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My first public toilet hand job

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by Adam Blue At the age of 31 my experience with gay related masturbation had been limited to an occasional peep show through a glory hole at our local adult bookstore. I was a late bloomer when it came to gay sex. Most of my encounters with guys had been watching them jack off while watching porn. But my first experience of having another guy jack me off was in a public restroom. I had been to this bathroom on two other occasions and was totally turned on by a peep hole that faced the urinals. I had checked out guys as they took a piss. I jacked off watching them and came so quickly that I hardly spent more than five minutes in the stall. On this specific day, I had the day off and thought I'd rub one out while watching guys piss again. So I head toward this public toilet which was in the center of our local shopping district. Most guys that used it were business types and guys out shopping with the family. It was a weekday, but my day off, so I dressed in my shorts and golf shirt with no underwear to make things easier. When I got to the men's room, both urinals and both stalls were occupied, so I stood around and waited like most guys would if they really needed to go bad. It was after the lunch hour but some guys took lunch later. The guys at the urinals knew eachother and were talking about work. I noticed one guy stood back from the urinal as he peed and I could see his cock as it sprayed out his piss. It was a nice big dick too. About seven inches with the skin at the head. His buddy stood closer to the urinal so I couldn't see his. I was getting a hard on and realized, without my underwear on, I could be showing more than I'd be comfortable with in public. Just then another guy came into the john and looked around. I smiled at him and he said something to the effect of "Full house huh?" I smiled and agreed. He was a good looking guy. Dressed more casual than the business men, so he must be out shoppping I figured. About my age, 30 something. He had on a Dodgers Basball windbreaker over his t-shirt and a pair of Blue Docker slacks. His hair was cut short almost military around the sides with the top longer and slicked back. His moustache was trimmed and had a few gray strands. He looked like a younger Kurt Russell when he played the guy on Stargate. The toilet in one of the stalls flushed, but I realized it was not the one with the peep hole. I was a little nervous but was going to offer it to the guy who had just come in. But when the door opened and the guy came out of the stall, I had no choice but to go in. I figured, I could always switch stalls when the coast was clear. As I went in, The guys at the urinal flushed and walked over to the sinks. I put a seat dispenser on the seat and pulled my shorts down and sat. The seat was warm. As I looked around I heard the toilet flush in the stall with the peep hole. I was a bit frustrated that I'd have to wait. I was kind of bummed thinking I might miss some good looking cocks. But I made the best of things as I waited. Kind of playing with my cock as I sat there listening to the Kurt Russell guy enter the stall next to me. I saw his shoes from under the stall and could imagine him putting a seat protector down. His feet turned around and I saw his Dockers come down to his ankles and then a pair of blue striped boxer shorts. I thought to myself "I wonder if he could see that I didn't have underwear on? " Suddenly the guys at the sink started laughing and the door opened and their laughter started to fade as they walked away and things got real quite in the men's room. I heard the guy next to me shuffle on his seat and pull some toilet paper from the dispenser. I then heard his piss hitting the water in his toilet and the image that came to my mind made my cock a complete boner. And It made me feel weired that the sound of a guy pissing would make my cock hard. I played with it and figured it would be a while before I could have my favorite stall as I hadn't' heard anything more than piss from the guy next door. So I leaned back and stroked my hard on. It had been a few days since I had rubbed a good one out so I was really looking forward to shooting a big load this afternoon. Then the guy next to me cleared his throat. I stopped and stroked really slow. A drop of precum had built up on my dick slit and I rubbed it on my cock head. It felt so good, it made me want to stroke faster. But I held back. Then I heard a little tapping sound. Followed by another just seconds after. Then again, followed by a clearing of the throat. I looked down at the floor and saw the tapping was my neighbor's foot tapping. Then it stopped. But his foot slid closer toward my stall and tapped again. Suddenly I was scared to death. I realized he was trying to give me a hint that he knew what I was up to. I wasn't certain what I should do. But then I saw his pants around his ankles moving to a fast paced rhythm. His belt buckle was hitting the floor with a constant quiver that made me realize he was jacking off too. I leaned down a bit more to see if I could get a better view of his pants shaking. I saw his pants parted wide with his hairy legs spread wide and both his feet moving in time to his strokes. The hair on his legs was thick but layed in smooth tuffts along his skin. It looked soft and almost golden brown against his white skin. I couldn't believe that this guy would be here for the same reason I was, but I was so naive that it embarrassed me to admit it. After all, someone had to put that peep hole there, for the purpose of secretly watching men urinate and getting a candid look at their cocks. I was beyond horny now. But then it hit me ... there was nobody at the urinal. This guy couldn't be watching anyone. He was jacking off and wanted me to know he was doing it. Had he seen my pants moving and figured I was rubbing one out too? But what happned next completely took me by suprise. Pulling his knees together, he leaned over and dipped his head down to see under the stall wall. I panicked and immediately sat up. In fact I was so scared I leaned back all the way to the wall. He must have sensed my fear and stopped where he was. Then he moved his foot toward my stall again and tapped it slowly. Almost like he was saying "It's all right. Its cool." My first instinct was to get out of there in a hurry. But what happened next was totally unbelievable. I could see the shadow of his head leaning farther down to look under the stall, and before I realized it, he was on one knee and looking straight at me from under the stall. I could only imagine what he saw. I was leaning all the way back on the throne with my back leaning on the wall and my legs spread with my huge boner sticking straight up in the air dripping pre cum down it's length. I couldn't move, and he just smiled at me then said "Nice." I realized he liked what he saw. Then he reached up and ran his hand up my hairy calf. His touch was warm and soft. A sensual feeling as he inched his touch up to my thigh. He let his fingers play with the hair on my upper thigh. Then I felt his finger tips lightly touch my ball sack. I shivered with delight. It felt sooo good to feel his warm touch barely grazing my nuts. The he leaned in, half his torso was almost in my stall and his fingers reached my cock. His finger tips touched the shaft and rubbed my pre cum on the under side of my hard throbbing cock shaft. I was so horny now, that I pushed my hips forward to offer him a full grasp of my thick rock hard boner. I wanted him to grip it and stroke it for me. But he suddenly pulled back quickly. I was uncertain of what I had done, when suddenly I heard the door open and someone came into the men's room. I sat there wondering what had just happened. My cock was so hard and dripping now, all I could do was hold it. Letting my hand rub on it a bit with my palm. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard someone peeing at the urinal. A loud fart followed. It brought me to a moment of realization. I wondered if I should get out of there. I wondered if the guy next to me was looking through the peep hole. I wondered if the guy peeing had a big cock. And I knew then that I wasn't going anywhere. I was going to stay right there to see what might happen next. I heard the sink faucet go on. Then I saw my neighbor's hand under the stall and it was waving me in. Telling me in one little gesture of his finger to come close to him. I was scared. The guy at the sink might be a cop. But he gestured again. And it was like I was hypnotized. Against all better judgment, I just wanted to feel his hand on my cock again. So I shifted closer toward him on my throne. I leaned my hips down more and his arm came into my stall from under the wall, and like a radar honing on the target his warm hand found my cock and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft. He gave it very soft, gentle strokes. Not jacking me off, but feeling my boner. Feeling the skin, sensing it's thickness. Its rigid length. Softly, gently, caressingly. I moaned. His had immediately flared and gave me the "stop" sign. Then the door opened and the stranger left the room. My neighbor's hand withdrew. I could see him kneeling on the floor but looking in the direction of the door. Then his hand came into my stall again with the "OK" sign and motioned me to come closer. I saw his hairy knees on the floor now. And I could see his cock. His huge thick cock hanging down between his legs. It wasn't hard but it was dripping at the tip. His cock was big. On his knees on the floor his cock head was about half an inch from touching the ground. Then he motioned me to join him. I wasted no time. I got on my knees and pushed my cock under the stall wall, and at once I felt his hand touching my cock. This time it was a firm grip. Not hard, but a tight sensation on my shaft. He stroked me. Now he was definitely going to jack me off. I knew he would make me cum. I felt like I was going to shoot my wad right then and there. But I didn't. I wanted to feel the joy of having hot sex from someone on the other side of the wall. All I saw was the stall wall, with it's graffiti of senseless sexual implications and infantile gang scribbles ... and yet what I felt was pure ecstasy to have a complete stranger handle my cock in such a candid and taboo way. Giving this complete anonymous hand free range of my cock and balls. And to feel his hand totally seizing the opportunity to violate my private parts. Shamelessly taking another man's cock in his hand like it was his own and treat it with such care and knowing all the while how it must make me feel. I hugged the wall, trying to keep my balance as I pushed my crotch closer to him. He noticed my submission and he pressed his hairy legs against mine as he closed in on his target. He knew I was completely his to do as he wanted with my hard dripping cock. One hand caressed my member and the other played lightly with my low hanging nut sack. He rubbed the pre cum on my cock head and the sheer delight made me moan loudly. He knew it was a good feeling for me and I could hear him spit and sure enough, the next thing I know my cock is lubed up with his spit and he's rubbing his hand perfectly on my cock shaft from the base of my pubs to the tip of my cock slit. It was glorious. His fingers playing with my balls and his palm jerking me off perfectly. Better than I had ever done for myself. Then I heard him in a gruff voice ask me... "You like that man? Does it feel good?" and in my head I could hear my brain configuring the words "Fuck yes.. oh man, it feels so fucking good." But what I heard come out of my mouth was "Watch out I'm going to cum." And it was done. I swear my jizz flew out of my cock shaft with spurts that have never been harder and thicker. I felt the tention deep down in my asshole as the cum pushed up from my ball sack. I felt my legs tighten and my ball sack lifting ad I pushed my cock up to his hand. "Oh yeah... " he said "that's a fucking huge load bro. Yeah look at that spunk come out." I was pressed hard against the stall wall with my cheek pressed flat against the cold metal as I spasamed with his hand on my spewing prick. His hand kept stroking my shaft tightly, and lightening up as it reached the head of my dick. My breathing returned, as I took air into my lungs after what seemed an eternity. I could feel the pressure subsiding and the tingling sensation of tenderness each time he rubbed my dick head. Then he said, "Back up and watch this." I looked down and his cock was coming into my side of the stall. It was thick and hard and his hand was rubbing the slowly and firmly. And I could see huge clumps of my cum on his pubic patch, his balls, his cock shaft. My cum was on his hands and his forearm. I made a mess on him but he seemed to really like it. In fact he had taken some of my jizz off his hairy thigh to lube his own cock. The aroma of my cum was thick in the air. His hairy legs came in under the stall wall, only inches away from mine and I realized he was going to cum. I stood up immediately trying to get out of his way, but it was too late. His spunk flew out of his dick slit in long thick strands. One huge glob landed on the floor next to my foot, but the second huge jizz strand landed right on my shorts. The next on my shoe. I stood back and the next five strands of his thick cum landed in straight lines on the floor. He was exhaling grunts and I heard him moan "Fuck yeah... oh fuck, oh fuck yeah.." And before I could get a grip of what had just happened, he stood up in a shot and not a second later the door to the room opened and someone came in. But now that reality had landed, I found myself engulfed in the guilt that a closeted man usually surrounds himself with after having a taste of what is taboo. I pulled up my shorts. Turned around and opened the door to the stall. There stood a young guy in jogging clothes waiting for the stall. I was in such a panic to get out of there, I realized that I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. So I relaxed and casually walked to the sink to wash my hands as the young guy took my stall. As I washed my hands, the shock of realizing I had not flushed the toilet, and left all that cum on the floor hit me like a ton of bricks. I turned quickly to look under but couldn't see anything unless I completely bent down on hand and knee. I thought better and ran out of the men's room. Nervous and looking around to see if anyone I knew had seen me leaving. As I got into my car, I realized I could still smell that thick aroma that cum leaves in the air. And then I rremember the guy had cum so hard it landed on my shoe and my shorts. Then I felt the wetness of his cum on the inside of my thigh. I reached under my shorts to feel the wet spot and sure enough, I got a good wad of it on my fingers. I pulled my fingers back and they were wet with his cum. I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed his cum. The aroma made me rock hard again. It was such a nasty experience to be on the men's room floor getting a hand job by a complete stranger who obviously enjoyed giving hand jobs under the stall wall. I knew I'd be going back to that public toilet for more fun. And very soon.