Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2007 12:15:03 +0000
From: funtime danny <funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Danny is horny 3: spunk-crazy man in toilet

Danny is horny 3: Spunk-crazy man in toilet

by

Funtimedanny


Had some quite strong reactions to Danny is Horny 2 -- most people seemed
to get off on it, even those who are don't like that particular scene. As I
said, I don't usually go for pain other than very mild stuff in the heat of
the moment, like when there is the odd slap when you are getting fucked or
the gentle tweak of a nipple, which in my case goes straight to my
dick. But the consensus seemed to be that the one-off experience from a
year ago that I related was more about desire and what people would do
sexually when they were lost in the moment or really strongly
lusting/loving the other person than it was about the pain. I think that is
why so many of you got turned on and said that you thought about it and
wanked to it even quite a while after reading it. Very flattering really
and quite horny for me to hear as it was quite an experience for me and one
that I still masturbate to sometimes, even though I have mixed feelings
about it.

When I first decided to write something for Nifty a few days ago, it was
because my encounter with Steve and the straight guy at the station was
unusually horny for me and it felt worth writing down. I decided after that
and the reaction that I probably not write about run of the mill encounters
when cruising or cottaging etc. But thought I would share this somewhat
brief experience that happened earlier today as it was a bit unusual,
though quite quick. Let me know on Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk if you think
it is worth recounting such experiences in the future. By the way, I am
sorry, but when Danny is horny 2 first went up on Nifty, the email address
at the end of the piece was wrong (although the one at the beginning was
right), so apologies if anyone tried to contact me and got no reply. It has
now been corrected.

I don't know if I mentioned in my earlier submissions that I am a long
distance runner. I run in road races 4 or 5 times a month. Some of them are
large events, some quite small, more local ones with only 2-3 hundred
runners. Most times I run with my partner, but sometimes work commitments
prevent him from running with me.  Today, I was on my own. It was a short
run -- just 10k (6.25miles). After a long run, like a half marathon or
something, I tend to feel quite tired after, but when it is a short run
like this, I often feel energised and often really horny afterwards. Some
of the best sex my partner and I have is when we pull over after a shorter
run and fuck ourselves silly in the back seat.

Often at smaller races like today there are no shower facilities and even
if there are, most people don't bother and drive straight home and shower
and change in comfort there. Today, however, the start and finish was at a
school where there were facilities and as it was further away than usual,
about 90 mins drive, I decided to shower and get changed.

In the changing room there were about a dozen guys. The communal showers
with six nozzles were through a short passage. It is ages since I have been
in a communal shower -- generally nowadays in gyms and things there are
individual cubicles. I couldn't help feel the stirring of anticipation in
my dick, but tried hard not to think about anything, as I didn't want a
hard-on to embarrass me. There were four pretty toned guys in the showers
when I got there, as runners tend to have fairly good bodies. I tried not
to stare. There was a bit of banter about the race. I couldn't help glance
at the others occasionally while I showered and I noticed that one of the
other lads was also stealing a glance occasionally at the mid sections of
the other guys, but we didn't make eye contact. He was cute though, a
little short, about 5 foot ten, short light brown wavy hair, slim but not
skinny with a bubble bum to die for. I lingered a bit and soon there were
three of us left. The cute guy I had noticed and one other, who was quite a
contrast -- tall, dark skinned, black hair and well built. My cock began to
semi-harden -- I had not had a shower scene with anyone in years and it is
a sort of standard fantasy if you know what I mean. I washed around my
crotch to try and hide the emerging hard on, but of course rubbing in that
area was a bit counter-productive!  Not the guy I had noticed checking out
the other lads, but the other, taller dark-haired guy caught my eye at one
point and casually, but obviously deliberately, flicked his cock towards me
a couple of time. But I wasn't sure. I think he was a straight guy, but one
who quite liked the attention he thought I was giving him. Anyway, as this
is not a story but real life, reality kicked in -- it wasn't safe to start
anything and eventually the shorter bubble butt guy who had been checking
people out left and so did I as a couple more lads entered the shower.

In the changing room I did risk smiling at the bubble-butt guy who had been
checking out the others as we towelled off and he did smile shyly
back. There is something about a shy smile that really makes my heart
flip. But we glanced away quickly and continued to change. I was now very
hard and horny and I thought, what the hell, I would go to the toilets and
see if he followed and if not maybe have a good wank anyway thinking about
what might have happened in the shower. The toilets smelt of drains though,
so I didn't linger very long. As I returned to the changing room, my bubble
butt friend was just approaching the passage to the toilet. When he saw me
coming out he sort of arced around and left. Bugger my timing was all
wrong.  If I had waited a bit longer in the toilets perhaps something would
have happened.

I drove out of the car park wishing my partner was with me and we could
have some fun to relieve the hard on that I had become really
self-conscious about. It wouldn't go down and it was my tenting my loose
trousers. As I stopped to join the main road, I noticed, standing at a bus
stop, Mr. Bubble butt. I geared myself up to offer him a lift, but before I
could turn into the road the bus came and he got on. What a bummer. I
decided it would be foolish to try and follow the bus. Sometimes I really
wish life could be more like fiction.

My hard on went down a bit, but I was still semi hard and had a background
sexual arousement, even though I was concentrating mainly on driving and
listening to the radio. So I decided to stop at a service area on the
motorway where I have stopped a few times before and once or twice found
someone to have a wank with.

At this service station there are six cubicles along one wall and between
the second and third from last, which are a bit away from anything else,
there is a peephole between the cubicles. Both of them were occupied. There
was no one else there so I went to the washbasins and loitered. Eventually
I heard the chain go and someone came out. He was grinning and he glanced
at me. We both knew what I was going to do if I went in to the cubicle he
had just left. I did.

I unzipped my trousers and pants, dropped them to my ankles and sat down.
After a couple of minutes of gently stroking there had been no sign of the
guy next to me looking through the peep hole so I took a look through. At
first I couldn't see him.  Then I noticed his bare back below me -- and his
clothes piled up on the cistern. He was naked!

I bent down and looked under the partition. He was half lying on his front
with his arm stretched under the partition on the other side, obviously
playing with whoever was in there. I could see his arse only a foot from me
facing me invitingly.  I started to stroke myself looking at his nice,
slightly hairy arse. After a while I heard a half sigh, half groanfrom
beyond the other partition. The lucky bugger had obviously got off.  The
guy in the cubicle next to me got up.

I did too and peeped through. He was rubbing his hand over his body, which
was glistening slightly. Then he started stroking his dick. It wasn't a
very big spy hole and suddenly he moved his eye to it. I sat back and
wanked my cock for him, turned on that he was watching. Then I saw two
knees appear below the partition and his hand came through. I crouched down
and directed his hand on to my cock. He started stroking it slowly. I was
so horny by now that I was quickly close to spunking a load.  Just before I
got to the point of no return, he moved his hand under my balls and felt
around my arse for a moment and then returned to wanking my cock. I could
feel the sensations of spunking quickly beginning to rise in me, so pulled
back. I always think it's impolite just to shoot a load in these situations
without helping get the other guy off too. So after pulling back I knelt
and put my hand through. His cock was slimy and thick and hard. I pulled on
it only a couple of times when he pulled back and sat up again. I was a bit
disappointed. Maybe he had cum and that was what I could feel lubing his
cock. I sat back up on the toilet and decided to finish myself off. But
then his hand came under the partition and passed me a piece of toilet
paper.  Scribbled on it was, 'cum in my hand please'.

At one level, wanking off into someone's hand felt a bit of a waste. But it
also seemed incredibly horny at a basic instinctive level. Here was a guy
who really wanted my seed. Anyway, I was so horned up after the running,
the shower scene and so on that I thought I would. His hand came through,
palm up and I knelt in front of it so I could see through the peephole and
also aim my cock at his hand. I could see he was beating himself off
rapidly, his cock looked really horny and there was something a bit dirty
and sexy about the situation so I started to go for it too. My cock was at
its hardest and I felt proud of it, so I pulled his hand through a bit
further and let him feel me. I saw he started beating himself off even
faster. I let his hand drop back and went back to masturbating, aiming the
tip of my cock at his upturned palm. After only a short time, I felt that
intense pleasure at the end of my dick, it expanded and throbbed that bit
more in my hand, I slowed the rate at which I was stroking so I could aim
better, pulled back on the foreskin one more time, paused as the muscles in
my groin all tensed and shot one of my biggest loads into his hand. I was
panting after I filled up his palm so full that a couple of strands of my
thick sperm were dripping over between his fingers. I closed my eyes for a
moment. When I came down off my high, I looked in the peephole and saw he
was sitting back on the toilet smearing my spunk over his face and licking
his hand. Then he was running it over his chest.  It looked an awful lot
and I felt quite stud-like and pleased with myself! He was still hard and
obviously had not cum himself.

I hadn't quite judged things right and a huge drip of spunk fell from my
cock onto the front of my jeans. They were black and I knew they would be
stained. Shit. I squeezed my cock and made sure the last drop of cum was
out of my dick and on my fingers. I tasted it as I pulled up my pants and
trousers. Not bad, I thought and it gave me a bit of a thrill thinking of
him tasting the same. Somehow, to my surprise, the whole thing seemed
hornier than if he had just swallowed it in a blowjob.

Fortunately the basin area was empty when I left the cubicle, so I had a
bit of a chance to wash out the small spunk stain on the front of my jeans
as best I could.

As my partner was at work I had no reason to rush back and I suddenly felt
quite tired, so decided to take it easy. I had a long lunch in the service
station cafeteria and a couple of coffees to wake up for the drive back. I
needed a piss after the coffee and went back to the toilets on my way
out. I noticed that the cubicle I was in earlier was vacant, but the one
that had been occupied by the guy I now thought of as the 'spunk- crazy
guy' was still occupied. I couldn't resist going in. I needed to piss
anyway and took a long piss standing at the toilet bowl. I noticed an eye
come to the peephole and watch me piss. So I kept my cock out of my flies
and sat down. I didn't really feel ready for another wank yet, but thought
I would show this guy a couple of strokes.  Within a few seconds a hand
appeared with some toilet paper, 'cum in my hand again please'. Jesus, this
same guy must have been in there for well over an hour.  I wrote on the
toilet paper that I was sorry but wasn't ready for any more and passed it
back.

I looked through the peephole carefully at his body. I focused more on the
glistening I had seen before. Not sure if it was my imagination or real,
but it looked to me like there was dried spunk and patches of more recent
spunk all over his face and upper chest -- I couldn't see below that the
way he was positioned.

I felt quite horny all the rest of the way home thinking of all the
different loads of spunk he had been tasting and rubbing into himself as he
wanked.

Let me know whether or not thinking of this makes you horny too and whether
it's worth me recording these sorts of experiences or whether better to
stick to more major encounters.

Thanks
Danny
Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk