The Market Toilets

I had no doubt that the ginger guy was next in line. His cock was maybe nine inches long and as a thick as his wrist. He masturbated it ponderously with his left hand, his wedding ring glinting in the overhead strip lights as he did so.

I'd never taken a nine inch cock before but, even if it meant coming back to these toilets every day of my summer vacation, I was impatient to find out what it would feel like.

The guy in the tracksuit started cumming first.

He grunted and panted and long strings of semen hung and dripped from the hand he'd put over the head of his cock to stop it squirting.

Even after he'd cum he kept staring at my arse, watching the rough guy's cock sliding in and out of it. As if he was hypnotised by it.

I noticed that the guy in shorts kept turning to the one in the grey suit, smiling at him. I realised that the suited guy had his hand down the back of the other bloke's shorts. He was smiling because he was being fingered by the suited guy as they both wanked.

The excitement of all this was becoming too much for me; I had to do something with my cock it was aching so bad.

I grabbed it and started masturbating quickly and tightly.

The rough guy beneath me seemed to like the fact that I'd enjoy the feel of his cock so much that I'd have to play with my own. He grabbed my hips more tightly and said, "That's it, fuckin' wank yoursel' mate. Cum while I'm up your arse..."

The ginger guy strained forward and started masturbating his huge cock more quickly as he watched me beating at my smaller version while I was fucked.

He nodded and said, "Come on... go for it..."

The cock of the guy in shorts blasted an arching string of cum into the air.

He gasped, "Oh Jesus."

The back of his shorts were beating frantically as the guy in the grey suit's hand worked at his arse. The older bloke grinned as he watched the fruits of his labours shooting from the younger man's cock.

I was feeling really turned on by this. Anal fingering is really my thing.

I started really ramming my arse down on the rough guy's cock, wanting to feel it filling my bowels.

I knew my orgasm was getting close; my rectum always gets hungry when I'm about to shoot.

My hand was frantic, pumping at my cock in a blur. My balls were jumping around, bobbing up and down in the air.

I was panting and gasping, my face a snarl.

Everyone looked at my cock, knowing it was about to start pumping.

Their eyes were wide, their mouths open. They bent forwards to get a better view, eager for me to show them how much I enjoyed getting fucked; eager to see my cock spew cum like a geyser while I was sodomised in front of them.

Then my balls tingled and the liquid rushed up from them to spew from my piss-slit.

The ginger guy called out "Yeah!" as he saw my cock start spurting.

The rough guy grunted something too and started thrusting so hard that my body was lifted upward by his bucking hips.

I fell back against his chest giving the crowd an even better view of my widened arsehole being pummelled by his cock.

He put his arms around my chest and pumped his own cum into the condom deep inside my bowels.

Even as my own orgasm abated, I lifted my left leg to show the guys outside how hot his cock looked inside me.

I wanted them to see his balls on the toilet seat, his cock disappearing into my reddened arse ring above them; my balls above that; my spent cock, still oozing cum, above those.

Just then the guy near the door started saying something and the guys around the door scattered to different places around the small room.

The ginger guy made a beeline for one of the cubicles; I think the old bloke did too.

The man near the door was saying, "Sorry, mate, it's stuck. I'm just trying to ease it open... hang on..."

I struggled to stand up and the rough guy's cock slurped out of my arse. I banged the door of our cubicle closed just as someone came into the toilets.

Then I wiped my arse and pulled up my jeans.

The rough guy sat on the toilet recovering his breath. He pulled off his hat and his dark brown hair was wet with sweat and sticking to forehead.

Shrugging my backpack on, I looked down at him and he smiled at me.

I smiled back.

He said, "Cheers."

I gave him a thumbs up.

And I left the cubicle.

Guys in the room grinned at me through the mirrors as I washed my hands.

The ginger guy came out of his cubicle and stood next to me washing his. He threw me a smirk and a wink.

I gave him the warmest smile I could muster.

He said, "These loos always get busy around this time of day."

I nodded and walked to the hand dryer. "Yeah. It's kind of the most convenient time, I guess..."

He turned off the taps and asked, "Convenient for you?"

I grinned again. "Every day. Same time."

He smiled. "Nice one."

And, as I was leaving, I saw that most of the other men in there were smiling too.