The Market Toilets

The guy above us whispered, "Come on, mate, fuck him like you mean it..."

But I found I couldn’t.

Maybe it was the bizarre circumstances or the overwhelming smell of other men's piss in there, but I just couldn't get into it.

His arse felt good around my cock and I was hard as hell inside him, but I just couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to fuck this guy.

I pulled out of him with a fart and a slurp.

He said, "Did you cum?"

Yeah, like I'd cum without even speeding up; without even my breathing getting slightly faster.

I shook my head. "I think I prefer getting fucked."

He stood up from the toilet pan and turned around.

Then he pulled a bit of toilet roll from the holder and wiped his arse with it. He farted again gently.

Grinning, he said, "You're the kind of guy I like."

I pulled the condom from my dick. The outside of it felt slimy from the inside of his arse.

I threw the condom into the toilet bowl and he chucked in the dirty toilet paper to join it. Then he bent down to pull out a packet of his own condoms from the back pocket of his jeans.

He said, "I want you to sit on my dick. That's how I like it."

I nodded.

He pulled out a condom and pushed the rest of the packet back into his jeans pocket.

He added, "And you're the one who moves, okay? I just lie there."

I nodded again. Okay, leave me to do all the hard work.

He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his cock. He was about six or seven inches long and of average thickness. I'd taken enough cocks to know that his wouldn't be too much of a problem.

He masturbated it with the condom on a few times, like he was getting used to the feel of it, and then sat down on the toilet seat.

I glanced up at the guy looking over the partition and was surprised to see a different face. The younger guy in the tracksuit; they were taking it in turns to watch us.

I looked back down at the guy laid out in front of me on the toilet seat. He was holding his cock upwards at a right angle to his body, ready for me to sit on it.

He said, "Really wank it with your arse."

I said, "Okay", but wasn't sure I was practised enough to do that. I'd never wanked a guy's cock with my arse; was that different from normal anal sex?

I turned around, facing the door, and backed onto his cock. I had to hitch up my jeans slightly to stop them getting tangled with his.

Then I lowered myself onto his cock and felt the cold rubbered head of it press between my cheeks.

As it entered my arse I felt a sudden burning pain.

I pulled back and jumped away.

He called out, "Hey!"

Like I was going to make a run for it.

But I turned back to him and said, "I know you're not into blow jobs but..."

And I knelt over his legs and put my mouth over his cock.

The taste was disgusting: rubber and the bitterness of his condom; chemicals and lubricant.

I wetted it as much as I could; drawing up as much spit as I could to moisten the length of it.

Then I reared back up and grinned at him. "Sorry, but it was too dry... a bit painful..."

He grinned back. "Your arse isn't as slack as mine... I could take a fuckin' tank and not flinch..."

I smiled genuinely.

Behind his roughness, there was warmth and humour. In different circumstances, he might even be kind of cute.

I turned around and lowered my arse back down onto his cock.

I felt it pressing into the ridge between my balls and my arsehole and moved backwards against him slightly.

This time it just slid in

The guy above us said, "Come on, give it to him. Shove it up his fuckin' shitter."

I pushed my arse further onto the rough guy's cock and he grunted. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me right down so that my arse cheeks pressed into the tops of his thighs.

His cock was all the way inside me.

He said, "That's it, mate. Now fuckin' wank me with it..."

I started bobbing up and down on his cock and he gasped, "Yeah, that's it..."

So that's what he'd meant.

My cock had gone a little soft and jumped around like a windscreen wiper with every up and down movement I made. It was still thick and heavy, but too limp to stand up on its own.

As I was starting to get into it, I heard the guy in the next cubicle jump down from the toilet pan and say something outside.

Then the guy in a suit who'd been looking over the partition pushed the door to our cubicle open.

I guess I looked horrified and tried to close it.

He said, "Y'alright mate, we're all okay..." His voice sounded deep and gravelly.

I kept bobbing up and down but said, "Close the fucking door..."

He pushed it open a little further and smiled. "Come on mate, it's safe... we just wanna watch you."

I saw that a tall guy with dark ginger hair in a black suit was standing just outside the cubicle, straining to get a look at us through the semi-open door. He said, "Fucking hell."

The rough guy behind me snapped, "Let 'em watch us if they wanna."

The middle-aged guy in the suit said, "One of us'll stand near the outer door. You'll be okay..."

I let him push the door of our cubicle fully open and saw another guy – a youngish guy in shorts who hadn't been in here when I'd come in – take a few steps back and hold the outer door closed. He looked over at me and nodded.

I kept bobbing up and down and the other four or five guys in the toilet formed a group just outside our cubicle, staring in at us.

All their eyes went straight to my cock swinging around between my legs as I pumped up and down. Then their gaze travelled further down beneath my bobbing balls at the condom-wrapped shaft slamming in and out of my arse.

The ginger guy laughed and repeated, "Fucking hell."

He looked up at my face and laughed again. I couldn't help smile back. It felt kind of cool to be putting on a show for a group of men; to be showing them my cock and balls so explicitly and to be getting fucked right in front of them.

The guy behind me grabbed my hips more firmly and started pulling them down onto his cock more quickly. He said, "That's it, mate... get a bit faster..."

I saw the bloke in the tracksuit had hitched the front of his tracksuit bottoms down and had his cock out, masturbating it as he watched us.

The others started following his lead, one by one.

Their cocks were all different shapes and sizes. The guy in the tracksuit's was thick and short; one of the middle-aged guys had a cock which bent to the left; the tall ginger guy was built like a donkey.

The bloke in shorts who was standing at the door called out, "Hey, someone wanna take over lookout duty?" And he walked over to us, pushing his way through.

I kept riding the young guy's cock but said, "Someone's gotta stand near the door."

No-one moved so I made as if to push the cubicle door closed.

Then the other of the middle-aged guys in a suit – the one who hadn't looked over the partition – took a step backwards towards it. "Okay, okay. I'll do it."

The guy in the shorts unzipped them and pulled his cock out from his boxers immediately. It was pale and slim and curved upwards in an arc.

He looked at me and then looked over at the ginger guy. They exchanged knowing glances and grins, masturbating themselves quickly.

By now I was really getting into the fact these guys were watching me. My cock had grown fully hard and stood upward, no longer bobbing around, between my legs.

I loved the fact these guys were enjoying watching me, wanking their differently-shaped cocks as they stared between my legs at my arse being buggered.

I kicked the leg of my jeans from my left foot and opened my legs as wide as they could go. Then I reclined backwards against the guy on the toilet and held my balls up against the base of my cock.

Now they could really the cock that was sliding in and out of my arse. I showed it off to them, flaunted it; I wanted them to see me getting fucked.

A couple of the guys strained forwards for a better look, grinning and nodding in encouragement.

I grinned back, increasing my rhythm and taking longer strokes up and down the length of the cock beneath me. My own cock, aching with excitement, was jabbing into the air with every thrust of my hips.

The guy in shorts laughed, "You're a dirty fuckin' boy!"

I laughed back.

The old guy, standing near the back of them, said, "He knows how to take it. Christ, his fuckin' arse is eating it..."

I looked at him and he winked. As if to say, "But I could still teach you a few tricks, lad."

I liked the way the men kept looking at each other's cocks, just briefly and casually, as they watched me being fucked in front of them. Like they were comparing shapes sizes, maybe wondering who I'd choose to go next if the rough guy came before I did.