as attractive as the one stood before me and had masturbated with them out of politeness. I had even taken their penises into my mouth and tasted the sperm that they gave me and pretended to myself that I was grateful. But I had never been in a place I so dearly associated with erotic desire with someone so suited to my impressions of sexual want. My eyes were transfixed on his magnificent penis as he slowly started to run his hand back and forth over the long, thick shaft. His cock grew larger with every throb and stroke until he was holding a fully erect example of the most brilliantly flawless penis I had ever seen. It was then that I realised I was holding my own erection in my hand and now that it was clear what his intentions were I got over the initial shock of being caught masturbating in a public toilet by a total stranger and began to relax. Relax isn’t the right word because I was frantic with excitement over anticipation of what would happen next.

What happened next took a forever to happen because we watched each other masturbate for a long time. I sat there staring at his throbbing mass of lust for what seemed like eternity, totally oblivious in my heightened state of arousal to the outside world. I could have brought myself to orgasm at any time but I stalled the movement of my hand to delay the impending discharge of semen. I knew my post-ejaculation feelings would be those of guilt, embarrassment and worry at the sudden recognition of my situation when the erotic lust I was currently absorbed by instantly dissolved. He had to come first. I sucked saliva into my mouth and licked my lips in anticipation of being offered the chance to hold and take into my mouth his furious wand of pulsating flesh and taste the luscious fluid leaking from it’s eye. When he took a step forward I spread my lips wide in oral acceptance of his superb member. He paused holding his cock temptingly teetering inches from my waiting mouth. I heard him expel a few short audible breaths and extended my tongue, welcoming realisation of his imminent ejaculation.

The first spurt shot directly into my left eye, blinding me and leaving me to witness the subsequent gushes through tactile acknowledgement alone. Each of his spurts would have been at least double one of my own sperm releases and I expected each after the fifth to be the last and I had lost count by the time the cum pumping slowed to a dribble. I took hold of the beautiful cock and guided the head over the cum splattered all over my face. The disgustingly salty, warm taste of his sperm was subverted by the context and became a delicious cream that I gathered with a finger and savoured upon my tongue. He took his drooping cock back into his shorts and turned to leave the toilet cubical. He paused to look back at me, sitting on the toilet covered in cum, masturbating furiously. He turned back to face me and took his limp but still stunning penis back out of his shorts. I took off my shirt and continued masturbating while he pissed all over my lower body. He then left and I kept on stroking my erection until I poured my load of semen all over my stomach.

I dried myself off with my shirt and went home pretending I had not been showered with