Saturday 15 August 2020

This brings back memories.

 

It may have been uncomfortable - and it sure-as-shit was - but when offered the chance to suck cock even though you couldn't see the guy's face (which is frequent enough anyway), who among us in their right mind would turn down that gift of a chance?

I found my favourite public shithouse for doing this under-the-cubicle-partition activity at the unfortunate moment in time when just as it was becoming a regular feature of my cruising visits, when I went there one evening I found the space between the bottom of the partition and the floor had been blocked off with metal sheeting actually rivetted into the floor - and they'd done the same with all the five cubicles, so it must have become found out just how 'popular' these toilets were for a certain purpose. The toilets were on the side of a park and, like all public toilets in this country (unlike a lot of American toilets - at least if gay porn videos are anything to go by) they always had doors in each cubicle, usually with a bolt, which often had been vandalised, of course. So on discovering the disappointment that this 'official vandalism' had done, it brought to a speedy end my brief involvement with a superb location for casual sex with a stranger whose face one couldn't see. Yet worse was to come. Within a mere few weeks those toilets were actually closed down completely! I can only assume that the authorities in question had become aware of the full extent of the 'depravity' going on in their 'property' and felt they had to put a stop to it (fuckin' spoilsports!).

Incidentally on the other side of this same park there was another set of toilets with just two shit-cubicles but with no space below their adjoining partition. It was also in these same toilets when, while I was scribbling an encouragingly horny message with marker pen on the wall above the piss-stalls, a cop came in and caught me in the act, pen in one of my hands, something else in the other - and resulting in a highly embarrassing questioning. When he came over and read what I'd been writing (actually only for the pissers to read and be amused or 'stimulated' by ) it was one of those several moments in my life where I'd wished the Earth would open up and swallow me whole 😡. I never bothered to tell him that the crude drawing above where I'd been writing, of two ballock-naked men engaged in a 69 double-suck, was also mine, having been drawn on a previous visit with a different pen. 

Sometimes the effect of feeling randy entices one into taking risks one would otherwise have been more careful about, doesn't it? 
(I've mentioned this particular cop encounter briefly in a fairly recent posting. There's still quite a few more to tell of).

















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