Go Ahead

Jesus, this was making me feel so incredibly horny!

And, better still, no-one had any idea of what was going on!

The whole scenario was so outrageous that I found myself smiling, even though I was so aroused by what we were doing.

Except one guy did know what was going on. One guy knew exactly was going on.

I don't know how long he'd been waiting for an opportune moment, but as soon as the coast was clear - which wasn't often and even then was only for a matter of seconds - I heard a tapping at my cubicle door.

The toilets were momentarily empty, bar him. We were in a brief lull of near-silence among the endless comings and goings.

He tapped again and then called out irritably, "Come on, let me in!"

I glanced over to the cubicle door and saw a very narrow gap between the door and the surround. Through it, an eye was peering in and whoever it was who was standing out there, knocked more firmly for me to open the door.

He spoke again: "Come on, mate! This place will be busy again any second!"

I knew that if I was going to act, I had to do so now. I was aware that this could potentially be some sort of set-up - that the guy standing outside could prove to be a security guard or cop - but at the same time, what if it wasn't? What if he was, as was far more likely, some horny bloke like me who wanted to join in with our fun?

Taking a risk I knew I could end up regretting, I reached over and slid the catch on the door open.

He came in quickly and, as he was closing the door behind him, two guys burst into the toilets making the outer door bang against the wall. They were talking loudly and stomped over to the urinals together.

The man who'd just come into my cubicle grinned at me as he watched me being fucked through the hole in the partition. I didn't resume masturbating now that he was standing alongside me: for some ridiculous reason it would have seemed vulgar.

He was, like me, wearing a suit, but his was grey whereas mine was black. He probably called into the bus station toilets most mornings to take a pee and see what else might be on offer. He must casually glance through the gap around the door to see what was going on inside.

These toilets, I mused, were quite a find: there was more activity going on in them than was usually happening in the park. Perhaps there was so little graffiti here because the men in these cubicles were kept far too engaged with one another for writing on walls and partitions. It occurred to me that the most active public toilets might have, counter-intuitively, the least evidence of the pleasures they were host to.

I made a mental note of that observation: it could prove most useful.

The guy in the suit came over and whispered to me, his voice almost undiscernible over the top of the talking of the other two blokes, "You look hot!"

I chuckled at him, working my bum against the partition as my cock arched upwards between my legs. "It feels pretty hot!" I replied.

He grinned and said, "I'll make it feel even hotter!"

Then he knelt down in front of me and took my cock head in his mouth. He didn't release his own, as I might have expected, but seemed to enjoy the act of orally pleasuring another man without feeling any need to stimulate himself.

As he'd indicated, the position of being both fucked and sucked did indeed prove to be hotter than just the former had.

More men came into the toilets, their noise and bustle intensifying my pleasure once again. Now, not only did I have some random bloke's cock hammering away between my butt-cheeks with all these other people unaware and just feet away, but I was also sliding my throbbing hard-on into a second stranger's mouth!

I looked down at him as he sucked me. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever had, I have to say, and, although I grabbed his head and acted like I was loving it, the feel of his mouth on my cock wasn't especially pleasurable. Indeed, just like the fucking I was receiving, I was far more turned on by what we were doing here behind the closed cubicle doors with so many other men coming and going.

His hair was quite grey but I suspected he was about the same age as me. He might even be a little bit younger. I noticed that his tie was truly hideous: if ever I had brought such a monstrosity home, Jake would have taken it out into the back garden and ceremoniously burned it.

He pulled off my cock and stood up again. He grinned at me broadly like he was proud of the blowjob he'd just delivered, and so I smiled and nodded as if I'd really enjoyed it.

"You have a lovely big dick," he whispered. Men were always so appreciative of my generous anatomy.

He said, his voice a little louder now that the hand-dryer was going again, "Let me have a turn!"

I didn't know what he meant so he clarified, "Let me get fucked by lover boy in there... you can suck my dick!"

I smiled. This place really was turning out to be a lot of fun. I'd have to encourage Jake to book tickets through the Go-Ahead website more often.

I pulled away from the partition and for a few seconds - it seemed like longer - the cock protruding through the hole kept thrusting upwards as if its owner hadn't noticed there was no longer an orifice on the end of it.

When he did realise he was no longer fucking anything, and while the guy in the suit was hitching his trousers and underpants down and applying a thick gob of spit to his arsehole, he called out with some urgency something which sounded like, "Davai! Davai!"

Now prepared to be fucked, the suited guy grinned at me again and we changed places. I have to say the condom looked pretty grim from where it had been, but that didn't seem to bother him. He positioned himself in front of the partition, facing forwards with his bum level with the hole in it, grabbed the cock poking through it, and pushed it between his flabby-looking buttocks, waddling like a duck as he worked it up into his arse.

"Oh God!" he said to me, his eyes sparkling with delight. "You really have no idea how much I need this!"

I suddenly realised he sounded as camp as hell. For a guy who was likely to be gay, he'd given a surprisingly substandard blowjob.

He put his hands on his knees, just as I had, and started pumping the cock with his backside, working his hips back and forth to meet the Eastern European guy's thrusts. I saw that he was standing on tip-toes: he wasn't as tall as I am.

His cock was stiff and bobbing around between his legs. It was much smaller than average but fully aroused. It had a nice dark red head which was a lovely mushroom shape.

His balls were disproportionately large but pulled up close to his body rather than dangling low the way mine do. It looked like they were straining against his tightly-stretched scrotum, bloated and full with his pent-up seed: perhaps like the Eastern European guy, he'd waited too long for sexual release.

I glanced further down at the trousers and underwear he'd hitched down around his ankles. He was wearing turquoise Andrew Christian briefs with bright purple piping. Yes, he was definitely gay.

He grinned at me again and whispered, "I wish I'd brought my lube!"

Thinking perhaps he was hinting that I might have some he could use, I just shrugged. I didn't.

Although I now kept heartburn tablets in my car to settle my stomach after swallowing too much semen, I wasn't yet at the stage of carrying tubes of lube into public toilets with me. Maybe soon, but not just yet.

As I watched this stranger getting butt-fucked in front of me, I found myself wondering why I hadn't offered to rim him before he'd pushed his arse up against the partition. I could have done it while I'd been getting fucked myself: had him stand in front of me while I was bending down, his bare arse in my face so that I could have made his chute nice and wet.

Jesus Christ, it was the obvious thing to have done. How could I have been so stupid for it not to have occurred to me?

My son was right, I thought to myself. I could be such a drongo sometimes.

He whispered expectantly, "Suck my dick! Come on!" His voice sounded loud as the toilets suddenly seemed to have emptied again. No doubt more men would barging in through the outer door at any minute.

I was about to kneel down in front of him, just as he had with me, but I realised I didn't want to do that. Now that the idea of rimming an arse had presented itself to me, I was much keener to experience getting my face pressed into a butt. It is, after all, for me at least, the most exciting of male-to-male sexual activities: very much the 'Tesco Finest' on the broad and varied shelf of homosexual delights.

As the suited guy's bum was in use by the condom-clad cock lunging in and out through the hole, there was only one other obvious contender for me to offer my services to.

I pulled up my underwear and trousers, much to his evident disappointment, and then peered out through the crack between the door and the surround. As I'd suspected, the toilets were fleetingly empty again.

I opened the door as the suited guy called over to me, "Come on, mate! Don't go. I'll suck you again if you like!"

I ignored him and let myself out, back into the main toilet area. The door I'd just vacated was brusquely locked shut behind me.

I knew I had just a few seconds to persuade my Eastern European friend to let me in with him before more men started coming into the toilets.

I tapped on his door and whispered, "Let me in!"

How would you say that in Russian, I wondered?

I heard a man shouting something outside of the toilets. A loud voice, becoming clearer as he got closer: calling across to someone that he'd just be a minute; he needed the loo.

I knocked more loudly at the door of the cubicle, "Come on, open up!"

The outer door of the toilets swung open but the guy didn't yet come in. He was holding the door open while he called out, "Literally, one minute! Half a minute! You can wait that long, can't you?"

I knocked again, "Come on! I'll... I'll..."

What could I say? How could I tempt him?

I plumped for the truth: "I'll lick your arse!"

To my surprise the red 'Engaged' sign clicked to a green 'Vacant'.

You're not so vacant, I thought. You know a good time when it's offered.

I hurried into the cubicle as the guy outside pushed into the toilets. Whoever he'd been talking to must have agreed to wait.

The Eastern European bloke in the cubicle was standing side-on, still thrusting his hips against the partition as his cock slid in and out of the buttocks that were pressed against the hole. He'd hitched his grey tracksuit bottoms down around his thighs, but his faded boxer briefs were still covering his backside.

He eyed me up suspiciously.

He was young but looked much rougher than I expected. He had several days' growth of stubble on his face and his hair hadn't seen a bottle of shampoo in at least a week.

I closed the door behind me and slid the catch back across to lock it.

I threw him a small smile.

He didn't smile back, but just kept staring at me with distrust. I realised he had no idea that I was the man he'd just been fucking. He probably thought he was still using the same arse as he had from the beginning. After all, to some men, one butt-fuck is the same as any other.

"You lick ass," he demanded in a coarse whisper once the man outside had started noisily pissing.

For all his unkempt appearance, I noticed his teeth were pristine.

I nodded, feeling more interested to see his cock from this angle, driving in and out of the gay guy's arse crack on the other side of the partition and with the condom pulled down to the base. I could now appreciate why, in spite of the length of his organ, he hadn't been able to penetrate me very deeply: he could only get top half of it through the hole in the partition because of the toilet roll dispenser which was in the way. If I'd had the sense to invite him around to join me in my cubicle, I could see that I would have had my bowels much more satisfyingly filled.

"You lick ass," he repeated.

I smiled again as more people came into the toilets. "I do indeed," I told him. "Amongst other talents."

He seemed uninterested in that and just yanked the back of his underwear down to reveal his squat, hairy buttocks. "You lick."

I walked over to where he was standing and knelt down behind him. I'd have to be very careful with how I played this: I didn't want to freak him out by making it clear that I wanted to rim his arsehole until he was more at ease with the idea of having another man licking his buttocks. Some straight men feel threatened at the idea of being penetrated by another man's tongue: I'd have to take things very slowly with my foreign friend here or risk having him expel me from the cubicle with a curt "Dosvidaniya!"

Feeling that I wasn't moving fast enough for him, he jabbed his finger towards his bare bum more urgently.

"Lick now! Lick now!"

He certainly had a way with words.

I muttered, "A simple 'Go ahead' would suffice."

I moved my face forwards towards his buttocks and sniffed at them with some trepidation. Like his cock, his backside was robustly odorous, although I suspected that most of the intensely pungent scent I could smell was coming from the well-worn seat of his underwear. Encouraged, I leaned in further towards him and sniffed more closely at his thickly forested arse-crack. Its smell was strong and more crude than I would ordinarily prefer, but not without its own idiosyncratic appeal.

Still afraid of alarming him or rushing into anything he might consider beyond my remit, I started gently licking the hairy cheeks of his bum while avoiding the alluring crack which it was my intention to steadily work towards.

He seemed, however, quite dissatisfied by my approach.

He grabbed me by the back of the head, grunted, "Lick hole! Lick hard!" and, with his other hand yanking his left buttock away from the right, shoved my face forcefully into his splayed crack.

It was an invitation I found it difficult to refuse. Apart from anything else, he held my head far too strongly for me to even try. Not that I made any attempt to pull away.

Instead, I started lapping into his cleft as he pushed my face as hard as he could into him, pleasantly surprised that good fortune seemed to have smiled on me and that I'd found myself a fellow enthusiast of the 'Tesco Finest' range.

His was a rough-smelling arse - bracingly bitter with a distinctly garlic edge to it - but once I'd recovered from the initial shock of having my face so violently applied to it, I found the sensation of nuzzling into such an effluvious part of this demanding, uncouth man extremely arousing.

As he ground my face into his coarse, hairy backside and as I sniffed and then licked at his hot, sticky hole, I managed to unzip myself and work my cock out through my fly and started wanking myself with excitement at the sheer power of his bum stink.

I heard him laugh when he saw what I was doing as I rimmed him.

"You like! You like dirty ass on your face!"

He pulled away from the hole in the partition - the gay guy wouldn't be too pleased with that - and raised one foot up onto the toilet seat. Then, with his arse cheeks spread more widely by his new position, he rubbed my face up and down against the crack of his backside.

I nuzzled into him, allowing him to use me as profanely as he wanted, licking at his dank, furry cleavage as my nose and mouth swept back and forth along its length. His taste was intense: more powerful and uncompromising than any bum I'd had my face stuck into, and all the more exquisite for being so.

I heard the used condom land with a slap onto the tiled floor, and then his body started vibrating and I realised he was masturbating. I couldn't see how he was doing it because he kept my face steadfastly attached to his rear, rubbing it up and down against him like he would a piece of toilet paper.

I never got to see what his preferred technique was. Shame.

I heard the gay guy whispering through the hole in the partition: "Let me suck your dick!"

I wasn't sure which of us he was directing that at: it didn't really matter because we both ignored him.

I was greatly enjoying what we were doing but finding that the way this guy kept moving around was making it difficult to actually stick my tongue into his hole and rim him properly. Every time I would try, he would spread his legs more widely or bend over further to push his bum more firmly into my face, or he would grapple my head this way or that, apparently revelling in being able to treat another man with such vulgar disregard.

I wanted to pull away from him and call out, "Just let me lick your arsehole, for Christ's sake!" but he held me far too strongly for me to have any hope.

The gay guy called in again - the noise of the hand-dryer helping to conceal his voice from the men outside - "Let me in and you can fuck me while he rims you! Come on, mate! You'll love it!"

It occurred to me that he hadn't realised that my brawny friend here had very little English. The Eastern European guy probably didn't even know the meaning of the word 'rim'.

After another minute or so of what proved to be an exhilarating (but endlessly frustrating) struggle to rim this foreigner's aromatic backside, he pulled away from me and turned to look at down at me crouching behind him with my cock out.

"You like smell ass?" he whispered, as if wanting to assure himself that he wasn't overstepping any interracial boundaries.

I nodded enthusiastically.

He grinned. "You are dirty man."

"Well if I am, we make rather good friends," I quietly informed him with a chuckle. I was wondering how late I was going to end up being for work this morning and what I could say to explain it.

"You want smell ass same time get fuck?"

I wasn't sure what he meant - how I could do that - but I nodded again.

I stood up and unfastened my belt as he pulled another condom out from his pocket.

"Perhaps," I said in a low voice, although men were talking loudly in the toilets making any sounds from our cubicles difficult to discern. "Perhaps I could fuck you?"

I expected him to have to ask me to repeat the question or to seek clarification about what I meant. However, he knew that question all too well and had his answer very emphatically ready.

"No way. I don't get fuck."

"You might find it quite... er... pleasant," I suggested. I had, after all, been most impressed the first time I'd allowed someone to do it to me.

He shook his head and repeated, "No way. My ass... not for that."

Being fucked was, evidently, a step too far for him.

"You can rim me while he fucks you," the gay guy whispered in to me.

I looked at the Eastern European guy to see if that might be his idea but his face remained completely impassive. He put the condom, still in its wrapper, between his teeth and started pulling off his tracksuit bottoms over his dirty trainers.

What position was he thinking of? How were we going to do this?

I hitched my trousers and underwear down around my thighs and spat on my fingers again to lube myself up.

He didn't give my large cock even a perfunctory glance. He wasn't at all interested in what I had out front.

My own thoughts were mulling over what was I going to tell work when I eventually got there. When I'd thought my delay would only involve a quick visit to the bus station office, I'd been intending to say I'd had trouble getting the car to start. It was now getting so late that I really ought to have phoned in with my excuse.

Whatever story I was going to come up with, it would have to involve a scenario in which I wasn't able to use my phone. If I could work in something that would also explain why I had a strong smell of Eastern European backside on my face, that would also prove useful.