It wasn't that I set out to be a slut. Situations just overtook me. I didn't even know I had a gay side. The first time was when I was 19 or 20. I went into a public toilet for a piss, nothing else. At the end of the urinal was a guy openly masturbating.
He wasn't even trying to hide it. I stood there weeing, but all the time watching this man jerk. He slowly moved closer to me, and even though I'd finished my piss, I was transfixed. By now, he was stood next to me. He took my hand and made me hold his dick. It felt silky and smooth.
My own cock poked back out from my flies. He held it, the first time anyone else had touched me. We were now tossing each other, and I knew I wanted it, even though I was terrified someone else may walk in. It didn't take long. His cum hit the stainless steel and slid down into the trough. Mine followed soon after. I had some of his spunk on my hand, so I licked it. And that was that, hooked on cum. His was saltier than mine, and not as thick. By the time I'd done myself up, he was gone. I didn't even see his face.
I started visiting public toilets, hoping to get lucky, and found myself doing what the guy had done, standing there, tossing myself. Sometimes I got lucky, most times I ended up cumming by myself.
I had wanked several chaps off, then a good-looking guy came in, caught my attention, and pointed to a stall. He sat me on the loo, and guided his cock into my mouth, the first time I gave head. I instinctively knew what to do, and after about five minutes, he came in my mouth. It felt amazing.
Then, one day, I needed a shit, so went into the stall, (I hate doing it away from home). It was pretty grim, but the walls were covered in messages. I realised guys actually hooked up there. How naive was I? I wrote a couple of numbers down, but did nothing for a few days, too nervous.
Eventually, my desire for cum got the better of me, and I sent a message, almost hoping I wouldn't get a reply. A few minutes later, I had a text back, and after several messages, agreed to meet at his house.
I walked up and down his road, and eventually plucked up the courage to ring his bell. man in his 50s answered, dressed in a hoodie and shorts, that were already tenting. We went into his lounge and he dropped his shorts. A nice dick about 7" and quite fat sprang out. I sat in an armchair and did my best to please him.
As he became worked up, he held my head and face fucked me, firing his nectar down my throat. He asked if I'd like him to return the favour, but I said I'd sort myself out at home, which I did several times that week thinking about the experience.
