Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 14:51:26 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Waiting Game

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

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.

The Waiting Game

After the death of my parents, my Great Aunt and Uncle
came to look after me and very generously agreed that
they would live in the house where I grew up so that I
could be with my friends, rather than have me go to
live with them in a place where I knew nobody. In
return, I agreed that I would spend some of my
half-term holidays at their old home so that they
could have a helping hand with maintenance jobs in the
garden and around the house. The work was not onerous
and during one particular week, I got plenty of time
to explore the local area on my bicycle.

I got to meet some of the local people of around my
age but always felt a bit of an outsider because I
went away to boarding school and only visited the area
relatively infrequently. I was included in a number of
events when I was there but I never got to know any of
the teenagers particularly well. There were a couple
of people that I would have liked to get to know
better, but opportunities were not very easy to come
by.

On this particular day, it was a cold, clear crisp
February morning and none of the locals were around,
so I decided to go a bit further than I usually did on
my bike and explore some of the more remote areas of
the district. I left the main part of the town behind
and rode out into the more isolated parts where there
were largely agricultural enterprises, along with a
coastal path that led along the side of the sand
dunes. There appeared to be little sign of life up
there apart from seabirds and the odd rabbit, but I
knew that the next village was not that far away so
decided to press on.

As the coastal path would towards the other village
and the dunes were replaced by a scattering of houses,
I noticed a smaller track running off to one side and
decided to explore further. The path seemed to go
nowhere but eventually it broadened out into a small
park. By now I was ready for a rest and a walk, so I
parked my bike and went to find out what the park had
to offer. Maybe it was the cold weather but the first
thing I felt I needed was to do was to relieve myself
and I was pleased to note that tucked away in a far
corner was a small white painted building that was
obviously a toilet.

I entered the building intent on just having a piss
although the prospect of a new toilet with its
potential graffiti added to its allure. Once inside I
discovered that it was relatively small, just two
cubicles and a urinal that could only comfortably
accommodate two people at any one time. Although the
place was empty, I decided to go into the first
cubicle, do what I needed to do and spent a few
minutes reading and no doubt wanking as well! As soon
as I had closed the door I felt a wave of
disappointment pass over me, the walls were newly
painted and there was not a speck of stimulating
material to be seen! That appeared to be the end of my
adventure, so I peed into the bowl, flushed the toilet
and came out again. Expecting that there would be very
little difference in the other cubicle, I decided,
nevertheless, to have a quick look.

The second cubicle was also newly painted but there
were a couple of drawings and some writing on one of
the walls. I decided that it was worth a look. The
drawings depicted a giant cock, lovingly and
accurately drawn and a picture, rather less accurate,
of a couple having oral sex. There were also two
pieces of writing. The first was a simple announcement
that `Tom' had wanked there a few days earlier, but
the second was in the form of the table. Above the not
very well drawn lines of the table was the legend
`WANKING CLUB' and an invitation to people to fill in
details about themselves such as their name, their
age, whether circumcised, interests and so forth.

The table contained two names. The first read `Tom,
19, no, wanking and sucking and meeting people about
my age' and the second read `Dave, 34, no, oral and
fucking, make date.' I decided to add my name to the
list and after I had dug around in my pockets and
found something to write with, I wrote, `Steve, 17,
yes, love sucking and being sucked'. I then took out
my prick and, as I fantasised about meeting either
`Tom' or `Dave' or possibly even both, I wanked my
hard shaft and sprayed my ball cream onto the walls of
the cubicle. I pulled the chain, opened the door and
came out of the cubicle and saw that the place was
still deserted, so I walked back to my bike and rode
home, determined to re-visit the place very soon.

The following day was nasty, cold and wet and my Great
Aunt and Uncle had a number of jobs for me to do
inside the house, which I gladly undertook. Working
indoors was cosy although my thoughts kept straying to
the park and the toilets. I doubted very much that
anyone would go there when the weather was so cold and
wet but the thought that they might did make me feel
excited. I had to scurry a couple of times to the
bathroom but not too often, otherwise I might arouse
either concern or suspicion. Later that day, My Great
Uncle took me into the next village by as he wanted to
visit one of the shops there and said that I was
needed to help him carry the stuff that he bought. It
was a bit frustrating being so close to the toilets
and yet not really able to visit them, but again I
comforted myself with the view that it was unlikely
anyone would have visited them on such a day. When I
had loaded the car with various packages, my Great
uncle said that he was going to the barbers and
suggested that, as I did not need a haircut, I might
find something to fill my time for about half an hour.
Surprised and delighted by this turn of events, I
happily agreed.

It took me a moment or two to orientate myself, but it
was not long before I was walking quickly in the
direction of the park I had visited the day before. I
went straight to the toilets and went inside, but
again it was deserted. It was much darker than the day
before although there was still enough light to see,
so I went into the cubicle with the graffiti and saw
immediately that there was more writing close to the
table! My heart missed a beat as I saw that someone
had written something close to my entry. I strained
hard to read it in the dull light and my cock grew
hard as I deciphered the words,

"Love to meet you, very soon. Could you be here
lunchtime tomorrow or the day after? Tom xx"

I realised I had missed the date for the present day
but would strain every muscle to be there the
following day and so I scribbled `yes' by the side of
the message, took out my dick, wanked and shot a load
over the wall before flushing and leaving. It was only
after I had begun the walk back to where my Great
Uncle's car was parked that the thought struck me that
I did not really know what time `lunchtime' was.

Fortunately the next day was again bright and clear
and there were no jobs to do about the house. I told
my guardians that I was meeting friends in town at
lunchtime so would not be in until late afternoon. My
elderly relations seemed pleased at the news and
smiled encouragingly at my news. I dressed carefully
for my date, choosing a tight pair of jeans that
showed off my assets to maximum advantage and a warm
woollen jersey and windbreaker jacket that would keep
me warm while out on my bike. I think my Great Aunt
and Uncle thought that, as I looked so nice and
handsome I must be meeting a girl!

I left quite early and rode off towards the
neighbouring town and arrived at my destination some
time before I imagined anyone would be having their
lunch break. I parked my bike carefully and out of
sight and then walked the relatively short distance
back to the park. I was a bit unsure what I would do
when I got there but decided to go first to the toilet
to see if there were any other messages and then find
a place to wait and watch. The place was, as I
expected, deserted, but that did not matter. I went
straight to the cubicle and realised that there was
more writing there. By my scribbled one word reply,
`Tom' had written `great. See you here then! xx'.

Again, I was uncertain what to do but decided that I
would sit on the toilet seat for a short while and
wait in case Tom arrived in the next few minutes. I
unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my underpants
down to my knees and released my half-hard cock. The
seat was cold to the bare skin of my buttocks and I
decided that I would not stay very long and would soon
get dressed and either go and stand at the urinal or
find somewhere nearby to wait. After a while when
nothing happened, I re-dressed and went to the urinal
but again felt cold and foolish standing alone
fondling my dick. I went outside and saw that there
was a good place to stand and observe the toilet
entrance without necessarily being obvious to other
people. I glanced at my watch and saw that the time
was now well after twelve noon. My first feelings of
doubt began to form in my mind as I realised that
maybe nobody would turn up.

It was not long before I was getting hungry as well as
cold but did not want to miss `Tom' if he came while I
was away from the park searching out a sandwich. I
stuck it out and waited. I heard the Church clock
strike one and still no sign of life. I had been there
well over an hour and decided to go back inside the
toilet where at least it was marginally warmer and I
could always wank off if nobody turned up at all. I
went back inside and took up position in the cubicle,
although this time I merely unzipped my jeans and
played with my cock without removing any of my clothes
or exposing my skin to the coldness of the seat. Time
passed and my doubts increased with every second. I
had to make a decision about how much longer I would
wait.

I decided on the same tactic as last time and went to
the urinal and stood there for a while in the
otherwise empty toilet. When I heard the clock strike
two, I made up my mind. I zipped up my jeans and,
thoroughly disheartened, made my way outside and began
walking towards the park gates and back to my bike. I
was on the road back into town when I saw a
fair-haired young man walking very fast in the other
direction and realised that he was heading for the
park. I did not try to catch his eye but thought that
from what I saw of him he was the right age for `Tom'
and was pretty good looking. I got to the corner of
the road and gave a cursory look back over my shoulder
as I prepared to make my turn and was just in time to
see the teenager disappear into the park. I turned on
my heels and followed as quickly as I could.

`Tom' if that was who it was, had already disappeared
and I walked as fast as I could to the toilets. My
fair-haired date was standing at the urinal pretending
to piss and I boldly walked up and stood beside him.
`Tom' looked at me and said,

"Steve?"

I nodded and he grinned and then said,

"Sorry if you thought I was stringing you along but my
boss took longer over his lunch and I couldn't get
away. Still you're here, that's the main thing. I
haven't got much time so let's not waste any more."

I nodded again and he pointed to the cubicle and,
without putting his rock hard cock away, walked inside
and beckoned for me to follow. `Tom' sat on the seat
and reached out and took hold of my jean zip and
slowly and sensuously undid it before lowering them to
my knees. Next he gently fondled my obviously hard
dick through my underwear before sliding his hand up
the leg opening and giving my balls a gentle squeeze.
Just before he released my prick from the confines of
my Y-fronts, `Tom' reached past me and made sure that
the door was firmly close and then as he moved back he
quickly pulled my underwear down to my knees leaving
my teenage hard-on fully exposed.

`Tom' stood up and indicated that he wanted me to
undress him and feel his obvious bulge and I was more
than happy to oblige. I gently rolled the bit of
foreskin that still covered a small part of his glans
off head so that it was fully exposed. As I did so I
noticed that, like me, his piss slit was already
filling with pre-cum. I let the clear, sticky liquid
cover my fingers of one hand and then I gently spread
it across the sensitive glans. At the same time I
wanked the silky soft skin of the teenager's shaft
with the other, forcing more pre-cum to flow out in
the process. I noticed that `Tom' had a glazed look in
his eyes as he was obviously enjoying my manual
activity, but suddenly he pulled himself away from me
and whispered,

"Don't bring me off just yet. I want to suck you
first!"

`Tom' sat back down on the toilet seat and gently drew
my dripping dick back towards his lips. He guided me
towards his mouth and stuck out his tongue, which
lapped at my pre-cum drooling piss slip. I gave an
appreciative sigh of pleasure as the skilful teenage
mouth worked on my exposed head and `Tom' used his
hand to tease and fondle the underside of my prick
shaft, running his fingers all the way down its length
to my balls. In next to no time, I felt my horny
partner's breath on my pubic hairs and realised that
he had completely engulfed my hard dick inside his
mouth and that the tip was lodged in his eager sucking
throat. Natural instinct took over and I slowly began
to face fuck `Tom' who used his lips and tongue to
increase the stimulation until I knew that I would
soon be delivering my hot teenage ball cream into his
waiting mouth. `Tom' realised that I was very close
and used every trick he knew to encourage me over the
edge and he was most successful. My breathing became
increasingly laboured and eventually I gasped out that
most welcome of words,

"Cumming!!"

A moment later and that thrilling sensation was upon
me and my balls rose, my cock went even more rigid, my
piss slit flared and I shot my spunk copiously into my
sucking partner's mouth and throat. The feeling was so
intense that I had to lean forward and brace myself
against the wall behind the toilet to maintain my
balance. `Tom' took every drop of jizz that I produced
and wasted not a single drop. When eventually I
finished firing, `Tom' licked me clean but I was
forced to withdraw from his oral grasp as my prick
became increasingly sensitive. As soon as it was clear
of his lips, I grinned down at my handsome partner and
mouthed a `thank you' and received a glowing smile of
appreciation in return.

I was conscious that `Tom' had already told me that he
did not have much time and so I was anxious to get to
work on his rampant tool. By the time he had finished
sucking me off, I could see that my teenage partner's
cock was throbbing and slimy with pre-cum and I wanted
to get to work on him as soon as possible. Like most
guys of my age, I quickly recovered from the effects
of my orgasm and was soon ready to start working on my
new friend's hard-on.

I suggested that we change places and that I should
sit on the toilet seat and `Tom' should stand in front
of me. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but we managed
to manoeuvre around each other and I was soon sitting
staring straight at the very large uncut dick. I
reached up and guided it towards my lips and, like
`Tom' had done for me, I stuck out my tongue and
lapped up some of his free flowing pre-cum. I had
already realised that as I was something of a novice
at cock sucking there was no chance that I could get
the whole of the monster dick into my mouth without
gagging. I took hold of `Tom's' cock shaft about a
third of the way down and began to wank it, as I
opened my mouth and took the exposed, slimy glans
between my lips. `Tom' must have realised my problem
as well because he took over wanking his shaft and
just held his cock head on my tongue. He had been
closer to cumming than I thought because t was only a
few seconds later that my horny partner gasped ad then
said quietly,

"Yes!! .. Yes!! .. oh fuck, yes!!!!!!"

I felt the warm creamy spunk land on my tongue and
slide down towards my throat and I greedily swallowed
as fast as I could. Like me, `Tom' leaned forward to
brace himself against the wall as rope after rope of
creamy cum fired into my mouth. I was proud of myself
that I was able to take every drop of his load and
managed not to spill any of it.

As `Tom' softened, he withdrew his dick from my mouth
and, as he recovered his breath, he leaned back
against the wall of the cubicle. As he did so, he
smiled at me and said, quietly,

"Thanks, `Steve', that was great. I hope I can see you
again, if you'd like that."

I did not need a second to make up my mind and nodded
enthusiastically but then whispered in reply,

"What do you think? Of course, I'd love to but I go
back to boarding school at the weekend."

`Tom' took the news well and then replied after a
moment's thought,

"How about this time on Friday, then?"

I nodded my consent and then `Tom' said,

"Well, we better get straight and head off, separately
of course. You go first and I'll see you here at the
same time on Friday. I'll try not to be late this
time!! Thanks for today, hope you enjoyed it as much
as I did."

I grinned broadly and stated the obvious,

"You know I did!! It's I who should be thanking you!!
I can hardly wait until Friday either!!"

We were soon appropriately dressed for the outside and
after we had opened the door carefully, `Tom' stood
back and made room for me to get out of the cubicle.
As I squeezed past him, my horny friend could not
resist giving my now-hidden dick a gentle fondle which
made it instantly harden, but both of us knew there
was no time then to do anything about it.

I walked out of the toilets and picked up speed down
the path to the gate and turned out onto the road. As
I did so, I all but collided with an older man coming
the other way. This guy gave me a friendly smile and a
quizzical look as he passed me by and I was set to
wonder if he was the `Dave' from the toilet wall. My
curiosity was aroused when I noticed him heading
straight towards the park toilets from which `Tom' had
yet to emerge. Time was not on my side and so I had to
abandon the idea of following him to see whether I was
right, abandon it at least for that day, but maybe not
forever.

Two days later, `Tom' and I had our second meeting and
this time I insisted on doing him first and he happily
and readily agreed. Again, time was apparently of the
essence and so we had a repeat of the previous time
but satisfying and stimulating all the same. After we
had finished I looked at `Tom' and said,

"Will you tell me something?"

"Sure," Tom said, "What do you want to know?"

 I pointed to the chart on the wall and asked,

"Have you ever met `Dave' here?"

"No," Tom replied rather too quickly, but I did not
press the matter again.

I accepted the response on face value and left matters
at that. Before we parted, `Tom' and I agreed to meet
next time I was staying in the area and arranged a
means of getting in touch that would be a secret
between us.

As things turned out, it was some time before I next
returned to my Great Aunt and Uncle's house but, full
of enthusiasm, I rode over to the next village and
went straight to the park. Imagine my horror when I
saw that the old toilets had been closed and a
temporary portable toilet put there in its place. This
was the first time, but by no means the last, that I
learned the frustration of toilet sex. I never got to
see `Tom' again, nor did I ever meet `Dave' but the
thrill of meeting people in toilets was embedded into
me that holiday. I came to enjoy the waiting game and
even more the exciting and anonymous encounters that
often followed.



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