shortguy
pocket sized jockstrap fan
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.
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.