I'm fuckin' gagging for the tongue of some randy guy - a horny Indian chap would be fuckin' PERFECT!

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If only all or ANY of my public toilet visits were like this.

In my recent blog I told of an incident which went horribly wrong - at least it felt so at the time. Sometimes these visits to a public shithouse do go pretty well -or even brilliantly. But when things go right they are boring to relate. Over the years I've had quite a few scary experiences, some real close encounters with dangerous men and circumstances, not to mention the police. These are the incidents which are more interesting to write about. Though some of them scared me shitless when they happened, I have manage to escape pretty well unscathed. At least so far.
    So in future blogs, occasionally, I'll tell you about some of these times, some of which seem quite funny in hindsight, even though I came close to injury on a number of occasions. But when one is desperate for cock fun, and your todger is acting as your brain, sometimes you've just got to follow where it points, right?

Toilet relief?

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!

    

My todger is stiff and ready to shoot - all I need is a hole to put it in....

.....so either turn round and bend over - or get on your fuckin' knees RIGHT NOW, you little shit!!!

A fantasy sketch from my randy teenage years

I've unearthed this drawing I did when I was a youngster, while still (externally at least), a devout practicing Roman Catholic - and what a sex-crazed little bugger I must have been! I know that I would never have owned up in Confession to having drawn anything like this even though I knew that even just thinking of such things was a mortal sin, condemning me to everlasting Hell-fire torment. 
   This was at a time long before porn videos were available and even before porno magazines were easily obtainable. One had to order them from abroad, always with the very real risk of having the package opened and examined by the police - and often actually being charged with soliciting 'indecent' material, so it was a very oppressive and dangerous time when I didn't dare risk as much as some did. The only regular and marginally less dangerous means to gather porn material was from contacts written on walls of public shithouses - or to read the stories, looking at the drawings (while tossing yourself off) - and, as I did, to make one's own contributions to this 'artists and writers gallery' for others to appreciate. Sad times.
    I haven't shown this drawing to anyone before - and it would have been a shame to have kept it unseen. I never continued with sketching, though now wish I had. However, the subject of this drawing shows that my teenage imagination was pretty fertile - and I already  knew what was turning me on. Hope some of you like it too.