Cottaging - Sex Stories

Cottaging

Cottaging was my introduction to this side of my sexuality. I discovered the various pornographic stories and the like on the local (though, unfortunately, no longer there) quay toilet walls and would regularly go in to read them and wank off. A couple of the cubicles had gloryholes and as much as I fantasized about using one I could never seem to time it right as far as having a willing partner next door. Then one day I went in to have a read and a wank and saw that one of the cubicle doors was locked and, as the ones with the gloryholes were well away from the main door, with plenty of suitable, genuine loos in between, I thought maybe it was my chance at last. I went in next door, my heart already racing, and immediately noticed that there was a piece of toilet paper partially blocking the hole on the other side side. Nervous as hell because it was my first time, and not knowing if the paper was a typical thing but not wanting to push it to far, I dropped my pants and sat down to see what would happen. As I said, the paper only partially covered the hole and I could see that the man next door was sat with his hand down between his legs with his cock down in the toilet bowl. You couldn't see his cock but the way his hand was moving it was obvious he was playing with himself. Figuring that if I could see him, he could see me, but still nervous of going too far, I simply copied him and the movement of his body made it clear he was watching me. Getting harder by the second, ...

... feeling so naughty yet turned on for doing this with a man in public, my heart was racing at what might happen. After a little while he eased back and popped his cock up and out. I'll never forget it, not too fat, just long, slim and smooth, and started slowly stroking it. Of course I copied him again, popping mine out and wanking, I was so aroused at seeing his cock, and having mine seen (I'd only ever played with a close friend up until then) I soon stopped caring about getting caught. The next thing I knew, he pulled the paper away from the hole so we could see each other properly and we both shifted forwards and watched each other wanking. Then he poked his finger through the hole (again, I'll always remember his long fingers and smooth hands) and beckoned me to put my cock through. I was horny, scared, desperate and a million other things at once but I'd dreamt about being played with by a total stranger through those gloryholes ever since I'd found them and this was my chance. I stood up and pushed my cock through. It was quite a big hole, large fist sized, and very rough around the edges, not smooth at all (I have used some that looked like they were done with an industrial drill, so clean was the cut!) and can clearly recall how the rough edges rubbed against my crotch and balls (the memory of which still turns me on) and I gasped, biting my lip, as he took me in his soft hand and started to slowly wank me off. It felt amazing and the thought of having it done by a ...