Oral in the John
I was 15 and lived in Canterbury, one evening after getting off the bus from Herne Bay I started the 10-minute walk to my home. My journey took me through the Dane John gardens, I was busting for a pee so called in at the public toilets in the gardens, it was about 10 o’clock on a warm summers evening. It was the first time I had been into the toilets, it was a small loo in the corner of the car park about ten foot square with a concrete urinal across one wall and a single stall on the opposite wall. While relieving myself I started reading the graffiti on the walls, lots of drawings of cocks and male figures dressed in stockings and suspenders bent over being fucked from behind. I’m obviously not the only male who likes to wear stockings I thought.
My cock started to swell as I studied the drawings and graphic text. As I stood there wanking myself a single cough came from the stall behind me, I looked over my shoulder at the door and saw a hole, another cough, I turned fully round so that whoever was in the stall was able to see me pulling on my hard cock and massaging my balls. I was so excited at the thought that a stranger was watching me, then a finger pocked through the hole in the door, being young and naive I had no idea what this meant, the finger wiggled up and down then disappeared back through the hole. Walking the three steps to the door I bent down to look through the hole, all I could see was a mouth with a tongue licking it’s lips, a voice said “I want your big cock” I pushed the door but it remained fixed “Put it through the hole” the voice said.
Being a good boy and a bit of a sissy I did as I was told, my heart raced with excitement and the sheer thrill of not knowing what would happen next, or maybe it was the thought of someone walking in and finding me pushed flat against the door with my cock through the hole and my balls squashed against the cold wood.
I felt my mystery man pull back my foreskin revealing my throbbing head, I could feel his hot breath on my cock and he whispered “Mmm, lovely” then felt his warm mouth and wet tongue take the length of my shaft in to his mouth, slowly traveling up and down in a slow soft motion. “God he’s sucking my cock” I said to myself. He pulled back the foreskin of my swollen head and licked around its base and poked the end of his tongue into the eye of my head, then along the underside seam, around the base of the head again before closing his lips over the head sucking it strongly before again taking the whole of my hard aching cock beep into his warm luscious mouth.
Not being able to see my pleasure giver made it a total sensual act that I had never experienced before.
My legs began to tremble where I was on tip toes pushing my balls as hard as I could against the hole, the pleasure was so intense and was increasing with every second of the unseen mouths fucking motion, I could feel my balls tighten then cock grew harder as my climax heightened to the point where I could not hold it back any longer, my rock hard cock twitched and I shot my hot spunk into the ever eager mouth, Spurt after spurt he kept sucking and drinking my spunk wave after wave till I had no more to give, still he kept fucking my cock with his mouth, I could take no more and had no choice but to pull out of the hole. I looked down at my glistening hard cock with its swollen purple head and just lent against the door taking in what had just happened, and the reality of just how incredible an experience I had just undergone. I put my still hard cock back inside my jeans and left the toilet. I walked across the park and sat on a bench exhausted but intrigued to see the person that had performed the most amazing sexual experience of my life to date.
After 5 minutes of watching a tall thin man in his 60s, with a shock of grey hair appeared at the top of the steps leading from the toilets, so this was my mystery pleasure giver. I just sat and watched him walk down the avenue of trees until he disappeared from sight, I sat a little longer just pondering how incredible that had been, and I wanted more.
A few days later I returned to the park and went into the toilets but there was no one in the stall so I waited in the park for my gent to appear, no such luck, maybe he was just passing through Canterbury, who knows. I went back to the park every evening hoping to find him the on the 9th day I saw my gent strolling down through the avenue of trees, I watched him disappear down the steps into the toilets, I waited 5 minutes then followed him down the steps and into the loo, massaging my cock as I went to ready myself for him.
As before he was in the stall and as before I stood at the urinal opposite the door and started to pump my cock hard in anticipation, he gave his usual cough and again I turned around to show off my erect cock and balls I stood there wankig slowly waiting for his invitation to appear at the hole. The finger poked through and I walked towards the door, only this time he slid the door bolt and opened the door a couple of inches, I gently pushed the door open, there sat my gent dressed only in black stockings and a satin basque wanking his hard cock. I closed the door behind me, peeled off my t-shirt and dropped my jeans and pants to the floor. He took hold of my erect cock and pulled the foreskin back and licked its glossy head, he reached in to his jacket pocket hanging on the wall and pulled out a white handkerchief, I was I little shocked and stood opened mouthed as he took out his false teeth, wrapped them in the handkerchief and popped them in his jacket pocket, he looked up at me and smiled and said “you like it smooth, don’t you” with that he licked his lips and started licking my now bulging head, again licking around the base of the head before taking my entire cock into his mouth right down to its base, after a few full length strokes he pulled his mouth of my cock and started licking the underside working his way down to my balls, he licked all round my balls the sucked them both into his mouth then started wanking my cock gently. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt, I just lent against the wall with my arms stretched up and my eyes close letting the feeling of sheer pleasure wash over me. I thought this man is the master in the art of cock sucking. He turned his attention back to sucking my cock mixing long full length strikes with harder head sucking pulls it was the harder head pulls that made the head swell and throb as my foreskin became so tight it became fixed behind my now purple head. He kept teasing me by pulling his mouth off me cock and holding it open just an inch away whispering “come on boy fuck my mouth like its your girlfriends cunt”
I thrust my cock deep into his mouth and pumped the full length backward and forwards watching it as I fucked his mouth. As I was pumping back and forth he reached up and pinched my nipples which heightened my pleasure to a new level, I kept on fucking his mouth till I was almost at the brink of ejaculating “pinch harder” I said and as he did I was at the point of no return, as I fucked harder he squeezed my nipples harder and I shot my load deep into the back of his mouth, he squeezed harder and I could hear him swallowing my spunk Spurt after Spurt. I kept fucking and fucking till I couldn’t anymore, sweat was running down my chest, legs trembling and my cock was throbbing. I couldn’t believe how incredible that was. I’ve never experience such pleasure and it set me on a quest to try every kind of sexual pleasure. I met up with my gent three more times to repeat our liaison only those times I would wear my stockings and suspenders as we both had a penchant for them.
He never showed up for our fourth planned liaison and I never saw him again at the Dane John. I will always remember him and the pleasure he gave me.