Waterfront Cruising

When I was eighteen, I worked at my towns cinema complex on the weekends between my studies. My student accommodation was in the centre of town and the cinema was based near the waterfront. So, it was about a fifteen minute walk each way. I would often walk to and from work if the weather was nice. I would even take the more scenic route along the waterfront. If I had the time after a shift I would even stop for a while and relax, living in student accommodation meant I had little to get back too. The waterfront was about a mile stretch, it had the lighthouse, green banks, and benches every so often along the path. During the day it would be packed with anyone and everyone but at night it was fairly deserted with the exception of drunks, cinephiles and the occasional late night runner.

My shift times would vary, and I would either be in early morning or late evenings. I didn’t mind too much because the money was half bad and you got to see a lot of films when the cinema was quieter. Cleaning up after people could be pretty gross sometimes, even finding the odd used condom, but I guess every job has its quirks. People didn’t realise that you are still visible during the films, there is often cameras rolling at all times. So, the thought of them giving the control guy a thrill was pretty funny.

One evening I finished pretty late, around 2 am. It was the middle of spring, so the weather was still decent enough to walk home, which I did. I walked along the waterfront, looking out onto the sea with music playing through my air pods. There wasn’t many people around, which didn’t bother me, in fact I preferred that over the random drunk people crossing my path. I was bad five minutes into my return home when I was becoming uncomfortable, the problem was that I need to piss really badly. I wasn’t quite bold enough to pee in public and I knew there were some public toilets up ahead. Typically, I avoid these because they are never as clean as you’d prefer but I couldn’t hold it. I prayed they were open and not closed up at night.

I reached the small cream painted, hut shaped building with female toilets on one side and male toilets on the opposite. There was a light on inside and the gate wasn’t locked on it. I was either lucky or they were usually left unlocked. I had heard of cruising areas but never really thought my area had any, but when I walked in, I saw all the markings on the walls where people had left their phone numbers and crude drawings. They were all over the walls, it looked like something out of film set. The toilets themselves were surprisingly clean, and there was that cheap lemon chemical smell. I guess someone came to clean them at the end of a day.

There were three cubicles and a long urinal on the opposite side. I decided a cubicle would be better, in case someone came in. I went in, pulled down my pants a little and relieved myself. God, it felt good. As this was happening, I was looking around at the numbers and drawings on the walls. Some where faded, some had been added too by others, and some were just people’s names; ‘Dave waz ere’. There was one that said, ‘Charlie P, best blowjob ever’ and it had a phone number underneath. It got me curious about how many people have actually hooked up in these public toilets. My cock began to grow a little in response to the drawings on the walls and the thoughts running through my head. I made a mental note to look up public porn when I got home.

As I was zipping my jeans up, I heard someone come in. I don’t know why but I froze and tried not to make any noise. I heard them go up to the urinal and piss for a bit and then turn. I thought they were leaving but I then heard the adjoining cubicle door open and close. The cubicles had that space underneath where you could just about see someone’s feet. He sat down without undoing his trousers and I saw his foot slide across and tap a few times next to me. I didn’t respond. He tried again. I didn’t respond. I didn’t really know what to do. Of course, I knew roughly what was happening, but I had never tried any of this before.

A deep musky voice echoed around, ‘you there?’.

I hesitated and could only sputter out a nervous, ‘eurgh, hello?’.

There was a pause, not a long pause but a noticeable one. I heard him stand up and I saw he was now facing the wall separating us. ‘Not done this before have you?’.

‘I am not entirely sure what this is’.

‘You not looking for fun?’

I stopped; did I want this? I suddenly notice the raging boner I had and knew there that I did. Any thoughts of how unexpected or crazy this had left me. ‘Maybe’.

‘If it makes it easier you can join me in here or we can do under the wall?’ He sounded very sure of himself; you could tell this wasn’t his first time instructing someone. I wanted to see him if this was some creepy old man I would leave. It could also have been some spotty underaged boy too, no thank you.

Without saying anything I stepped out from my cubicle and took a deep inhale. His door swung open. He opened it with a hand on top of the door and rested slightly on it with a grin across his face like he was happy with his find. He looked in his mid-thirties, and was the perfect example of a gay bear. Hairy, with a groomed beard. He even had a flannelled shirt on, with the top buttons undone to show a chest of dark hair. I could have swooned.

He held out his hand and pulled me into his cubicle. He was strong and had a sexy musky aroma about him. He closed the door but didn’t lock it. We were now pretty close in proximity. He could tell I was nervous, he put a hand on the back of neck and let out a soft chuckle. He didn’t say anything. He stared at my lips and ran his thumb along my bottom lip before poking it inside my mouth. Without thought I suckled which made him smile.

His other hand was reaching round and grabbing my ass. He got a handful and exclaimed, ‘damn, nice ass, let me see that’. He spun me round slap my ass. I jumped but liked it. He spun me round again, looking straight into my eyes. ‘You ready?’

Without fully understanding what I was agreeing too I stated that I was ready. He unbuckled his belt and stretched it out before throwing it round me and pulling me in. We hit with a hard kiss. Could feel his beard as we kissed. His tongue was wild, you could tell me enjoyed this. I no longer felt in control. He had me held against him. I moved to his neck and nibbled his ear. His head fell back slightly, and he loosened his belt.

I undid his trouser button and zipper. He slid his trousers off. I was surprised to see him wearing tight briefs. He must have been wearing them all day because when he lowered me down, I could smell the musk of tight underwear. I inhaled, making my cock bounce in my trousers. My eyes closed and a smile crossed my face. ‘Liking this?’ he exhaled looking down at me.

Before I could answer he pulled me against his bulge. Even now I could tell he was a decent size. I wanted him. I wanted him in my mouth. Down my throat. I started to fondle myself through my jeans. He was growing through my kisses and licks. The heat was intense. He slipped the briefs down, letting his impressive manhood bounce out towards me.

I wrapped my hand around his girth and heard a soft moan. He was around 8 inches, cut. I opened my mouth and went to lick the tip, but he stopped me. I looked up confused. ‘Not until I see yours young man’.

Eager to continue and to obey, I stood up and undid my trousers, dropping both my jeans and boxers to my ankles. He grabbed my cock and pulled me to kiss whilst he gave me a handjob. He was slow to begin but picked up the pace when he could tell I was enjoying it. If we weren’t kissing, he was sucking on my neck.

We were both hot and despite the time of night, the cubicle felt warm and almost steamy. It was 2 am and we were both stood half naked jerking each other off. Two complete strangers.

I whispered, ‘I want to taste you’.

He winked and I lowered. There was a little precum oozing from his tip, a welcome hello to taste.

I stuck out my tongue and started at the base of his hard cock and worked up to the sensitive tip. I did this a few times, leaving him wet and ready. I wasn’t sure if he’d fit in my mouth entirely, but I knew I wanted to try. I knew this was going to be sloppy.   

His hand was on the small of my neck and he was pulling me down as I put him in my mouth. He tasted amazing. I was making my way up and down, hearing him moan and run his hands through my hair and over my head. I was drooling as I got an inch deeper each time.

 I came up for a breath and he put both his hands on my head and pushed me all the way down. His pubes tickled my nose and I gagged. An ‘0h fuck’ echoed around the toilet.

We kept this up for a few minutes. My face flushing, face wet with drool, and my breath short. I was jerking myself off enjoying every second.

His hand clenched my hair, and he pulled me down one last time. His balls tightened under my chin, and he began to shoot but he pulled out. Shooting layers of sweet cum across my face. I felt dirty but liked it. He was breathing heavily. I came shortly after, leaving the floor a mess.

I stood up, he pulled me in and kissed me. Sharing his cum as we made out. Semi hard cocks kissing too. He squeezed my ass cheek hard and said ‘next time, I’m having this too’.