Baker Street

3rd November 2022

We were in London for a few days. The weather during October had been spectacularly warmer than usual. In spite of the work Stephen was doing from home and in Bude and Cheltenham, we took the chance for a few days in the capital and stayed with our friend, Rick at his home in Paddington.

Unknown to me, Stephen had brought his medals and was part of the very large team of the UK military who were collecting money for the poppy day appeal in Central London. He was to be based in what is called The Green, the forecourt of Paddington station along with many serving members of the UK Armed forces, and a few veterans.

I was delighted that Stephen had got over his fears and phobias of his medals, especially his gallantry awards, and he was wearing them, pinned to his knee length black overcoat, alongside a couple of RAF cadets and a couple of Senior Navy Officers, all looking smart in their uniforms. I stood aside watching him chatting to the public and laughing and joking with his fellow collectors as they collected the money and offered the card readers to take the donations electronically.

After the first hour, the cadets were replaced by two Royal Marines, wearing their Olive Green shirts with the arm sleeves rolled up neatly showing off their heavily muscled forearms and huge guns. Stephen looked over to me, wide eyed and smiled at me.

Compared to the marines, Stephen was a giant of a man. I’d have guessed that they were at 5’11” or 6’0” to his 6’6”, as he really towered over them. The marine standing next to him was particularly good looking and I noticed that he was asking Stephen about his medals. The two crosses placed on the right of the row of medals, stood out, The Marine and the Navy officers listened carefully as Stephen described the circumstances of the awards and they all seemed to stand a lot more respectfully after Stephen had completed his explanation.

I also admired the way Stephen connected with the more elderly members of the public, sometimes lowering himself to listen to them and to converse with them. A few handshakes were made, and I was particularly proud when Stephen took the trouble to pin a poppy onto the lapel of a few of the veterans.

Of course, his height and good looks attracted many women to approach him and, it was easy to guess the gay guys who wanted to be close to my husband.

After the second hour had been completed, Stephen and the Navy officers were replaced, for about ten minutes the new volunteers chatted together, and Stephen walked over to me, putting his arm around my waist possessively as always.

“Let’s go back to Ricks place and I can change and get rid of these medals until Sunday, and we can have a coffee and do a little shopping downtown”. I wasn’t going to argue with him. It had turned cold and rainy during our stay in London and the walk back to our accommodation would only take five minutes.

After we had done our shopping, we were on the Underground train back to Paddington and had to change at Baker Street. Stephen whispered to me on the train that he was bursting for a leak. To be honest so was I. Fortunately, I remembered that there was Gent toilets at Baker Street on the line side of the station, and it wasn’t a huge diversion to get there.

Like many public toilets in London, it could be very full of guys cruising each other. I had been pissed off a few times when I lived in London by guys trying it on with me. I warned Stephen that the place might be full of guys interested in us both. He gave me a huge grin. I knew that Stephen could be very bold in bawling out guys cruising him, I’d seen it happen a few times. Then I recalled the incident near Launceston with a young surfer, when we had just recently met back in 2016.

We made our way into the restroom, to find it nearly full save for a couple of empty stalls. There was total silence in the room. A few guys turned to look at us and it was obvious that they were interested in us both one of them showed off his erection blatantly to us. I hauled out my cock and released the high-pressure stream of pee into the bowl and I could hear Stephen letting his piss drain from his bladder. Nearly all the guys standing at the urinal were now trying to get a glimpse of our cocks, it was so obvious.

“By God I needed that”. Stephen announced to all in the restroom as he made a half step backwards from the upright.

“So did I”. I confirmed to him as I looked over the two guys in between us who were both now obviously trying to look at our cocks. Other guys at right angles to us had turned to look directly at us.

Then a clear and deliberately as he could without shouting Stephen looked at me with those sexy, lascivious hazel eyes and asked me, “Do you have the same problem as me trying to get it all back in once you have got it all out”?

He’d made the same statement to the surfer in the toilets in Launceston all those years back. I remembered it clearly since that day. I had prepared my answer that Stephen had no idea of.

“Do you mean when you’re pissing or when we’re fucking”? I was now shaking my flaccid cock dry before putting it away. It was now so obvious that the guys in the rest room were in two minds. Some were goggle eyed looking at us and jacking their cocks furiously, the others were more embarrassed by our outspokenness.

Stephen was over emphasising putting his cock away after pissing by sticking out his backside and seemingly trying to force his cock inside his trousers.

“We don’t seem to have much trouble getting it all in when we are with the guys”, he announced as he zipped up his fly.

“You’re right about that”, I confirmed to him and the eavesdroppers as I walked over to be washbasins to wash my hands and to dry them. Stephen stood along side me washing his hands.

“Did you hear the tale of the Englishman and German man in the toilets. The Englishman walks straight out of the toilet not washing his hands. The German calls out to him, don’t they teach you to wash your hands after the toilet in your country? The Englishman replies. In mu country they teach you not to piss on your hands”.

We dried our hands and I noticed that all, every single one of the guys at the urinals were looking at us both, some facing us and openly jacking off. We left the rest room and made our way over the footbridge to the platform on the other side of the rail track. We stood for about three minutes opposite the toilet entrance watching the guys who had all been staring at us and jacking off, leave. A couple of them saw us both standing opposite us, one of them started to race up the stairs to try to catch the same train as us back towards Paddington. He just didn’t make it. The doors of the train closed in front of his face and the look of disappointment on his face was obvious. The train was fairly crowded, but we had some space for ourselves and small amount of shopping.

We were facing each other, and I was able to look Stephen in his eyes, which were sparking with fun. Without a singly word between us we both started to roar with laughter.