Toilet sex at St. Ives

About six years ago, when I was 17, my parents went down to St. Ives for the August bank holiday weekend to stay with my aunt and uncle. I was going to stay at home but since my girlfriend at that time was away doing her geography fieldwork, I thought it might be worth taking a look at St. Ives and maybe try a bit of surfing with my cousin, Rob.

As it happened, Rob was away that weekend - I think he'd had to go up to University to sort out a house with his mates or something - so I was piss bored. The weather was hot but the sea was really calm so I couldn't even make a tit of myself by trying to learn how to surf. I was stuck in St. Ives with fuck all to do.

I decided to wander about and see what I could find to do for the few days I was there. The shops in St. Ives are pretty cool, actually. Loads of cool surfer gear. But so expensive. A half-decent pair of sunglasses is like £50, and so, what with me being a parasitic student back then, I couldn't really afford to make myself look as hot as I wanted.

I wandered along a couple of the beaches. It was a hot day: very still and humid. I talked to a girl who was sitting on her own and thought for a while I might pull. She was also at Cornwall with her parents, but in her case for a two week holiday (yikes), and she wanted someone to go out with in the evenings. We talked about where we might go and which bars looked cool, but then she suddenly became really weird, made some insultingly transparent excuse, and then just legged it. I was kind of freaked out. I kept wondering what I might have said to make her think I was a rapist or axe murderer or some such thing. Annoying part was that she was really fucking drab and I normally wouldn't have even looked twice at her. I'd been thinking how lucky she must be feeling to have a 6 foot blond sporty guy like me to be sniffing around her.

Anyway, I walked around some more. It was Saturday so the town was heaving by the middle of the afternoon and I walked out of town to get some space and to cool off. Another girl looked me over as I walked past her. Looked over my well-toned body, nicely proportioned from playing basketball, but when I looked back at her she was talking to some dweeby ginger guy who'd come out from a shop.

I called into a gents toilet which, as I remember it, was sort of near the station. Compared to the hot day ouside, the inside of the small building was cold and dark. Clipping my sunglasses to my teeshirt, I headed over to take a piss at the urinal, which was basically a long trough against one of the walls of the building. I pulled my cock out but, before I started pissing, I became aware that another guy was standing in the shadows at the far end of the urinal. Just standing there, like me, looking like he was about to take a piss.

Now, I get kind of nervous when I have to piss in front of people I don't know. Not sure why that is - once I start pissing, I have no problem if someone comes in. It's just that if there's someone there, I can't get started for some reason. Had I seen him as I'd walked in, I'd have gone into one of the stalls to take a piss. But now I was at the urinal, it seemed kind of prissy to go into the stalls. As I was trying to think of things that would get me flowing, like waterfalls and dripping taps, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the other guy was rubbing his dick. I guess I was kind of innocent back then, but I figured he must be having trouble taking a piss like me and was just dreamily pulling on his foreskin while he was waiting for something to happen. He continued slowly rubbing, though, and this explanation became less and less convincing to me. I was interested in what was going on by now, so I decided to take a look at him.

I turned my head and stared directly at him. He wasn't looking at me but I could tell he knew I was there and looking at him. I just had that feeling. He looked too posed to be oblivious to me. First thing I noticed was that he was wearing a cool teeshirt. Don't ask me what it was, I just remember thinking "Cool". He looked about 19 or 20. He had really short dark hair. It was skinhead length around his back and sides but slightly longer on top. He was tall and looked quite hard, like he'd kicked in a few heads in his time. He had dark jeans on and black boots. His cock was poking out of the front of his jeans and was hard. It pointed upwards and looked really straight. It also looked quite thick and long. It was much thicker at its base, where his pubic hair bushed outwards from his flies, and sort of tapered towards his bell end. I noticed that his balls were also poking out from his flies: the skin of them was stretched tight. As I looked, his right hand slowly pulled his foreskin backwards and forwards over his bell end. All the time he was staring at his own cock. He seemed to really enjoy what he was doing - he was totally immersed in it.

I felt a bit embarrassed at this point. I felt like I shouldn't be watching this guy masturbate. He seemed to be enjoying his private pleasure and I felt I shouldn't be intruding on that. I thought, "Well if he wants to take a wank at the john, why shouldn't he?" But I wanted to get out of there and leave him to it.

A stringy gob of spit came out of his mouth and landed straight on the top of his dick head. His mouth moved, gathering more spit, and he did it again. Happier to have this lubrication, his hand speeded up a bit, sweeping up and down his length, his foreskin covering and uncovering the redness of his bell.

He didn't look at me at all during all this. Just pulled himself off, apparently not even noticing I was there.

Another guy walked in. I got back to looking forwards in case he should think something was going on between us. I felt quite awkward - remember this kind of stuff wasn't my thing at all. The newcomer came and stood between me and the guy with the crew cut, a couple of feet separating him from us. He fumbled with the front of his shorts, pulled out his cock and then the three of us just stood there in a row with our cocks out, apparently waiting to piss. I was getting quite tense about this. It was a bit too surreal for me. There was no way I was going to be able to piss now so I thought I'd just wash up and get out of there.

As I put my cock away, I turned to face the other two guys, trying to look as casual as I could. The new guy looked in his early 20s and had lightly curled blond hair sticking out from beneath a Nike baseball cap. He was a wearing a tie-dye teeshirt and purple gym shorts. He was quite tall - taller than me and the guy with the crew cut. I'd say he was about 6 foot 3 maybe. He'd pulled his cock and balls out and tucked the wasteband of his shorts underneath his ball sack. His cock was much whiter than his lightly tanned arms and legs. It was slightly hard and stood up slightly above his big thickly haired balls. His foreskin was slightly pulled back and I could see his piss slit and the end of his bell. It was a pretty good size, even though it wasn't totally hard. I suppose I stared at it, actually, because it looked like it would get quite big.

As I looked, he put his hand gently around the base of his cock and carressed his balls with his fingers. His thumb tenderly rubbed the area where his cock joined his body. As he did so, it grew a little longer and his foreskin rolled back a little more, exposing more of his bell.

At that point, I turned away. I went over the sink to wash my hands. I was thinking, "What the fuck is this? Why aren't they pissing? What's going on?" It seemed like a bizarre practical joke - like they were part of some twisted version of Candid Camera. At the same time, though, I felt curious as to what they would do next.

As I was drying my hands with the paper towels, I turned around to look at them again. Now I could just see their backs. The blond guy's right elbow was moving in rhythm and he was obviously pumping at his dick. He stared forwards, apparently looking at the wall in front of him. The other guy was watching the blond guy's cock, his own elbow working away at his own cock.

Now that I was at the skin I felt a bit safer and I was allowing myself to get more and more interested in watching these two cool dudes masturbating themselves. The blond guy turned around to face me and, still jerking his now hard cock, looked me up and down. I guess I just gawped back at him, looking like a bit of a tit because I had no idea what the fuck was going on. He walked over to one of the cubicles, his long hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. It looked really big but remember I'd only really seen other guys' limp dicks in the showers at school and stuff, so I wasn't really in any position to make comparisons. It curved upwards from the front of his shorts - it looked totally different from the way the other guy's straight dick had looked at the urinal.

He looked into the cubicle and then turned back to the crew cut guy. He pointed into the cubicle with his hand (his cock was already pointing the way for him, so I don't know why he bothered!), and the crew cut guy, who was still at the urinal but had half-turned to face him, nodded. Crew cut then walked forwards and into the cubicle. His cock still poked out from the front of his jeans, still hard and still pointing straight as it had before. As he walked past the blond guy he gave a little sly smile. It looked really cool to see these two big hot-looking guys walking around in a public toilet with hard dicks poking out in front of them.

When crew cut was in the cubicle the blond guy followed him in. I walked forward to see what they'd do but one of them closed the door and I heard the bolt snap across.

I just stood there wondering what to do. I wanted to see what these two guys were doing in there. Part of me wanted to be involved but - remember I was young and sweet back then - I felt worried and didn't want to risk getting beat up by the two of them. This was way more scary than anything I'd ever done. These two guys just wanted sex and had gone to have some together: you can't compare that to checking out the local pussy in the pub like me and mates would have done. I just had no idea about how I should act. I had no idea about why I even wanted to act - I'd never even considered that this kind of thing happened, never mind thought about getting involved in it.

Looking back, I sometimes wonder why the two of them didn't invite me in with them. I think maybe I looked a bit cissy in my surfboy vest and Ralph Lauren shorts. Looked a bit too nancyboy for them. They were both really straight-looking cool-acting guys. Kind of guys you wouldn't have thought could be gay if you saw them in the street. So I think, ironically, that I looked too queer for them even though I was the only straight guy in the building right then!

I could hear clothes being taken off in the cubicle. There was a lot of movement. The sounds of feet moving on the floor. I walked into the next cubicle and closed the door. I searched the partition between me and them for a hole or something I could look through. There was loads of graffiti, loads of names, loads of invitations for "cock fun", but no hole. I had to see what they were doing. The partition wasn't too high and I considered standing on the toilet seat and looking over the top of it. What if they got pissed off? Would I look like a dirty old man, getting off by spying on other people? Sod it, I thought, I'll risk it. I stood on the toilet seat and looked over the top of the partition. It wasn't too high so I got a good view.

The first thing that hit me about the two was the passion. They were absolutely devouring each other. They looked like they really needed this - especially the crew cut guy who was sucking on the blond guy's cock when I first looked over. He was kneeling on the floor with his back to the john, and he sucked that big cock like he was hungry to taste whatever was dripping out of it. His mouth swept up and down on the cock and the blond guy held crew cut's head with one hand and rubbed up and down his naked arched back with the other. Blond guy didn't see me because his head was facing upwards and his eyes were closed. His mouth was wide open.

Both of them had taken off their teeshirts. The blond guy had also taken off his shorts and underpants. I saw them - pretty hot looking YSL boxer briefs - lying on the top of the cistern. Crew cut still had his jeans on around his ankles and since he was servicing blond guy's cock, I couldn't see much of him. The blond guy had a hairless chest. His body was actually really hot - he had a well-proportioned chest and nicely bulging arms. He wasn't too muscular and he certainly didn't have a six pack - he just looked like he played a lot of sport and kept himself in shape.

Crew cut pulled away from blond guy's dick suddenly and stood up. He slowly jerked his own dick a bit, maybe to make it harder. The blond guy turned to look at him and saw me watching them. He looked a bit surprised and, seeing his expression, crew cut turned to look at me as well. The idea of me watching obviously didn't piss them off, and they looked at each other. The blond guy pointed at his dick and whispered, "Suck it man". Crew cut said, in a deeper voice, "No suck mine".

Blond guy obviously figured this was fair and he got on his knees and started sucking the other guy's cock. His head bobbed inwards and outwards but he lacked much of the enthusiasm that crew cut had shown. I noticed, though, that one of his hands crept around to crew cut's butt and worked its way inside his crack. He rubbed his hand up and down and then started moving it in and out around the area where crew cut's hole would be. Crew cut said, quietly, "Oh yeah."