Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 03:42:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Potter <dog_and_bone@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loo Boy -- A true story! Part 1

Author - Mark Green UK

Loo Boy -- A true story! Part 1

I had a really great job, I was just 19 and set up
exhibition stands for various scientific companies. If
the exhibition went on for a few days, I would have to
set up the stand, then have a couple of days to kill
before breaking down the stand again.

I had to organise a stand at the Exhibition Centre in
Bournemouth, (South of England), It was about 4 hours
from my home town so it was decided that I would stay
over for a couple of nights. I quite liked this as it
meant that I would stay at the `Grand' and would eat
well and be pampered by the staff for a few days as
well as having cabled soft porn in the room!.

After spending the morning setting up the stand I was
covered in dust and grime and went back to the hotel
for a bath. After, I decided to go explore
Bournemouth. It is a coastal town where other than
exhibitions people go to retire and die, however it
has over the years a growing gay community. I
personally have always been completely heterosexual
but have always had an interest in gay porn and have
become aroused on a number of occasions although never
actually had a real one on one gay experience.

I wandered along the front looking out to sea, it was
a chilly november day and what people were about were
well wrapped up. I stopped off at a pub for a pint, a
large log fire was glowing in the hearth and one pint
turned into three, I wasn't driving so I decided to
make the most of it.

I wandered out into the cold afternoon air, feeling
quite mellow and to be honest a little horny, but not
quite sure what to go looking for. After wandering a
little more I needed to use a public convenience, I
eventually found one it was underground and went down
the steps, there were about 15 urinals and a about 8
cubicles.  I like to look at the erotic scribbles on
the walls, I sat in the loo and read some of the
messages, some arranging meeting times and places,
some really good erotic scribblings. I sat for a while
reading and had a bit of a play with myself. There was
one message that caught my eye, it read "Guy, mid 60's
would like to meet young male for games" it seemed a
friendly message, not too menacing like some of the
others, it then went on to say that he would be here
at 12.00 midday tomorrow wearing a blue jacket and
will stand at the end urinal, I was quite shocked at
becoming quite aroused by this.

I left and went back to my hotel, it was getting dark
and a few of the exhibition guys and women will be
going out for a drink.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about the message
in the toilet but could not decide whether to
investigate or not.

Next day I awoke and went down for breakfast. It was
another cool breezy day and after breakfast I returned
to my room for for a while, took a shower put on my
coat my coat then walked through the marble floored
reception, through the rotating door out into the sea
breeze. It was about 11.00am and I took a steady walk
along the seafront.

I arrived at the public convenience at about 11.50,
and hung about for a couple of minutes, trying to get
the courage to enter, I finally decided to enter as I
actually needed to use the urinal. I stood at the
urinal with my semi hard cock in my hand for about 10
minutes and at about 10.12 I walked up the steps to
the road and seafront and found a bench to sit on for
a while. I had only been there for about 5 minutes
when this old guy in a blue jacket walked confidently
down the steps into the mens toilets...

I didn't even think about it, I followed him down the
steps, he stood urinating at the middle urinal, which
troubled me a little as I was expecting the end
urinal. He looked over his shoulder hearing my
footsteps behind him. I decided to go for it, and went
to the urinal next to his, he shuffled a little, but I
did notice him have a glance at me as I took out my
now semi hard cock. He wasn't too bad looking for an
old guy, I could see the thick stream of urine
splashing into his bowl and could only imagine at that
moment the cock that it was coming from.

I really went for it then, and faced a little toward
him, he looked straight at my cock and I eased back my
foreskin, he gave a little shudder and looked up at
me, he then walked toward a cubicle, I followed
feeling quite nervous.

The door clunked as he locked it behind, this was
amazing, was I actually going to do see his cock, I
then said I'd never done this before and he said it
was OK did I want to do it?, I whispered yes, I then
closed the toilet bowl and sat on it, he told me his
name was George and that he was married.

I thought about asking him back to my hotel room, but
the moment was here and I didn't want to delay it any
more. He stood before me, he had buttoned trousers and
I felt his cock beneath as I undid  them button by
button, I could smell him, his underpants had a damp
spot from where he had just before urinated, I hooked
my finger into his pants and felt his warm cock, it
felt as soft as velvet, and I eased it out. It was
semi hard, and he was uncut, I could see the opening
under the quite loose foreskin and holding it with my
right hand I gently drew back the skin, he shuddered
with delight and I saw him grow before me. It was big,
really big, not so much long but so wide. His helmet
was dark and shiny, and I gently wanked him into my
mouth, he writhed and I tasted his juices entering me,
it was salty, I explored his cock end with my tongue,
quite a sweet taste at the base of his foreskin.

I continued masturbating this wonderous cock for a few
more minutes, and I could tell by his motions he was
about to climax, I didn't speed up I cupped his cock
with my mouth, and continued wanking him until I felt
his abundant juices explode into my waiting mouth, he
came and came, I had no choice but to swallow, I liked
the taste, I looked at his cock and it was still hard
but now shiney with cum, I continued to clean it off
with my mouth, making sure I took every drop.

We talked for a couple of munutes, as he carresed my
crutch through my tight jeans, it was then I asked him
if he would like to come back to my room for some more
play...