A Toilet

I am George Smythe. I am 30 and I am married to Liz. She is 3 years older than me. We met at University and lived together for our last year at Uni. Unknown to Liz I am bisexual. I had slept with 2 men and 3 women before I met her. Despite being engaged to Liz, I had 3 male-with-male action. For discretion I had gay sex with non-students. Every time I strayed I felt guilty.

Liz and I got married 5 years ago and moved to London when I got a job with the Ministry Of Pensions. In London I had sex with 2 other men. Having gay affairs made up for a less-than-thrilling job and working with people I didn't particularly like. And after each time I felt guilt.

Three years ago the Civil Service wanted to downsize its London HQ. And so they offered generous severance packages. Liz and I agreed to accept the Civil Service offer (of £40,000 and the immediate payment of a pension) and move to Langford to stay rent free with her father.

Roger is a well respected retired Anglican vicar. He owns a 5 bed house with an acre of garden. It includes a 1/2 mile stretch of trout fishing river.

The bummer for me was that London has easy access to other gay men. This was also a chance to d

stop cheating.

Overall Liz and I were happier. She got a receptionist job in a nursing home in nearby South Newton. I got involved in local committees and I helped Roger tending the garden. All 3 of us swam in the river.

COTTAGING

Three times a week I went to Salisbury on the free shopper-bus. The bus gave me 3 hours before returning to the village. I did the household shopping. It was also my chance to "cottage" gay men. I always used one of the old fashioned toilets that had 3 urinals in a row with no privacy separations. Despite this lack of privacy I was lucky if I managed to see a glimpse of a man's prick as he peed.

However one time I got to see a man who pulled down his trousers to reveal he was wearing ladies panties. His prick was well displayed in the thin blue material. He unpackaged his prick by pulling down his panties. He had a penis a little larger than mine but a lot thicker.

He took a long look at my prick. But we never went beyond looking. But it was exciting seeing another man's cock. But afterwards came the guilt.

DAVE

It was the next week at that same Salisbury loo where I met Dave. I had an urgent call of nature and went into my usual public loo because it was the nearest. I really did need to use it the toilet for its intended purpose.

I only had 20 minutes before my bus was due to depart.

Dave was in his mid 40's. As I entered the toilet he stood a foot back from one of the urinals. He wore a tee shirt and jogging pants and trainers.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my 5 inch penis. Dave made no attempt to hide his voyeurism. He had his hand down his jogger trousers and played with his cock.

I still stood there with my prick pointing at the urinal. Despite having a full bladder I wasn't able to pee. He reached over and touched my penis. I was thrilled to have a man wanting my cock. Finally I was able to piss.

As I unfilled my bladder Dave asked "Do you want to go beyond watching and being watched?"

I admitted "I crave having a gay lover."

Dave said "Well then its your lucky day."

He pulled down his joggers to reveal a partially erect 10 inch penis. It was thick and sexy. My average sized penis felt inadequate next to David's. His was twice as long as mine. His sexy cock also had a superior girth.

I said to him "That's a magnificent cock. Its wonderful."

It made me feel slutty. Just looking at his semi-erect man-meat make my heart beat faster. He stood there with his cock pointing at the urinal. I watched him as he stroked his prick.

I feared someone would come in and Dave would have to hide his monster prick in those cheap joggers. Luckily no one came in. Dave wasn't wanking. He was just keeping his cock fully erect. He moved to give me a better view. He put his package back inside his jogging pants.

I knew it was time to act. I might never get the same opportunity with a cock of that size and girth.

I said "Don't you want me to do things to your cock?"

David said "Go into the cubicle and sit down on the toilet seat."

I did as instructed. Dave shut and locked the door. This was my first time having sex in a public toilet. I gently pulled Dave's jogger pants down. I didn't want to harm his massive man-meat. He had no underwear on. His prodigious cock was right in front of me.

I thought "Good grief. What a whore I am."

I was ashamed but not enough to override the overwhelming desire for Dave's magnificent monster cock.

I then worried that I could be arrested for performing a lewd act. But that fear didn't stop me opening my mouth wide. As I received Dave's love weapon I didn't care about it being immoral and illegal. My overwhelming emotion was delight. I was in 7th heaven because I loved being Dave's slut.

I am so turned on by the whole big-cock sucking scenario.

I watched Dave's cock as it moved forward towards my mouth. Finally I had the monster cock in my mouth. It was firm and delicious. I took in as much as I could. But that was only half of it. I was like the proverbial cat who got the bowl of cream. I sucked and sucked on his hard, fat cock.

He thrust hard. He was fucking my face for all he was worth. He was treating me like a cock sucking slut because that is what I had become. Dave was loving it. I was loving it.

Then the inevitable happened. I felt a jet of delightful, delicious spunk shooting into me. I savoured his cum for a time and then swallowed it. Dave's cock softened slightly and he gently pulled out. Even his flaccid penis was wonderful.

I said "I need to go. My bus leaves soon."

As I left the cubicle Trevor (one of the other men on the free shopper bus) was waiting outside the cubicle.

I felt guilty and said "Its not what it looks like."

Trevor said said "I've been waiting here to use the toilet and it is what it looks like."

I said "Please keep it as our secret. It would end my marriage."

Trevor said "I will if you promise to stay faithful."

I said "I promise."

From that day onwards I never use the old style public loos. But some days I wake up with a hard-on as I recall being with Dave.