Stripped Naked in Public: Chapter 1

I was 17 (it was the mid 80s) and I'd just discovered the joys of cottaging. I'd had a few mutual wank n suck sessions in a couple of places and happened to find myself in a part of town I hadn't tried before (for those of you who know Edinburgh it was Costorphine - I think the public toilet's still there, but no idea if it's still a cottage.

I went into the toilets more in hope than expectation 'cos it seemed a pretty quiet part of town. There was an old guy at the urinal and one of the cubicle doors was shut, so I went to the furthest cubicle (next to the locked one) and sat down. There was some promising graffiti but disappointingly no gloryhole, however I did notice the shoes of the guy next door and wondered if he was in legitimately or cruising like me. After a minute or so the toilet next door flushed and he left. I heard the tap (there was only one sink) and the hand-dyer so decided to give him a look before he left.

The old guy was still at the urinal (I got a flash of his cock before he turned away) and there was a tall, blond guy (probably in his 30s, but as a 17 year old he was just an adult to me!) still drying his hands. So I washed my hands and waited for the dryer. The blond guy finished with it but just stood back and smiled at me as I dried my hands. I was guessing he'd seen that I hadn't even dropped my jeans in the cubicle so I wondered if we might be on.

I finished with the dryer and went over to the urinal; I stood at the end furthest from the door (and the old guy), unbuttoned my jeans (Levi 501s with a button fly - I still find button flies sexy!) and got my cock out. As I slowly worked it and got hard the blond guy walked over, put his hand on my chest and started feeling my nipples. He didn't unzip, he just stroked my chest. Then he spoke. Up til then every guy I'd met had either been my age or a very gentle older guy. This was the first time anyone had just told me what to do, and in the kind of voice that suggested he expected me to obey. He just said "Nice. Take your shirt off".

I was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans so I lifted the shirt over my head and put it behind my neck to expose my chest. He said, "No, take it right off".

I wasn't about to argue so I took it off and looked around for somewhere to put my shirt (other than the floor which was pretty filthy). He took the shirt from me and just tossed it onto the floor in front of the cubicle I'd been in.

Then he went back to groping my chest.

Next he said, "Give me your belt". It was a thick, waxy leather belt, with a square open buckle and a metal tip on the other end (I got it from the Next Accessories shop if you want to know - I still have it but as my waist is no longer 28" I can't wear it). So I slid the belt out of the loops of my jeans and handed it over. Then I reached down and undid the top button of my jeans so they sat open and my (now rock hard) cock could get out more easily. I was still stroking my cock so he told me to put my hands on my head. This was a new one for me but I obeyed.

He used the buckle of the belt to stroke my cock n balls (it felt amazing) and then he slid the buckle right over my cock and let the belt hang from it.

The he said, more gently this time "Take your jeans off for me". I was a bit nervous at this point. Standing in a toilet on s summer's day shirtless was one thing, but standing there in my pants with my cock out and a belt hanging on it was gonna be pretty hard to explain or hide if someone came in. However the old guy had moved closer and was grinning and nodding at me, so I decided it was probably safe enough. There were only the 3 of us there and nobody else had been in so far. So I slid my jeans down and attempted to get them off over my trainers.

It wasn't an elegant manoeuvre, trying to get 501s off with my trainers still on and without dropping the belt off my cock and he obviously lost patience and said in a slightly irritated tome "just take the shoes off". So I pulled my shoes off, stuffed the socks in them and stood up in just my pants. I dropped the jeans onto the shoes which I'd dumped beside my shirt.

AS I stood I put my hands back on my head. He pulled on the belt (still hanging on my cock) and said "that's better". Then I got a shock as the other end of my belt (with the metal still) smacked against my ass. I flinched, but said nothing so he gave me a couple more slaps and then dropped the belt and groped my ass. He slid his hand inside my pants and I felt his finger on my asshole. Then he pushed the back of my pants down to reveal my ass.

I looked across at the old guy who was grinning his head off and wanking away. I saw him start to jerk and he shot his load into the urinal next to me. I was aware that my cock was jerking up n down on its own and that if anyone touched it now then I'd probably cum.

As the old guy went to wash his hands, the blond guy slid my pants right down to my ankles and I just stepped out of them. While he was crouched beside me he grabbed the end of the belt and gave a few sharp tugs, grinning up at me as he did. I didn't say anything but I know I moaned or grunted - I cum pretty easily and this guy had me right on the edge.

Then it went a bit wrong - the old guy was using the hand drier and I suddenly realised someone was coming in the door. I hadn’t heard him walking up the path because of the hand drier. I grabbed my shirt, shoes n jeans as fast as I could and dived into the end cubicle shutting the door as I went in. I stood there for a moment, completely naked and barefoot wondering what to do. My first thought was to get dressed, at which point I realised I had no pants. So instead I slipped my trainers on (and stuffed the socks in my jeans pockets so I wouldn't lose them. My cunning plan was that if anyone saw my feet under the door they might assume I was wearing shorts!!

I stood there (still naked) and shaking for a moment, trying to hear what was happening. I lifted the belt off my (now softening) cock just as I heard the blond guy say, "come out... ...now!". So I carefully opened the door a little. Blond guy was standing right outside the door, there was another guy of similar age at the urinal and I saw my pants lying on the floor right in front of the urinal.

Blond guy pushed the door right open and said, more gently this time "come out and let us see you". He took hold of my wrist and guided me so I was standing with my back to the wall facing the door (urinals to the right or me, cubicles to the left) and lifted my hand back onto my head. I put the other hand up myself. He reached down, grabbed my balls and twisted, as I bent forwards in shock he leaned in and stuck his tongue down my throat. We stayed like that for what seemed ages - I could feel my cock getting hard again and he kept twisting my balls as we snogged.

Finally he stopped and stood back, grinning at me. The other guy at the urinal was now facing me, with cock out stroking it gently.

Blond guy stood and looked at me for a while and then said, "Let me see you cum". I hesitated for a moment, so he repeated the instruction and this time I grabbed my cock and started wanking. I wasn't so close now so it took a bit longer, but still not much before I started cumming and shot my load across the toilet floor.

He asked if it felt good, I mumbled a yes, and then he looked at my cum all across the floor (it had gone a fair distance. "Someone needs to clean this up” he said and kicked my pants into it. Again I hesitated and got a "Go on then" so I got on all fours and wiped my cum off the filthy floor with my pants. While I was there he gave my ass a few slaps, then said "good lad" and walked out. Leaving me naked with a total stranger wanking at the urinal.

I jumped into the cubicle, got dressed (commando) and left.

It's not the sleaziest experience I've ever had but I wanted to start with an early experience and this was the first time I'd met a guy who told me what to do. I just obeyed - a pattern I've repeated many times since - and found it a total turn on. I thought about it every time I wanked for some time after...