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A Horny Day in Brighton

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The only male to male contact in my life.

 

It was late afternoon on a summer day about ten years ago. I was driving through Brighton on the south coast of England, and decided to stop and have a walk, stretch my legs; you know what I mean. I pulled up on the seafront and got out of the car.


I walked along the seafront enjoying the late sun, and felt a bit horny as one does. I hadn't had sex or a wank for a few days. I then felt like a pee and saw a gents room coming up. It was one of those that went downstairs into the ground. I walked down the steps, followed suddenly by a scruffy-looking guy who was probably in his thirties. I decided to go into a cubicle, although I only wanted a pee; I thought it would be more private. Strangely enough, the guy who had followed me in went into the cubicle on my right. I didn't think anything of it.


I pulled my trousers and briefs down and sat on the toilet. I was having horny thoughts, and my cock was semi-hard. I gently played with my cock whilst thinking of some women I had seen earlier in the day. Just then something on my right caught my eye. The floor of the cubicle which the scruffy fellow had entered was wet, and I could see the reflection in this wetness of him wanking his cock. Although I couldn`t see clearly, it was enough for me to realise what he was doing - the same as me!


Whilst I have never had any gay thoughts in my life, this immediately turned me on. I watched his reflection intently and decided I would try and let him see me, as my floor was wet, too. I leaned forward on the toilet and leaned over towards his cubicle so he could see me more clearly. I started pumping my cock properly; it was very hard now.


I carried on wanking but his reflection seemed to disappear even though I never heard him unlock his door. Just then I heard a rustling sound above me. I looked up to my right, and I was staggered to see the scruffy guy had stood on the toilet and was looking over the partition wall at me. I didn`t say anything but carried on wanking, and in fact turned round slightly, giving him a better view of my cock. I looked up again, and from his shoulder movement I could tell he was still pulling on his cock. He said 'Nice cock'; I just smiled.


I don`t know what came over me but I stood up and turned towards this total stranger looking down on me, wanking furiously, and I spurted the biggest load of cum into the toilet, getting some on the seat and on the floor. He grunted and gasped, obviously cumming himself. He disappeared from view, and I heard the cubicle door go. I never saw him again.


I was shaking after this experience, wondering how it had happened. I have never told anyone to this day and, despite a very active hetero sex life, I find myself with a hard cock writing this story. I hope you enjoyed it.

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