In the Next Door Cubicle

I've often thought that, had I grown up in a different decade, I might have been gay. Anyway, let me tell you about something that happened to me a while back. I had gone down to a seaside resort early one springtime, to take some photos for a project of mine.

I needed to go to the toilet, so I eventually found a big public one on the seafront. I went in, hung up my coat, pulled down my trousers and sat down. I had just finished what I went in there for, when I heard two male voices speaking quietly. They came nearly to my door, and then slipped into the cubicle next door. I knew immediately what they were in there for! Suddenly I started to get an erection. At the thought of secretive and furtive sex so close-by I grew excited and started to masturbate.

There was lots of scuffling next door, presumably trousers being dropped down, and the toilet seat banging. I could only imagine what was going on, and I couldn't help but stroke my cock at the thought of it. I first thought that I was going to overhear an act of buggery, but from the speed at which I heard the slopping sound of wet thrusting, I knew one was giving the other a blow-job. There was hurried grunting and wet sounds and I was possibly making as much noise masturbating next door!

Soon I heard an expellation of noise, which I presumed was the guy coming in the other guy's mouth, and I released almost at the same time, pumping into a wad of tissue. They dressed up quickly and left, leaving me there just slowly masturbating my cock, running over the incredibly sexy goings-on I had just witnessed. I stayed in that toilet for some time and masturbated once more about the memory.