Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2002 17:07:43 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: RIGHT TIMES RIGHT PLACES

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist although the events are based loosely on the
experiences of people I know.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

RIGHT PLACES, RIGHT TIMES

I knew almost at once that this was the right place!
It was the place I had been searching for, for the
last seven years. My name is Ian Brown and I'm just
under six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, slim and,
at 22, recently graduated from University. So what was
this place that I had been looking for? Well, it was
my ideal T-room and I had found it just a stone's
throw away from my recently acquired flat! Why had I
been looking for such a place? Well the answer was
that I have been addicted to T-room sex for a number
of years, in fact ever since my first experience when
I was only 15. The reasons were obvious. First there
was that element of the danger and risk of being
caught. Then there was the excitement and the smell.
Third came the different colours, shapes and sizes of
the dicks that I encountered, being in England one
could never be sure if the partner would be cut or
like the majority uncut. Fourth there was always the
unexpected nature and extent of the contact between
the other people and me involved. Finally and above
all there was the anonymity of it all.

On that day in June when I was fifteen I was coming
home from school when fate led me to make a fateful
and wonderful discovery. Unlike most kids I had grown
up in a small village in the country and had been
lucky enough to gain a place in the local grammar
school in the nearby big town. I was the only child
from my village to travel into town and this was quite
an adventure. I was quite an advanced kid and had
experienced hard-ons and erections as well as the odd
dry orgasm before I went to my grammar school. Once
there I had soon picked up the jargon and had become a
devotee of wanking, even though I could not yet
produce any spunk. Alone or sometimes with a few of my
contemporaries I would stroke my small but I thought
rather good looking dick until I felt the familiar
rush as the pleasurable feelings of cumming
overwhelmed me. I noticed early on that unlike my
fellow students at school the head of my dick was not
covered with skin and soon learnt that I was
circumcised or `cut', as some of the more
knowledgeable boys would call it. My `condition'
caused some interest but on the whole what wanking was
done was to oneself although everyone stopped to watch
if and when someone who could produce the creamy white
spunk announced that they were about to shoot. One day
it was my turn to announce that I could produce cum
thus dispelling the rumour that the `condition' of my
dick would prevent me from doing so. A few boys
occasionally asked if they could feel me up but very
few asked to go any further and I felt slightly
disappointed when they did not. I sometime offered to
help my friends out by wanking them off but they
rarely accepted my offer, again to my disappointment.

Because I lived some distance from school I was often
unable to stay for some after school activities,
although I was able to persuade my parents that my
love of cricket should be an exception. I was a good
player and gained a place in the school team. So it
was that on the June evening I was returning home from
school rather later than usual after cricket nets. I
missed the bus that went directly to my village but
another bus which went to the next village over from
us was due to leave ten minutes later. I decided to
catch that one and walk through the Country Park to my
village. It was about a mile walk across the park and
still quite light and I was feeling quite horny so I
decided to pop into the public toilet in the park and
have a wank. I had been in the toilet once before and
the stories on the wall were quite hot and I had
enjoyed reading them. I had promised myself I would go
back again and read so more or better still read some
new ones!

The toilets were quite close to the path I was taking
and so it was not long before I entered the building
and made for the nearest cubicle. I closed and locked
the door and was pleased that although it was getting
a bit late there was still enough good light for me to
read the writing on the walls. I hung my bag and
school coat on the peg behind the door and unzipped my
trousers. I pulled them down and let them slide down
to my ankles. The trousers quickly followed by my
underwear. I was wearing a short shirt, which only
just covered my pubic hair, and so my dick was
hanging, semi-hard below the hemline. I looked down
and the sight of my dick made me feel quite excited.
It looked very sexy sticking out from just under the
hem of my shirt and I grasped it in my hand and began
to slowly wank it to hardness as I read some of the
stories. Very quickly my dick was fully hard and I was
enjoying the stories when I felt something light fall
on my shoulder. At first I thought that something had
dropped from the ceiling - a bit of paint or plaster
but then the object hit my arm and I saw it was a
small piece of paper. It fell to the ground at my feet
and I stopped wanking and bent down to pick it up. On
the paper there was a message and I read it,

"THAT'S TOO NICE A DICK TO BE PLAYED WITH BY ITSELF.
OPEN THE DOOR AND LET'S PLAY TOGETHER."

I was shocked! An unknown person had caught me having
a wank! I wanted to run away but with my trousers and
underpants at my ankles and my jacket and bag hung up
on the door there was no time. I couldn't stay where I
was, as the person would wait for me and I would have
to open the door at some point. There was only one
option and that was to open the door right away and
face whoever it was that had caught me. Slowly, I drew
back the catch and opened the door a crack. A guy of
about twenty was standing outside and he pushed the
door open a bit wider and came right in and joined me.
He indicated that I should re-lock the door and then
carefully removed a small piece of paper and pushed it
into a hole in the wall. I now knew how I had been
caught: the guy had seen me through a hole in the
wall. I was till undressed and my cock although it had
softened after the surprise of discovery was still on
full display. The young guy stood close to me clearly
inviting me to unzip his jeans, which had a large
bulge in the front, which indicated that his dick was
also hard under his clothing. He slipped his hand
round my shaft and pulled my cock gently as I released
his jeans. He was naked underneath and I saw a very
large cock appear. The head was exposed like mine
(although I was to discover he was in fact uncut) and
the shaft was smooth and his balls heavy with cum. The
guy pulled me closer to him and began to wank me and
indicated that I should reciprocate. He pulled my cock
fiercely and I whispered to him that he was hurting me
so he slowed down moved his hand slightly and tried a
different angle. Then he moved even closer so that the
shafts of our two dicks were squashed together and he
wrapped his fingers and his thumb around both our
shafts and took hold of the two together and moved
them up and down slowly. It was nice to feel the hand
of someone else on my dick and also to hold someone
else's dick and feel it pressing against me. However I
was rather anxious as we were in a dangerous place and
might get caught again! The man picked up on my
anxiety and created enough distance between us so that
he could start to wank my dick more easily and
steadily. He spat on his hands to lubricate them and
then mixed his wet hand with my pre-cum to ensure that
he could wank me more effectively. At the same time I
began to wank him and as I did so his foreskin slipped
over his formerly exposed cock head. My new friend
knew what he was doing to me and he was able to mix up
his wank strokes into faster and slower motions. I was
very excited by what was going on and was rather less
experienced, in fact totally inexperienced, and wanted
to bring my fellow wanker off as quickly as possible.
The effect of all this was that within minutes of us
starting our mutual masturbation I had reached the
point of cumming. I was about to say something when
the stranger whispered that he was also about to
shoot. I tried to make it as good as possible for him
and his body began to shake and his cock throbbed
violently and then fired a huge amount of cum out of
his expanded piss slit. The spray of spunk hit the
wall with a splat and then began to slide slowly down
towards the ground. As I had not yet cum the guy
resumed wanking me but I was also very near the point
of no return. I only needed a few more strokes from
his firm hand before my dick was firing my creamy load
forcefully from my dick head. I had never had such an
intense orgasm and I watched as my spunk flew across
the short distance and hit the wall slightly below the
earlier volley. My creamy cum joined that of my
companion's on the same wall and like his it slowly
began to slide down towards the ground.

Although the whole incident had only taken a few
moments, I was anxious to leave as I was concerned
that my parents would ask awkward questions if I was
much later. Reluctantly I started to pull up my
underwear and trousers and my new friend did the same.
When we were both dressed, the older guy slowly opened
the door a crack to check that all was clear. It was!
He motioned for me to leave and as I opened the door
to go he said,

"THANKS, MATE. I HOPE I SEE YOU AGAIN HERE SOMETIME
SOON."

I nodded and left. I did not look back. I hurried home
fortunately not so late that I had to offer much of an
explanation to my parents. I retired to bed early that
night and as I lay awake I thought back over the
incident earlier that evening. My dick began to harden
as I remembered the feel of the other guy's hand on my
shaft and mine on his and the glorious moment when we
both shot our loads. As I thought about the events, my
hand took over and the demands of my dick for further
hand relief became more urgent and I brought myself
off for a second amazing climax, cleaning the spunk
off my chest and stomach with my faithful sock. One
thing was for sure. I had loved the experience I had
just had in the toilets and I could not wait to have
another meeting with the mystery guy or, indeed, with
someone else!

As things turned out I never did see the guy again,
nor did I have much opportunity to try another toilet
experience for a few weeks. On the other hand, when my
next experience did occur it was worth waiting for!!
It happened during the summer holidays and I had gone
into the nearby town to do some shopping. As I walked
around the town I decided to check out one of the
public toilets see if anything was happening, maybe
read some good stories and have a slow sensuous wank.
I rounded the corner to the place where it was and was
disappointed to see that it was closed but there was a
sign indicating that there were temporary toilets a
short distance away. I walked slowly in the direction
indicated unsure of what to expect. In front of me was
a small metal cabin like structure with three steps
leading up to its door. I climbed inside the building
and saw that there were two cubicles and a urinal. One
cubicle was occupied but the rest of the place was
deserted. I decided to take the risk and entered the
empty cubicle. I locked the door and carefully
unzipped my jeans and allowed them to fall to the
floor before sitting on the toilet seat. I immediately
noticed that there was quite a large hole in the
partition between the two cubicles. However it was
annoyingly covered over by a piece of paper that had
been attached to the wall of the other cubicle. There
was a small gap but from my angle I could not see
through it to make contact with the guy next door. I
sat for a few moments and listened but could hear no
sound from the other side of the partition. It soon
became clear that neither of us was in the toilet for
the normal purpose. I noticed that from time to time
the person next door was trying to look into my
cubicle so I decided to lean forward and look into
his. Just then we coincided and our eyes met. I stood
up and gave my next door neighbour a full frontal view
of my erect prick, then sat back down again. The guy
next door quickly removed the paper covering and I was
treated to a full frontal of his equally hard cock. I
could see that the guy was about my age or slightly
older so I stood up and he knelt down and I began to
slowly wank my prick squeezing some pre-cum from the
piss slit and spreading it onto my exposed head. My
neighbour watched this through the hole then he stood
up and I looked through and saw that he had rolled
back his foreskin and was wanking his cock as well. It
was quite a nice size and the redness of his exposed
glans was in sharp contrast to the paleness of his
foreskin and the rest of his shaft. I took a good look
before he knelt down again and pushed a piece of paper
on which he had written,

"PUSH YOUR DICK THROUGH THE HOLE, LET ME FEEL IT."

I stood up and turned to face the hole with my prick
sticking out in front of me. I moved towards the hole
holding my shaft near my balls and began feeding my
prick through the hole as far as I could get it. I
felt the hand of the stranger next door take hold of
my prick. With his fingers the guy squeezed my silky
prick head and caressed my shaft, milking more drops
of clear pre-cum from it. Then I felt something
strange and different make contact with my prick. At
first I was not sure what it was but then I realised
that the guy next door was kissing my prick!! After a
short while the guy licked the length of my shaft with
his tongue and I nearly screamed with pleasure but
restrained myself when I remembered where I was. In no
time the head and much of the shaft of my rampant
prick was entering the guy's mouth. He expertly licked
and teased my piss slit and velvety skin with his
tongue and I wished the hole was bigger and I could
have got all of it and my balls through onto his side
of the dividing wall. I was just thinking that I was
receiving such pleasure from what was being done to me
that I could not imagine anything could be better when
he began to move his lips back and forth on my shaft,
wanking me with his lips. It felt amazing and exciting
and I was soon reaching the point of no return. My
shaft was throbbing, my balls tingled with the special
feeling one gets as they prepare to discharge their
pent up spunk. I did not know what to do and I
struggled to pull my dick from the guy's mouth. I did
not want to fill his mouth with my cum! My sucking
neighbour realised what was happening and was equally
determined to keep his mouth where it was. Needless to
say the other guy won the struggle and continued to
suck on my now almost uncontrollable dick. I let out a
stifled grunt when, in a matter of moments later, my
prick was unleashing a load of my spunk into his
mouth. The guy took all I had to offer and to my
amazement swallowed it and milked me dry of all the
last dribbles of cum. He even licked my head and shaft
clean before he allowed me to remove it back through
the hole. As my prick slowly returned back to my side
of the hole, my neighbour's own cock followed it. I
was not yet ready to suck his cock or indeed anyone
else's so I played with it with my hand. It was very
wet with pre-cum and the skin had rolled back off most
of the head of the cock. Once the cock was through the
hole I pulled the skin right off the head and wanked
the shaft. I varied the speed to try to make the
pleasure last as long as possible for the guy. I
pointed the head straight at me so that when he did
cum he would cover me with his load. I gripped the
cock firmly and began a very rhythmical wanking. It
was not long before I could hear the guy next door
starting to breathe hard. I knew he was going to cum
and so I tried to slow my strokes and play with the
sensitive parts of his cock just under the head. His
cock was now red and angry and his piss slit was
widening as his orgasm began to take over. As the
first spray came flying out of his slit I suddenly and
impulsively put out my tongue and caught some of his
spunk on it. It did not taste as bad as I had expected
and I swallowed what I had caught but the remaining
cum either hit my neck or fell onto the floor. When he
had finished cumming he pulled his now sensitive cock
back through the hole and looked at my cum covered
face. He smiled at me as he cleaned his cock with
tissues and rolled back the protective skin over the
head. I also sat back against the far wall exhausted
and reached up to get some tissues to wipe my face
clean. My next door neighbour kept looking and smiling
at me for some minutes but eventually rose to his feet
and pushed another note through the hole, this time it
read,

"YOUR FIRST SUCK OFF I GUESS? NEVER WITHDRAW UNLESS
THE OTHER GUY WANTS YOU TO. THANKS ANYWAY AND THANKS
FOR DOING ME IN RETURN. I'M OFTEN HERE. LOOK OUT FOR
ME."

Then the guy next door stood up fully dressed and left
his cubicle. After he had gone I quickly covered the
hole over from my side, got dressed and left the
toilet as well. When I emerged there was no sign of my
neighbour. However I was determined to go back there
again and the second time I would suck him off as
well! And I did!!

Those two incidents set in motion a chain of events
that led me to become a real lover of seedy toilet
sex. I had continued my career of exploration of glory
hole and T-room sex at Sixth Form College. Later still
at University I gained even more toilet and glory hole
experiences. I preferred the seclusion and anonymity
of toilet sex to other forms of more overt activity. I
did not exactly want to come out. Sometimes it was a
quick fumble and a wank in a urinal but most often it
was through a glory hole. In very safe places I would
join my fellow sex partner in a cubicle and even on
one occasion enjoyed watching and being watched by
others. Over the years I gradually widened and varied
my experience to the extent that I even fucked a guy
through a glory hole whilst at University. We did it
in the library toilets one lazy Sunday afternoon. I
was studying for an essay that had to be handed in the
following day and I had delayed writing until the last
minute. I had the main thrust of what I wanted to say
well-organised but needed some final quotes to include
in the conclusion. After finding the books I needed I
went to my favourite haunt and settled down to finish
my preparations. It was not very exciting and I
thought I would take a break and visit my favourite
toilet in the Library. It was a quiet out-of-the-way
T-room on the third floor, used by either staff or
those interested in a quick wank or mutual
masturbation session. I got up and went towards the
door only to find it closed and a notice saying that
it was being refurbished. Annoyed, I went downstairs
to the main lobby and then down the steps that led
into the larger toilets in the basement. The room was
empty except for one cubicle that was occupied. I took
my usual route and entered the one adjacent to it. I
had forgotten that there was a good glory hole in
these toilets and the guy in the next door cubicle had
not covered it up so with luck I could see what he was
up to. The guy was slouched on the toilet seat and was
playing with his dick It was a short neatly
circumcised prick, ideal for sucking. I started to
play with my own dick and he soon realised that I was
interested in some fun. He stood up and I indicated
that he should push his hard-on through the hole.
Fortunately there was a gap between the bottom of the
wall and the floor and he could push right up flat
against the partition and most of his cock came
through the hole. I licked and slurped on the exposed
head and lapped up the pre-cum as I wanked the shaft.
He must have been well on the way to cumming before I
even got to suck him because in a few moments I felt
his cock head twitch and the creamy product of his
balls splashed onto my face and lips. I swallowed as
much as I could but quite a bit fell straight onto the
floor of my side of the toilet. When he had finished
cumming the guy withdrew his dick from the hole and
indicated that I should push mine through to his side.
As I did so he reached out with his hand and held it
straight and then I felt him guide the exposed head of
my prick towards the entrance to his arse hole. He
swiftly impaled as much of my prick onto his willing
hole and then proceeded to fuck backwards and forwards
onto it. I pushed forward to meet his thrusts and soon
we were banging against the partition with every
stroke. The guy did not seem to care if we were heard
or caught but I was more anxious. I wanted to cum and
cum quickly and willed myself to unleash my load into
him. My balls went tight and I knew I would soon
unload into him. My shaft throbbed and twitched as my
spunk filled his deepest recesses. Slowly the hardness
left my dick and it began to slip out and I pulled it
back into my side of the partition. Looking back the
whole incident was over quite quickly, mainly due to
my anxiety, lack of experience and technique and the
fact that when I sucked him my partner had been
equally quick to cum. I never knew who he was as I got
straight and left the toilet as quickly as I could
after we had both cum. However what I could say was
that my mystery partner was no virgin!

And now, just after my graduation I have been luck
enough to acquire a job and a flat. From my windows I
have a beautiful view over the cliff tops and out to
see and if I am so minded I can walk along the cliffs
to the nearest pub about two hundred yards away. Not
only that but the flat is within a stone's throw of
the best T-room I had ever seen. Why is it so good?
Well the first reason is that it is away from busy
roads although there is a small car park close by
giving access to the cliff path that the toilets were
designed to serve. This means that the people who go
into the T-room do so for one of two reasons - a call
of nature or a desire for sex. Secondly inside the
toilet there are three cubicles in the middle of the
floor with a trough urinal on either side of them.
There are holes to look down the troughs to see if
anyone is standing and flashing a nice hard dick. This
is made easier because there are no modesty partitions
along the trough. Thirdly the centre cubicle of the
three has a large hole between it and one of the other
cubicles and a smaller hole between it and the one on
the other side. In time I plan to make them both the
same size!! Although I cannot directly see the toilet
entrance from my flat I can observe anyone going in
that direction past my flat or walking along the cliff
path and if I like the look of them and they don't
reappear after a few minutes I can always go and
investigate. I've only been here a day or so and so
nothing much has happened but if it does I'll
certainly let you know.

THE END

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