Sunday, 10 May 2015

Not so busy toilet wank

[DISCLAIMER: The following post is heavily inspired by this. Thank you for the cue, Charlie!]

I'd been despairing for a long time. Camp had not turned out like it used to be; the large amount of fun, frolics and laughter had been lacking. I was starting to have nightmares and feel sick. I was enjoying myself, intermittently, but - noticeably - I was spending less time staying up late with my mates and more time sitting in solitude either in the sleeping quarters of our massive boys' tent or wanking in the toilets.

Worst of all, my girlfriend was on holiday in the same area and I'd left that holiday to go to camp.

It seems ungrateful and the overall opinion was one that I wanted to be with her - I eventually did leave camp and returned to the family holiday (sans 47, who didn't go that time) in order to relax much more and feel her up in a jacuzzi. But, of course, I had to see her first...

I arranged for her to come and meet us while we were on the beach in Weymouth looking at pornographic penis lollipops and inappropriate golliwog dolls in seedy shops that hadn't evolved since the '70s. We'd already been there once and I recall hearing the strains of James' Sit Down in the street on the way back to the minibus - I supposed it may have been a busker, but I hadn't time to investigate. My friends were busy building a fort in the sand of the beach and I slipped away quietly.

As I sped through the streets of Weymouth I started to notice a large and rather obvious bulge in my pants. I didn't have any reason to be horny, I told myself; I wasn't turned on or frustrated and I was likely to be having sex that evening anyway... but, I reasoned, I was very, very stressed: I'd been having nightmares and I'd been losing sleep and camp hadn't really been a lot of fun at that point, and my penis was telling me that I needed as much relief as I could get.

So I descended into the first public toilet I could find via some wet metal steps.

It was grey and dingy ahd had some flickering lights, but by the time I locked myself into a cubicle and pulled down my pants, my cock was throbbing, hard and ready to be touched. I closed my eyes, trying to will the bad odours and squalid surroundings away, and took hold of my penis, feeling it pulse and grow in the palm of my hand. Okay, I told myself, I can do this.

I began to work my foreskin up and down over the head of my penis as the immediate surrounding slipped away as effortlessly as a window closes via Alt + F4. I was transported to some of my go-to scenes in my own head, accompanied by a soundtrack of moans, gasps and the slap of skin on skin. My trousers crumpled around my ankles, I pumped my hand up and down, building up a rhythm, my foreskin sliding back and forth with an increasingly rapid pace and my cock bouncing slightly in the air, pink, firm, smooth and straining with every effort I put into it.

I leaned forwards and slapped my free hand against the wall, both with pleasure and frenzy but also to steady myself  as my knees were starting to buckle. I started as the wind banged the door to the toilets shut, but that only proved to me how illicit I was being, pleasuring myself in this most public of surroundings, and carried on, abandoning all senses and concentrating on the increasing hardness of my shaft.

And then, all of a sudden, without any warning, it happened. I oirgasmed violently, my come shooting out in hot spurts, hitting the toilet seat and spilling over onto the floor, over my hand, while my free hand frantically scrabbled at a surface to hold on to. My mouth, I realised, was open, as I took some ragged gasps of air. I leaned heavily against the cistern as my world dissolved back into the dingy world of the public toilet - the buzz of the flickering light, the occasional automatic flushes of the urinals and the clattering and chattering of the public above me all swam back in bits and pieces.

I rearranged my clothes and practically flew up the steps, disappearing into the streets flushed bright red with a curious half-smile on my face.

Perfect.

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