more secluded cubicles. A cottagers dream, I just didn't know it yet. I remember thinking how strange it was that the first row of cubicles were all occupied and almost all the urinals were in use, especially at this time in the evening and in such a random spot of uni. One of the back cubicles was free, so I went in and sat down. After a few moments the back of someone's shoe came slightly under my partition. I remember thinking, how is that possible if you're sat on the toilet? So bent down to take a closer look. As I came level with the floor, I saw a sight which has changed my life to this day. My neighbour was bent over on his knees sucking the cock of the man in the stall next to him. I could see the bare knees and thick fat cock sticking up and under the stall. I shot back up, hoping not to have been caught. My mind raced, I'd heard about stuff like this but didn't realise it actually happened in public. After a few seconds and a noticeable stirring in my own cock I decided to take another look, and excitedly watched as this faceless bodyless cock was silently worked by the eager sucker next to me. I heard some rustling to my right, and realised that bent down like this I was also completely visible to anyone else looking under the stalls. I quickly looked to my right and could make out the undeniable image of two more people engaging in oral sex. There was a person stood facing the toilet and another kneeling in front. I couldn't see anything other than this because the partitions were so low, but quickly cottoned on to what was going on. As I tried to gather my senses I heard a flush in the end stall on the left and the door unlock and footsteps away. Then from my left hand side a foot slowly edged its way into my stall and tapped gently. I don't think I ever would have known what this meant if I hadn't realised what kind of toilet I was in, but i instinctively moved my foot closer to his and tapped back. The foot was quickly withdrawn and I thought I'd made a stupid mistake, but then was swiftly replaced with a set of bare knees and then a small ginger cock followed them through. It was thick and hard, but definitely pretty tiny, it had a thick black rubber cock ring at the base and the whole thing was engorged and swollen turning slightly pink. Instinct took over and I reached down and grabbed it, slowly gripping and releasing it in my hands. I got down on my knees and prepared to take my second ever cock in my mouth. With one hand I fondled his ginger balls and the other I slowly moved up and down his shaft, rubbing in the copious precum miking from his tip with my thumb. I licked the cum from my fingers and my mouth started salivating knowing I was about to get a lot more than that. As I bent down my hands were batted away and he pulled his cock back. Then he made the universal wanking motion with his hand under the stall, and I saw a mouth and flicking tongue appear. "i just want cock. " he quietly whispered. Me too mate I thought. But i wasn't about to turn down an anonymous blowjob, so shuffled down my trousers and boxers and awkwardly slid my cock under the wall. The intensity of that first time is still burned into my memory. Face shoved against a cold plastic wall, breath steaming up against it, hands gripping the underside of the partition to get good leverage. And then suddenly a tongue on the base of my shaft, slowly moving up teasingly along my length before flicking my helmet. A hand came through and roughly grabbed my balls, making me want to squeal but not being able to for fear of being caught. Before long the flicking tongue graduated to lips slowly teasing just my bell end. I was trying so hard to picture what was happening to my cock and trying to work it all out just from the sensations. It felt like my senses were heightened, from not being able to see. The mouth slowly moved down on my cock, until I was what felt like halfway in. His mouth felt slimy and warm, from what was at least one other man's load coating his cheeks. Up and down he moved on my cock, rotating his head as he moved and all the while gripping and tugging powerfully on my balls, I was on a roller-coaster of pleasure and pain, evenly balanced and keeping me on the edge of delight. I still couldn't believe I had just come in to use the toilet and 5 minutes later I was being expertly sucked by an anonymous stranger, receiving the best head of my life. I knew I was going to cum any second, but didn't want to say anything for fear of being heard. As I felt the spunk rising up my shaft he suddenly withdrew, there was nothing I could do at this point to stop it and I silently and powerfully came into the emptiness that his mouth had left behind, he managed to catch the last few squirts and quickly and eagerly sucked me dry. At this point it felt too intense and I started pulling out, I knew he didn't want it to end because he sucked harder as I withdrew. I sat back up and gathered my senses, I could see a huge pile of cum on the floor in his cubicle. As I looked at it I saw him get to his knees once more and slowly lick the whole lot up. I was simultaneously disgusted by the thought of licking a dirty toilet floor and completely turned on that someone would want my seed so bad they would do that. By this point, all my sexual energy was released and I started feeling ashamed and anxious that someone might have seen me or I would be found out. So I hurriedly cleaned up and left discreetly. Almost ten years on and I still live in the area, it's a place that I must have visited hundreds of times and have shot and swallowed even more loads of cum. Plenty more stories of my gay discoveries in these toilets and elsewhere if you'd like to hear more.