I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny. I had not masturbated for about three days because my girlfriend’s parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park, to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do. My girlfriend doesn’t know it but I love cock. Especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached kind I’ve now and then sought in public places known for that type of activity, I think they call it cottaging in England.

As I neared the old brick building in the far corner of the park I looked around and the only person in the park was a man on the other side of the park jogging. I skirted the fence and discreetly slipped inside the male side of the toilet. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close to orgasm. I love being in a filthy and depraved public place where many others had masturbated, met other men and masturbated together, shared semen and probably fucked.

I was reading a message written on the wall that detailed someone’s desire to have a total stranger suck his penis when the door to the toilet suddenly swung inward. The man I had seen jogging in the park stood in the open doorway looking down at where I sat holding my cock with a stunned expression on my face. There was no lock on the door. I thought I would hear someone entering the toilet block and if I did I would quickly pull my trousers up and act as though I was there too use the facilities for what they are intended, but he snuck in and I didn’t have the chance. I froze. He stood with a slight smile on his face and seemed to enjoy my panic. I went to pull up my trousers but he moved towards me and I sat back not knowing what to do in such a situation. He was tall and athletic looking with broad shoulders extending out of the singlet he wore. Through his tight fitting football shorts I could see a massive bulge and after he closed the door behind him I found myself staring at his crotch.

I looked up at the handsome stranger smiling down at me. My heart was racing, not only from the heightened state of sexual arousal my hand had brought myself to, but also from the sheer thrill of being naked from the waist down in a public toilet with an extremely sexually appealing man who was clearly willing to engage in sexual activity. He slid his hand down the front of his shorts and I watched as he took out a half erect penis that was beautiful, perfect and frighteningly enormous. Twice before I had met with strangers in public toilets and both of those occasions had been bitterly disappointing. I had met with men not nearly