Last Summer I wrote on some web-site (I'd thought it had been this one, but it seems not) about how I'd gone into a public toilet, looking for a bit of cock fun with any horny stranger or two and, while sitting in the cubicle, army surplus shorts round ankles and cock sticking up like a ramrod up in anticipation, had had the door suddenly kicked open by a couple of kids who filmed me in shock and then hurriedly trying to cover myself up. I was largely to blame for this mishap myself, because, to draw attention to my presence and to encourage any guy to look in out of curiosity, I'd written on the wall above the piss-stalls with a felt-tip pen - "IF THERE'S SOMEONE IN THE SHIT ROOMS HE'S SURE TO BE PLAYING WITH HIS COCK"". In addition, I'd left the door unbolted and slightly ajar. As I was sitting there, waiting for a randy-minded bloke to come in, me with a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, reading the dirty stories and jokes on the walls, I'd heard the footsteps of a couple of kids coming into the toilet, standing at the stalls and heard their piss splashing while whispering and giggling to each other. I couldn't hear what they were saying but their laughs were growing. Then there was a shuffling about, more whispering and sniggering - and suddenly, without warning, with a mighty kick the door flew back in my face and I was there looking aghast at a couple of young chaps, aged perhaps 13 or 14, laughing while one held his mobile, filming me sitting on the toilet in shocked reaction. Since both my hands were occupied I couldn't very well quickly hide my swollen hoosie till I put down my beer. My first reaction had been to push the door shut again but they only gave it another violent kick, almost breaking my knuckles, and getting another few seconds of me in stiff-cocked confusion. Then they ran out, both laughing wildly - and I was left there shaken, embarrassed, with todger rapidly losing its stiffness. My randy mood had disappeared. I got up, wiped my bum, pulled up my shorts and left the toilet.
It was only later when the horrific thought struck me that they would not only show the brief film to their friends for amusement, me with my face fully exposed (as well as my lower regions), but they would very likely post it on YouTube for the whole world, including people I know, to witness and to laugh at my humiliation. For a long time after this incident I dreaded finding it on that site or somewhere else - and I still occasionally nervously check to see if I can find it. So far I haven't discovered it - and do you know what? In place of a feeling of relief that, after all, it's not been posted (at least in any obvious place), there's actually a sense of
disappointment. I know even now that I'd hate it for my being exposed to everyone like that - but, even so, it would be oddly exciting. Even now my cock is twitching at the thought of it happening. Strange, isn't it? I almost feel
cheated that it hasn't happened. I think the only way to find out how I'd really react is for it to actually appear somewhere where I could watch it myself. If it doesn't I'll just have to go back to that same shit-house, armed with beer and ciggies, and sit in that same cubicle once more - hoping those same kids come back and give me a repeat experience!
