Shadow Wank

I wasn't particularly horny that morning (unusual for me). I was camping with friends at a campsite in the south of England and had gone to the toilets to do what I needed to do (won't go into too much detail there!!!). While sitting on the toilets, I noticed that there was a shadow being cast across the floor of my cubicle from the one next door. It was strangely active, so I bent down to have a better look (with my trousers around my ankles!). I realised that the shadow showed the obvious sitting figure of the guy next door but also a long, quite thick object waggling around. I wondered what the hell this was so kept watching and saw that the shadow stopped wiggling around and the shadow's hand start going up and down the long, thick object which I now saw had a rather defined triangular head. My cock pulsed.

I heard the door of the toilet block close as another guy went out and found myself alone in the toilet block with the wanking guy next door. I could hear the faint rustle of his clothes and very faint moist squelching as he wanked his long cock. I leaned further and further over, trying to get a better look, straining for a peak of the elusive cock that was being wanked so violently just feet away. Such close proximity made my cock throb and start to ooze precum that would last for a long time afterwards. I grabbed my own penis and began to pump it at the same rate and time as the guy next door, but I was late already, I had to tuck it back into my pants and wind up in the toilet as the lad next door continued to quietly masturbate. Now I was horny.

As I washed my hands, my cock still leaking, I realised my elusive wanker next door was standing up, turning towards the toilet and heard some slight plops as he emptied his load into the loo. My cock lurched. I wanted to be in there with him, helping him to squirt his cum across my willing face. As I left the toilets, I called out to the lone wanker, "hope you enjoyed your wank!" and ran out before he came out.

For the rest of the day, I could not stop thinking about the toilet wanker. When we got back to the campsite, the first thing I did was run up to the toilet block and slam the door shut as I went into the cubicle my masturbator had used earlier. I sat myself down in the exact same position, let out my bursting cock and began to wank. The squelching echoed around the toilet block but I didn't care. I longed for the guy that morning to come in and help me out, suck my cock, wank it hard, hard, harder. I burst my load all across the seat and stood there holding my rushing cock, thrilled by the ejaculation . I heard a sound outside the cubicle, saw a faint shadow rush past the cubicle and a young, smooth voice call "hope yuo enjoyed your wank!". My cock lurched and I came again...