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Utopia by AnonymousI went into a public toilet the other week. I'd just about finished my peewhen a bloke about mid-forties came in and stood beside me at the trough.As I was shaking the drops off, he quite overtly looked down and took along look at my cock. I shot a look at his, and I was pleasantly surprisedto see that it was quite thick, and semi-erect, and he was slowly fondlingit. The sight of him doing this made my cock begin to swell, and soon wewere both standing there openly fondling our growing schlongs. Our eyes metfor a moment, then we both resumed watching what the other was doing. Hiswas uncut, and about three-quarters erect by this, and I'd say it waseasily eight inches long. I got really turned at the sight of it. The skinwasn't fully retracted from the head, but it was nonetheless a beautifullooking cock. As I was wondering if I'd be able to touch it, he sidled upto me and slowly reached his hand out and began to feel my by now nearlyerect prick. My hand went out and similarly began to stroke his. I heftedits weight in my hand, and fondled it, and felt my own cock harden further.He had a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, then undid hisfly and let the top of his pants fall to halfway down his thighs. He spreadhis knees and turned towards me, displaying his by now ragingly stiff prickwith his balls hanging beneath it. We both spat on our hands and began tojack ourselves off - each doing it for the other to watch. We were boththrusting our groins forward, and our cocks upwards, as we luxuriouslyshared the exquisite sensations of stroking our slippery hands up and downthe spit-slick shafts of our throbbing stalks. Then suddenly there was thesound of a car door slamming outside and almost before I knew it he hadzipped up and was gone. Not a word had been said. As I drove home I was still horny from the encounter, and I wondered howfar it might have gone and what more might have happened if we'd remainedundisturbed. I recognised that the experience had been compromised by the furtiveness that comes with secretive shenanigans in public places, andanyway the ambience of a public toilet is not something that I findparticularly conducive to unbridled sex play. But I sure would have likedthe chance to play around more with that superb prick that he had,especially in a relaxed atmosphere.I began to reflect on what the situation might have been if we lived in asociety that encouraged the unbridled enjoyment of sex in all of its forms,rather than a society that appears hell-bent on denying everyone all but avery narrow range of acceptable sexual practices. After all, what waswrong, really, with what we did? What would be wrong with anything likethat so long as it was consensual, and the participants took obvious healthprecautions? What if the majority are dead wrong in thinking that theintimate experience we two utter strangers shared is a despicable activity?It didn't FEEL like a bad thing to do.My cock began to swell again in my pants as I fantasised a utopian scenarioof how the encounter might have gone in a truly sexually liberated society.The fantasy went something like this: I go into a public toilet to take a leak. The toilet has a trough to peeinto, and a cubicle with a toilet, then at the end there is another spacewhere you could go if you wanted to explore some sort of casual sex playwith another visitor to the toilet block. I take my piss, and by the timeI've finished my cock is half-hard from thinking about what I might do withsomeone similarly-inclined. I walk to the sex space at the end of the row,and peer in, and there is the middle-aged bloke standing facing the doorsliding his hand slowly up and down his huge, slippery and glistening cock.The foreskin is retracted and the head of his prick is red, tight, andengorged, as it appears and disappears in the tube he has made from hispalm and fingers. My cock springs to life at the sight of this, so I goin, unzipping my fly in the process. I pull my cock and my balls out andbegin to fondle them as I stroke my cock, watching in fascination as hepulls on his long, thick tool - watching him carefully scoop up any pre-cumand use it as lube for his shaft. Then the car door slams outside. Neither of us takes any notice of it, andshortly after another guy - about mid-fifties - comes up to the sex spaceand looks in to see what's going down. When he sees our cocks out heimmediately joins us and gets his out as well. So there are the three ofus, just standing around pulling ourselves and enjoying the sight of theothers doing it. No compulsion to go further, no secretiveness, nofurtiveness - just a cheerful, enjoyable time jerking off together. Nohealth worries, no complications at all - just a sensible acceptance of ourshared sexuality. And no power games or manipulativeness - just sharedenjoyment.But you look at the dominant cultural attitudes towards sex these days andrealise that there's not much chance of our ever being that emancipated inour outlook on sex. I found my encounter in the john with a stranger andhis erect prick to be quite enjoyable, but I'd be as embarrassed as hellif anyone got to know about it. What a shame that things have to be likethis. But because of the existence (and popularity) of this website, it'sclear that there are many people out there who feel much the same way.Let's hope we manage to find creative ways to use sites like this to movethings a tad closer to sexual utopia.

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