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The Waiting Game
After the death of my parents, my Great Aunt and Uncle came to look after me and very generously agreed that they would live in the house where I grew up so that I could be with my friends, rather than have me go to live with them in a place where I knew nobody. In return, I agreed that I would spend some of my half-term holidays at their old home so that they could have a helping hand with maintenance jobs in the garden and around the house. The work was not onerous and during one particular week, I got plenty of time to explore the local area on my bicycle.
I got to meet some of the local people of around my age but always felt a bit of an outsider because I went away to boarding school and only visited the area relatively infrequently. I was included in a number of events when I was there but I never got to know any of the teenagers particularly well. There were a couple of people that I would have liked to get to know better, but opportunities were not very easy to come by.
On this particular day, it was a cold, clear crisp February morning and none of the locals were around, so I decided to go a bit further than I usually did on my bike and explore some of the more remote areas of the district. I left the main part of the town behind and rode out into the more isolated parts where there were largely agricultural enterprises, along with a coastal path that led along the side of the sand dunes. There appeared to be little sign of life up there apart from seabirds and the odd rabbit, but I knew that the next village was not that far away so decided to press on.
As the coastal path would towards the other village and the dunes were replaced by a scattering of houses, I noticed a smaller track running off to one side and decided to explore further. The path seemed to go nowhere but eventually it broadened out into a small park. By now I was ready for a rest and a walk, so I parked my bike and went to find out what the park had to offer. Maybe it was the cold weather but the first thing I felt I needed was to do was to relieve myself and I was pleased to note that tucked away in a far corner was a small white painted building that was obviously a toilet.
I entered the building intent on just having a piss although the prospect of a new toilet with its potential graffiti added to its allure. Once inside I discovered that it was relatively small, just two cubicles and a urinal that could only comfortably accommodate two people at any one time. Although the place was empty, I decided to go into the first cubicle, do what I needed to do and spent a few minutes reading and no doubt wanking as well! As soon as I had closed the door I felt a wave of disappointment pass over me, the walls were newly painted and there was not a speck of stimulating material to be seen! That appeared to be the end of my adventure, so I peed into the bowl, flushed the toilet and came out again. Expecting that there would be very little difference in the other cubicle, I decided, nevertheless, to have a quick look.
The second cubicle was also newly painted but there were a couple of drawings and some writing on one of the walls. I decided that it was worth a look. The drawings depicted a giant cock, lovingly and accurately drawn and a picture, rather less accurate, of a couple having oral sex. There were also two pieces of writing. The first was a simple announcement that Tom' had wanked there a few days earlier, but the second was in the form of the table. Above the not very well drawn lines of the table was the legend WANKING CLUB' and an invitation to people to fill in details about themselves such as their name, their age, whether circumcised, interests and so forth.
The table contained two names. The first read Tom, 19, no, wanking and sucking and meeting people about my age' and the second read Dave, 34, no, oral and fucking, make date.' I decided to add my name to the list and after I had dug around in my pockets and found something to write with, I wrote, Steve, 17, yes, love sucking and being sucked'. I then took out my prick and, as I fantasised about meeting either Tom' or `Dave' or possibly even both, I wanked my hard shaft and sprayed my ball cream onto the walls of the cubicle. I pulled the chain, opened the door and came out of the cubicle and saw that the place was still deserted, so I walked back to my bike and rode home, determined to re-visit the place very soon.
The following day was nasty, cold and wet and my Great Aunt and Uncle had a number of jobs for me to do inside the house, which I gladly undertook. Working indoors was cosy although my thoughts kept straying to the park and the toilets. I doubted very much that anyone would go there when the weather was so cold and wet but the thought that they might did make me feel excited. I had to scurry a couple of times to the bathroom but not too often, otherwise I might arouse either concern or suspicion. Later that day, My Great Uncle took me into the next village by as he wanted to visit one of the shops there and said that I was needed to help him carry the stuff that he bought. It was a bit frustrating being so close to the toilets and yet not really able to visit them, but again I comforted myself with the view that it was unlikely anyone would have visited them on such a day. When I had loaded the car with various packages, my Great uncle said that he was going to the barbers and suggested that, as I did not need a haircut, I might find something to fill my time for about half an hour. Surprised and delighted by this turn of events, I happily agreed.
It took me a moment or two to orientate myself, but it was not long before I was walking quickly in the direction of the park I had visited the day before. I went straight to the toilets and went inside, but again it was deserted. It was much darker than the day before although there was still enough light to see, so I went into the cubicle with the graffiti and saw immediately that there was more writing close to the table! My heart missed a beat as I saw that someone had written something close to my entry. I strained hard to read it in the dull light and my cock grew hard as I deciphered the words,
"Love to meet you, very soon. Could you be here lunchtime tomorrow or the day after? Tom xx"
I realised I had missed the date for the present day but would strain every muscle to be there the following day and so I scribbled yes' by the side of the message, took out my dick, wanked and shot a load over the wall before flushing and leaving. It was only after I had begun the walk back to where my Great Uncle's car was parked that the thought struck me that I did not really know what time lunchtime' was.
Fortunately the next day was again bright and clear and there were no jobs to do about the house. I told my guardians that I was meeting friends in town at lunchtime so would not be in until late afternoon. My elderly relations seemed pleased at the news and smiled encouragingly at my news. I dressed carefully for my date, choosing a tight pair of jeans that showed off my assets to maximum advantage and a warm woollen jersey and windbreaker jacket that would keep me warm while out on my bike. I think my Great Aunt and Uncle thought that, as I looked so nice and handsome I must be meeting a girl!
I left quite early and rode off towards the neighbouring town and arrived at my destination some time before I imagined anyone would be having their lunch break. I parked my bike carefully and out of sight and then walked the relatively short distance back to the park. I was a bit unsure what I would do when I got there but decided to go first to the toilet to see if there were any other messages and then find a place to wait and watch. The place was, as I expected, deserted, but that did not matter. I went straight to the cubicle and realised that there was more writing there. By my scribbled one word reply, Tom' had written great. See you here then! xx'.
Again, I was uncertain what to do but decided that I would sit on the toilet seat for a short while and wait in case Tom arrived in the next few minutes. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my underpants down to my knees and released my half-hard cock. The seat was cold to the bare skin of my buttocks and I decided that I would not stay very long and would soon get dressed and either go and stand at the urinal or find somewhere nearby to wait. After a while when nothing happened, I re-dressed and went to the urinal but again felt cold and foolish standing alone fondling my dick. I went outside and saw that there was a good place to stand and observe the toilet entrance without necessarily being obvious to other people. I glanced at my watch and saw that the time was now well after twelve noon. My first feelings of doubt began to form in my mind as I realised that maybe nobody would turn up.
It was not long before I was getting hungry as well as cold but did not want to miss `Tom' if he came while I was away from the park searching out a sandwich. I stuck it out and waited. I heard the Church clock strike one and still no sign of life. I had been there well over an hour and decided to go back inside the toilet where at least it was marginally warmer and I could always wank off if nobody turned up at all. I went back inside and took up position in the cubicle, although this time I merely unzipped my jeans and played with my cock without removing any of my clothes or exposing my skin to the coldness of the seat. Time passed and my doubts increased with every second. I had to make a decision about how much longer I would wait.
I decided on the same tactic as last time and went to the urinal and stood there for a while in the otherwise empty toilet. When I heard the clock strike two, I made up my mind. I zipped up my jeans and, thoroughly disheartened, made my way outside and began walking towards the park gates and back to my bike. I was on the road back into town when I saw a fair-haired young man walking very fast in the other direction and realised that he was heading for the park. I did not try to catch his eye but thought that from what I saw of him he was the right age for `Tom' and was pretty good looking. I got to the corner of the road and gave a cursory look back over my shoulder as I prepared to make my turn and was just in time to see the teenager disappear into the park. I turned on my heels and followed as quickly as I could.
Tom' if that was who it was, had already disappeared and I walked as fast as I could to the toilets. My fair-haired date was standing at the urinal pretending to piss and I boldly walked up and stood beside him. Tom' looked at me and said,
"Steve?"
I nodded and he grinned and then said,
"Sorry if you thought I was stringing you along but my boss took longer over his lunch and I couldn't get away. Still you're here, that's the main thing. I haven't got much time so let's not waste any more."
I nodded again and he pointed to the cubicle and, without putting his rock hard cock away, walked inside and beckoned for me to follow. Tom' sat on the seat and reached out and took hold of my jean zip and slowly and sensuously undid it before lowering them to my knees. Next he gently fondled my obviously hard dick through my underwear before sliding his hand up the leg opening and giving my balls a gentle squeeze. Just before he released my prick from the confines of my Y-fronts, Tom' reached past me and made sure that the door was firmly close and then as he moved back he quickly pulled my underwear down to my knees leaving my teenage hard-on fully exposed.
Tom' stood up and indicated that he wanted me to undress him and feel his obvious bulge and I was more than happy to oblige. I gently rolled the bit of foreskin that still covered a small part of his glans off head so that it was fully exposed. As I did so I noticed that, like me, his piss slit was already filling with pre-cum. I let the clear, sticky liquid cover my fingers of one hand and then I gently spread it across the sensitive glans. At the same time I wanked the silky soft skin of the teenager's shaft with the other, forcing more pre-cum to flow out in the process. I noticed that Tom' had a glazed look in his eyes as he was obviously enjoying my manual activity, but suddenly he pulled himself away from me and whispered,
"Don't bring me off just yet. I want to suck you first!"
Tom' sat back down on the toilet seat and gently drew my dripping dick back towards his lips. He guided me towards his mouth and stuck out his tongue, which lapped at my pre-cum drooling piss slip. I gave an appreciative sigh of pleasure as the skilful teenage mouth worked on my exposed head and Tom' used his hand to tease and fondle the underside of my prick shaft, running his fingers all the way down its length to my balls. In next to no time, I felt my horny partner's breath on my pubic hairs and realised that he had completely engulfed my hard dick inside his mouth and that the tip was lodged in his eager sucking throat. Natural instinct took over and I slowly began to face fuck Tom' who used his lips and tongue to increase the stimulation until I knew that I would soon be delivering my hot teenage ball cream into his waiting mouth. Tom' realised that I was very close and used every trick he knew to encourage me over the edge and he was most successful. My breathing became increasingly laboured and eventually I gasped out that most welcome of words,
"Cumming!!"
A moment later and that thrilling sensation was upon me and my balls rose, my cock went even more rigid, my piss slit flared and I shot my spunk copiously into my sucking partner's mouth and throat. The feeling was so intense that I had to lean forward and brace myself against the wall behind the toilet to maintain my balance. Tom' took every drop of jizz that I produced and wasted not a single drop. When eventually I finished firing, Tom' licked me clean but I was forced to withdraw from his oral grasp as my prick became increasingly sensitive. As soon as it was clear of his lips, I grinned down at my handsome partner and mouthed a `thank you' and received a glowing smile of appreciation in return.
I was conscious that `Tom' had already told me that he did not have much time and so I was anxious to get to work on his rampant tool. By the time he had finished sucking me off, I could see that my teenage partner's cock was throbbing and slimy with pre-cum and I wanted to get to work on him as soon as possible. Like most guys of my age, I quickly recovered from the effects of my orgasm and was soon ready to start working on my new friend's hard-on.
I suggested that we change places and that I should sit on the toilet seat and Tom' should stand in front of me. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but we managed to manoeuvre around each other and I was soon sitting staring straight at the very large uncut dick. I reached up and guided it towards my lips and, like Tom' had done for me, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up some of his free flowing pre-cum. I had already realised that as I was something of a novice at cock sucking there was no chance that I could get the whole of the monster dick into my mouth without gagging. I took hold of Tom's' cock shaft about a third of the way down and began to wank it, as I opened my mouth and took the exposed, slimy glans between my lips. Tom' must have realised my problem as well because he took over wanking his shaft and just held his cock head on my tongue. He had been closer to cumming than I thought because t was only a few seconds later that my horny partner gasped ad then said quietly,
"Yes!! .. Yes!! .. oh fuck, yes!!!!!!"
I felt the warm creamy spunk land on my tongue and slide down towards my throat and I greedily swallowed as fast as I could. Like me, `Tom' leaned forward to brace himself against the wall as rope after rope of creamy cum fired into my mouth. I was proud of myself that I was able to take every drop of his load and managed not to spill any of it.
As `Tom' softened, he withdrew his dick from my mouth and, as he recovered his breath, he leaned back against the wall of the cubicle. As he did so, he smiled at me and said, quietly,
"Thanks, `Steve', that was great. I hope I can see you again, if you'd like that."
I did not need a second to make up my mind and nodded enthusiastically but then whispered in reply,
"What do you think? Of course, I'd love to but I go back to boarding school at the weekend."
`Tom' took the news well and then replied after a moment's thought,
"How about this time on Friday, then?"
I nodded my consent and then `Tom' said,
"Well, we better get straight and head off, separately of course. You go first and I'll see you here at the same time on Friday. I'll try not to be late this time!! Thanks for today, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
I grinned broadly and stated the obvious,
"You know I did!! It's I who should be thanking you!! I can hardly wait until Friday either!!"
We were soon appropriately dressed for the outside and after we had opened the door carefully, `Tom' stood back and made room for me to get out of the cubicle. As I squeezed past him, my horny friend could not resist giving my now-hidden dick a gentle fondle which made it instantly harden, but both of us knew there was no time then to do anything about it.
I walked out of the toilets and picked up speed down the path to the gate and turned out onto the road. As I did so, I all but collided with an older man coming the other way. This guy gave me a friendly smile and a quizzical look as he passed me by and I was set to wonder if he was the Dave' from the toilet wall. My curiosity was aroused when I noticed him heading straight towards the park toilets from which Tom' had yet to emerge. Time was not on my side and so I had to abandon the idea of following him to see whether I was right, abandon it at least for that day, but maybe not forever.
Two days later, Tom' and I had our second meeting and this time I insisted on doing him first and he happily and readily agreed. Again, time was apparently of the essence and so we had a repeat of the previous time but satisfying and stimulating all the same. After we had finished I looked at Tom' and said,
"Will you tell me something?"
"Sure," Tom said, "What do you want to know?"
I pointed to the chart on the wall and asked,
"Have you ever met `Dave' here?"
"No," Tom replied rather too quickly, but I did not press the matter again.
I accepted the response on face value and left matters at that. Before we parted, `Tom' and I agreed to meet next time I was staying in the area and arranged a means of getting in touch that would be a secret between us.
As things turned out, it was some time before I next returned to my Great Aunt and Uncle's house but, full of enthusiasm, I rode over to the next village and went straight to the park. Imagine my horror when I saw that the old toilets had been closed and a temporary portable toilet put there in its place. This was the first time, but by no means the last, that I learned the frustration of toilet sex. I never got to see Tom' again, nor did I ever meet Dave' but the thrill of meeting people in toilets was embedded into me that holiday. I came to enjoy the waiting game and even more the exciting and anonymous encounters that often followed.
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