Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 08:30:04 +0000
From: Tom UK <Tomukis2@protonmail.com>
Subject: Village Toilets - 1    Adult/Youth

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Village Toilets 1
By Tom UK

When I was 13, my mum, dad and I moved from my hometown to a smaller
village about 20 miles away. It was a pretty tough move for me, away from
my friends and the safe familiar surroundings I was used to, but I was a
curious, nosey teenager and made it a mission to know my new area and make
the best of things.

It was the start of the summer and I had five weeks of uninterrupted time
just to myself. Both my parents worked and even though my mum only worked
until 3 pm, I still had most of the day to do what I wanted; I tended to
sleep until 11 am so my mum wasn't worried about me being alone for too
long.

The village wasn't a quaint or quiet place at all. I wouldn't have even
called it a village, more a small town and a fairly busy one at that. It
had a railway station, a high street, a library and a small business
park. My plan for the next day was to go walkabout and find my way
around. Stop at a few shops, buy some sweets and then check out the park. I
needed a haircut too, so I thought I'd scope out where I could go for that
as well.

I woke up the next day at around 10.30. As usual, my dick was rock hard. At
13, I thought I was doing ok down there with a few dark wispy pubes and
some fuzzy hair on my balls. My uncut dick was about 5 inches long but not
very thick yet, and definitely not as thick as my mate Paul's. He could
squirt thick cum already whilst mine was still a bit watery. I gave my cock
a hard squeeze and pulled the skin up and over my helmet. I pushed the
shaft down towards my legs and enjoyed for a moment the tension that built
up inside. I let go and my cock sprang back, slapping my skin. Man, that
felt nice. I wasn't quite ready for a wank yet, so I shuffled out of bed,
grabbed my gown and headed downstairs for some cereal.

Being at home alone has a lot of advantages. It didn't bother me if my
dressing gown fell open for example, revealing my smooth slim body and
allowing me to free-ball around the place. I took my bowl of cereal out
into the back garden and sat down on the bench outside. My legs naturally
fell open as did my gown and I could feel a warm breeze running over my
skin. Our new garden was bigger than before with neighbours either side
whom I hadn't met yet. Trees and bushes lined the fence and I knew that my
mum and dad would soon make the garden look amazing. I could hear a
rustling in the hedge line to my left and the sound of hedge trimmers
cutting and snipping.  My heart raced a little. I was sitting here eating
my cereal with my junk out on display for anyone to see. I liked the
feeling that I might get caught or that someone might actually want to spy
on me.

An old-fashioned whistle drifted over from the hedge and I saw the top
rungs of a ladder being placed against a nearby tree. Whoever was there was
about to climb up to trim the top of the hedge and when they did, they
would surely see me. My stomach fluttered, I lost my nerve a little and I
pulled my gown closer together so it at least rested on my thighs. The
whistling continued and I could now see the top of a head coming up the
ladder. He hadn't spotted me yet so I took a good look at an older man who
must have been in his mid-sixties. You could tell he looked after himself
though; his hair was neatly trimmed and his body looked slim and strong. I
had a brief flash of a fantasy about being sat in his lap like he was my
grandad and feeling his hands running all over me. My dick twitched at the
thought.

"Oh, hello there." The man called out. He snapped me out of my daze and I
looked up to see a smiling face no more than a few metres away from me.

"Hi," I replied.

"You must be our new neighbour. I'm George next door."

"I'm Danny, nice to meet you," I said. I am pretty sure that George could
see my bare chest, stomach and probably even my dick but if he could he
didn't let on.

"No school today Danny?" He asked.

"Nah, summer holidays. I'm just gonna walk around town and find out where
stuff is."

"I see, yes. I expect you'll be out here sunbathing too eh?" George said
and smiled at me.

I decided to expose myself more to him and lifted my knee up, resting my
elbow across the top. My gown fell down to one side and I slightly spread
my legs to give George a good view. I could feel myself chubbing up a bit.

"Yeah, I might do George. Do you like to sunbathe too?" I asked.

"Oh yes, and when my wife is out, I sometimes do it completely naked." He
chuckled.

Fuck, if that wasn't a hint, I don't know what was.

"Sounds cool, might try it myself one day" I called back.

"Well, lovely to see you, young man. I must get on with the hedge." And
with that, George snuck back down behind the hedge and was gone. I heard
him whistle once more and then his wife call out to him from the house.  I
figured he went inside so picked up my bowl and went upstairs to get
dressed.

It was a warm day. I put on a t-shirt and some cut off tracksuit bottom
shorts. I skipped any underwear and looked in the mirror at the slight
outline my cock made through the grey fabric.

The walk to town took less than 5 minutes and about half an hour passed
while I enjoyed looking around the shops. As I wandered, I saw a blue
information sign above a pub in town saying, "Public Toilets". Hmm, that
could be interesting, I thought. I walked in the direction of the sign and
felt my heart begin to race a little with anticipation. I must have walked
a hundred or so metres before I spotted the entrance. I had pretty much
gone past the end of the high street and it was much quieter here. The
toilets were set back from the street a little, with a fence masking the
actual doorway. For a moment I thought I'd turn back but then I figured
there was nothing unusual about a 13-year-old kid wanting to use the toilet
and crossed the street to go in.

The place was dimly lit with light coming from a few high up windows and
two dirty skylights, I only counted two wall lights that threw out about as
much light as a toy torch. The walls were all a dark green colour and as I
slowly walked in, I could make out a room on my left with washbasins and
then another room next to that with about 10 urinals, the old fashioned
type that were tall and scalloped, along two walls.  To my right were four
cubicles with dark wooden doors. The end one was shut, but the others were
half-open. I couldn't see anyone at the sinks or urinals so figured I was
alone apart from one possible person in the cubicle. The place had an
intoxicating smell, mostly of stale piss and the air was heavy with it but
there was something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. It made my dick
begin to stir.

I opted to go into the far end cubicle, away from the closed door. As I
closed and locked the bolt I saw more graffiti than I had ever seen before
in a toilet. There were messages to meet here for TV sex and phone numbers
offering "NSA Cock for Fun". There were loads of cartoon doodles of cocks,
cocks dripping cum, cocks being offered to mouths and characters bent over
taking cock. My heart beat rapidly and my cock strained in my shorts. I
pulled them down and started wanking over the soft porn that adorned the
back of the door. I leant against the wall as I jerked my hard as steel 5
inches back and forth, enjoying pulling my skin over the end of my helmet
and back down again sending waves of pleasure over me. It was then that I
noticed a clear hole in the wall between my cubicle and the next one. It
was about the size of a snooker ball and even from where I was stood, I
could easily see into the next stall.

I sat down on the toilet seat to get a better look, shorts down by my
ankles and my cock in my hand. Why would there be a hole here I thought
– you could pretty much see everything. I had no idea why it was there
until I noticed that it too had some graffiti on it. Someone had drawn a
face on the wall with lips around the hole making it look like a mouth and
I started to get an idea of why the hole was there.  Just then I heard the
door to the next cubicle close. Shit! I thought, I am going to get
caught. I sort of tucked my hard dick between my legs as best I could and
lent forward to cover up my junk but what I couldn't help doing was
watching what was happening through the hole. First, I saw a pair of grey
trousers with a perma-crease down the front like an older man would
wear. He stood facing the toilet and I watched as he undid the button and
pulled down his zip. I could see the white of his shirt tucked into his
trousers and I could make out his white briefs too. He coughed and cleared
his throat. I jerked back thinking he may have seen me watching but then
edged closer to the hole again.  The man dropped his trousers to his ankles
and pulled his briefs slowly and deliberately down. As he stood up again, I
could clearly see his large cock hanging as he let free a stream of golden
pee into the pan. He held his cock with his right hand, so I had a clear
view of his now semi-hard dick. I felt my hand reach for my stiffy and
start to slowly wank off to the show I was being given; this was all so new
and thrilling and horny too! As his stream stopped, he moved his hands to
his low hanging hairy balls and rolled them in his fingers. His cock was
hard now, a good 6 inches and thick. Before I realised what was happening,
he moved towards the hole and his glistening cockhead poked through. I was
overwhelmed with fear and excitement as I felt myself go onto autopilot,
reach up and gently take his cock in my hand. I heard a deep sigh through
the partition as I slowly pulled the man's foreskin back and forwards. I
leaned in close and relished the smell of another man's cock, a mixture of
stale pee and pre-cum filled my nose. He pushed more of himself through the
hole and I now had his whole cock to play with. I picked up the pace as I
wanked his hard dick and I stood up so I could rub mine against his. I was
shivering with pleasure and felt the urge to cum. I grabbed both our cocks
together, mine resting on his and gave a few strong tugs. My dick twitched
and several ropes of cum burst over his cock, more than I have ever cum
before.

"awwww, fuck." I cried out as my body shook with the wave of climax. Then
as the feeling subsided, I suddenly felt that I had done something I
shouldn't have. I grabbed some tissue, quickly wiped myself clean and
pulled up my shorts. I knew I didn't want to be seen by the bloke in the
cubicle or to see him either so I took one last look at the still hard cock
poking through the hole, unlocked the door and ran out of the toilets. I
legged it back through town and towards home not even stopping to catch my
breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened! It was the craziest
thing I had ever done, but it felt so good too. I passed a swing park and
thought it would be a good place to stop and clear my head a little. I
walked over to the swings and sat, gently moving back and forth as I
recalled what had happened. I had no idea that stuff like that went on. I
was kind of surprised at how I reacted though and as I replayed the events,
I could feel my dick starting to get hard again. I drifted off into a
daydream and after about half an hour some younger kids arrived with their
mum, so I headed off home. Already my cock was getting hard again and I
knew I would be wanking as soon as I got indoors.

As I got near my house I saw a car pull up on the drive next to ours.  I
was conscious that my dick was swelling in my shorts again and that it
would be fairly obvious to anyone I met but I looked up to see George
getting out of his car. He was whistling again and as I passed by I called
out,

"Hello, George."

"Hello, Danny, I've just been into the village – have you been out
exploring?" he said as he shut the car door.

"Yeah, I wondered around the shops and the park for a bit," I said as I
sort of covered the front of my shorts as casually as I could.

"Good, good. See you soon then, maybe in the garden again eh?" As George
turned to go into the house, I noticed his white shirt was hanging out from
the back of a pair of grey trousers.

"Yeah, bye," I said, my heart now racing with the thought that it was
George's cock I had played with in the toilets. I rushed to my front door,
let myself in and ran upstairs to my bed. I stripped off and led naked
running my hands over my smooth body. My cock hardened and I grabbed it
wanking fast and hard, thinking about George's cock and how I cummed all
over it. My body tensed and I orgasmed with more cum spewing onto my
tummy. It was intense but amazing and I scooped up some cum on my fingers
and tasted it, the salty-sweet creaminess lining my throat as I swallowed.

As I got dressed again, I thought about what I should do tomorrow; I never
did find the barbers so decided that was going to be my plan. And I might
drop by the public toilet again too.

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