Chance sports jock encounter

[shortguy]

I was in the UK, in my early 30s and had to drive around a bit for work. It was a hot June day and I found myself out in a suburb of the city and I needed a pee. I knew where there was a public bathroom nearby, one of those ones without a door, to help ventilate and get rid of the smell of stale urine. It had a long stainless steel trough urinal attached to the wall and one or two stalls. Graffiti on the walls, concrete floor, no lighting but a couple of high frosted windows allowing in some light.

I went in and saw someone else at the trough but I stood at the other end and pulled out my cock for a long piss. He did seem a little disappointed that I seemed to have come there to pee but he did not move and when I finished I noticed he was not peeing and was in no hurry to leave. I shook the drops off my cock and took a closer look at the guy. I guess he was in his late 40's, cropped hair, jeans and a t-shirt. His jeans were open at the button as well as the fly and I caught a glimpse of the unmistakable waist band of a white sports jock - probably a bike or something similar with a 3" waistband.

The very sight of the jock and the realization on a hot summer day he was probably there for more than just a pee, made my cock twitch and started to get hard. I gave it a few slow strokes which my friend caught from the corner of his eye. He did the same and slightly turned towards me but still shielded his cock from view with his hand. There was no mistaking that it was fully hard though. I also got a good view of the jock which he had pulled to one side to release his dick.

I didn't play around with guys in public toilets much since I had been in my teens. I did not go to play with another cock but the realization that it may happen with a cute jocked guy made me very hard. I could not hide it behind my hand any more and as my new friend saw, he turned slightly towards me and move his hand away so I could see him stroking his large uncut cock, with his balls still held in his white sports jock.

It was a brief jocked encounter, a bit of sucking, a lot of stroking and we both left fully satisfied. I am glad he wore his jock that day, and our visits to the public bathroom coincided. I bet that jock smelt great that night as he had quickly tucked his still damp cock away after he shot his load.

I drove past about a year later when I was in the neighbourhood and sadly noticed the public toilet block had been demolished and there just a concrete pad where it had once been.

 

[engjock]

Ships (or cocks) that pass if not in the night, then in the day, shortguy.
I’ve lost count of the numbers of similar encounters I’ve had, as well as the number of cottages that have been demolished.
There used to be a fantastic one up in Marske on the NE Coast with a glory hole between two cubicles that was big enough and thin walled enough to either get or give a great anonymous blow-job or even a satisfying fuck.
Judging by the cum stains down the wall and on the floor it was well used. Sadly it’s long gone.

 

[Hornynow]

I was in the UK, in my early 30s and had to drive around a bit for work. It was a hot June day and I found myself out in a suburb of the city and I needed a pee. I knew where there was a public bathroom nearby, one of those ones without a door, to help ventilate and get rid of the smell of stale urine. It had a long stainless steel trough urinal attached to the wall and one or two stalls. Graffiti on the walls, concrete floor, no lighting but a couple of high frosted windows allowing in some light.

I went in and saw someone else at the trough but I stood at the other end and pulled out my cock for a long piss. He did seem a little disappointed that I seemed to have come there to pee but he did not move and when I finished I noticed he was not peeing and was in no hurry to leave. I shook the drops off my cock and took a closer look at the guy. I guess he was in his late 40's, cropped hair, jeans and a t-shirt. His jeans were open at the button as well as the fly and I caught a glimpse of the unmistakable waist band of a white sports jock - probably a bike or something similar with a 3" waistband.

The very sight of the jock and the realization on a hot summer day he was probably there for more than just a pee, made my cock twitch and started to get hard. I gave it a few slow strokes which my friend caught from the corner of his eye. He did the same and slightly turned towards me but still shielded his cock from view with his hand. There was no mistaking that it was fully hard though. I also got a good view of the jock which he had pulled to one side to release his dick.

I didn't play around with guys in public toilets much since I had been in my teens. I did not go to play with another cock but the realization that it may happen with a cute jocked guy made me very hard. I could not hide it behind my hand any more and as my new friend saw, he turned slightly towards me and move his hand away so I could see him stroking his large uncut cock, with his balls still held in his white sports jock.

It was a brief jocked encounter, a bit of sucking, a lot of stroking and we both left fully satisfied. I am glad he wore his jock that day, and our visits to the public bathroom coincided. I bet that jock smelt great that night as he had quickly tucked his still damp cock away after he shot his load.

I drove past about a year later when I was in the neighbourhood and sadly noticed the public toilet block had been demolished and there just a concrete pad where it had once been.

Wow

 

[engjock]

Unfortunately, Hornynow, most public toilets (gays call them Cottages) in the UK have been demolished now.
I’ve had many happy times in them…

 

[cyberdolphnow]

Unfortunately, Hornynow, most public toilets (gays call them Cottages) in the UK have been demolished now.
I’ve had many happy times in them…

Similarly for the United States that the old school "tea rooms" (slang for public toilets locations for gay hook ups) have been eliminated or severely curtailed such as by limiting hours open, or by active law enforcement stings, or by putting external security cameras in place or by construction with hard stainless steel partitions dividers (limiting graffiti writing and gloryhole creation). I remember 30-40 years ago the intricate gay graffiti and hooking up information left on the partitions of the stalls. Hook up Apps have eliminated this too.

 

[engjock]

Similarly for the United States that the old school "tea rooms" (slang for public toilets locations for gay hook ups) have been eliminated or severely curtailed such as by limiting hours open, or by active law enforcement stings, or by putting external security cameras in place or by construction with hard stainless steel partitions dividers (limiting graffiti writing and gloryhole creation). I remember 30-40 years ago the intricate gay graffiti and hooking up information left on the partitions of the stalls. Hook up Apps have eliminated this too.

There was a great cottage just outside Marske on the NE Coast south of Newcastle. Isolated, near the sandunes, delightfully sleazy, with cubicle walls made of v thin plywood. There was a great glory hole, big enough to get a cock through to either suck or be fucked by, which I did on many visits.
Quite often there were a couple of guys waiting for their turn, so I’d stay long enough to satisfy them as well…
Sadly, it’s long gone.

 

[Hornynow]

There was a great cottage just outside Marske on the NE Coast south of Newcastle. Isolated, near the sandunes, delightfully sleazy, with cubicle walls made of v thin plywood. There was a great glory hole, big enough to get a cock through to either suck or be fucked by, which I did on many visits.
There was also a couple of guys waiting for their turn, so I’d stay long enough to satisfy them as well…
Sadly, it’s long gone.

I bet these dudes miss the good ole days.

 

[engjock]

I certainly do!

 

[ibz1492]

What a shame that so many "relief stations" that we all used daily have disappeared. In the NYC subways, the men's rooms were constantly busy with guys lined up for the next available "opening". Many times, on my way Uptown I would stop for a bit of refreshment with my Wall Street suit and briefcase! Next to me might have been a totally different-attired dude, but we were all there for only one thing - cock.. It was awesum!

 

[Hornynow]

Bet you missed the old days!

 

[BillyC]

Unfortunately, Hornynow, most public toilets (gays call them Cottages) in the UK have been demolished now.
I’ve had many happy times in them…

Same observation. Our last trip (Wimbledon earlier this month) we were walking in London one morning before going out to the matches and had a silent moment of mourning for those now lost opportunities. Used to be the London public men’s we’re always a sure thing for some anon relief.