Cottaging, & taken to Amsterdam ( Gay / True )
It all started in the late 1980's when I was in my late teens. Id discovered the joys of cottaging. Where I lived there were a number of classic old Victorian style toilets that were very active. One in particular was down a quiet lane and backed onto a wooded area, this became my favourite and I would visit virtually daily and got to know 3-4 regular old men who always seemed to be there whenever I was. We got to know each other very well and they taught me all about male to male sex and cock appreciation
I first found these cottages when I was out cycling on a hot day, and genuinely needed to stop for a piss. As I walked into them I noticed 4 cubicles to the left and a long porcelain urinal trough on the right. It was quite dark in there compared to the bright sunshine outside so I stood in the doorway waiting for my eyes to adjust properly. I'd heard shuffling when I first walked in and could now see 2 old men stood at the trough and another older fella lurking by a cubical, being new to this I thought nothing of it and went into the nearest cubical to piss. I turned to lock the toilet door and saw there was no way of doing this as the lock was completely missing, leaving a small hole in the door where it once was. ' oh well ' I thought and turned towards the toilet, taking out my cock and starting to piss
As I stood there i started to see all the graffiti on the walls and the crude drawings of cocks, balls, bums, tits and cunts. Messages on the walls advertising sex hook ups in the woods for cock sucking and bumming, and full very detailed sex stories.
' Whats all this? ' I thought to myself, as curiosity took hold of me, and I started to gaze all around the walls, I even saw drawings and writing on the door. I started to scan read the graffiti and as I did so, my cock started to harden in my hand.
I stayed reading for a little while, feeling very hot but shaking when I became aware of a sound of gentle coughing and sniffing. I didnt know it at the time of course but this was a signal that someone in there wanted to play. I wondered if the old men were still in there, I hadnt heard them leave, I started to feel a bit nervous and was conscious I had been in the toilet a bit longer than normal. I put my hard cock back in my shorts and puled my t-shirt down to try and hide my obvious hard on. I turned and opened the cubical door, as I stepped out one old man was still stood at the trough, while the other was stood against the far cubical door facing it, as i looked I saw his trousers were undone and I could see his bum, he suddenly turned in shock and I realised he had had his cock pushed through a hole in the toilet door, he stood for a mini second looking at me, he hard cock in full view, before doing his pants up, although he didnt leave the toilets
' oops sorry ' he said with a smile. The other guy at the trough turned to look at us, his cock in his hand
' Its ok lad, no need to be frightened, we're just having a bit of fun, no one will harm you ' he said smiling nicely
As I looked at them both I thought they must have been in their mid 60's at least, and they were the sort of kindly looking old fellas that you'd see walking down the street or living peacefully next door. Grey haired, kind friendly faces. I just stood shocked at what i saw. i mumbled something eventually and walked out to leave the cottage. As I left I head a voice behind me say ' Sorry, I really hope we havent scared you away ' I stood outside squinting in the sunlight
' what the hell was that? what was going on in there? is that normal? ' I thought, I was physically shaking, though not with fear, it was barely contained excitement, curiosity and lust. I'd never felt that way...ever. I got onto my bike and cycled towards home, my mind swimming with what I'd seen, the old men and the way they had been nice to me. My cock was still throbbing inside my shorts......I decided that I was going to go back there again, just to see if that sort of thing was going on again
I first found these cottages when I was out cycling on a hot day, and genuinely needed to stop for a piss. As I walked into them I noticed 4 cubicles to the left and a long porcelain urinal trough on the right. It was quite dark in there compared to the bright sunshine outside so I stood in the doorway waiting for my eyes to adjust properly. I'd heard shuffling when I first walked in and could now see 2 old men stood at the trough and another older fella lurking by a cubical, being new to this I thought nothing of it and went into the nearest cubical to piss. I turned to lock the toilet door and saw there was no way of doing this as the lock was completely missing, leaving a small hole in the door where it once was. ' oh well ' I thought and turned towards the toilet, taking out my cock and starting to piss
As I stood there i started to see all the graffiti on the walls and the crude drawings of cocks, balls, bums, tits and cunts. Messages on the walls advertising sex hook ups in the woods for cock sucking and bumming, and full very detailed sex stories.
' Whats all this? ' I thought to myself, as curiosity took hold of me, and I started to gaze all around the walls, I even saw drawings and writing on the door. I started to scan read the graffiti and as I did so, my cock started to harden in my hand.
I stayed reading for a little while, feeling very hot but shaking when I became aware of a sound of gentle coughing and sniffing. I didnt know it at the time of course but this was a signal that someone in there wanted to play. I wondered if the old men were still in there, I hadnt heard them leave, I started to feel a bit nervous and was conscious I had been in the toilet a bit longer than normal. I put my hard cock back in my shorts and puled my t-shirt down to try and hide my obvious hard on. I turned and opened the cubical door, as I stepped out one old man was still stood at the trough, while the other was stood against the far cubical door facing it, as i looked I saw his trousers were undone and I could see his bum, he suddenly turned in shock and I realised he had had his cock pushed through a hole in the toilet door, he stood for a mini second looking at me, he hard cock in full view, before doing his pants up, although he didnt leave the toilets
' oops sorry ' he said with a smile. The other guy at the trough turned to look at us, his cock in his hand
' Its ok lad, no need to be frightened, we're just having a bit of fun, no one will harm you ' he said smiling nicely
As I looked at them both I thought they must have been in their mid 60's at least, and they were the sort of kindly looking old fellas that you'd see walking down the street or living peacefully next door. Grey haired, kind friendly faces. I just stood shocked at what i saw. i mumbled something eventually and walked out to leave the cottage. As I left I head a voice behind me say ' Sorry, I really hope we havent scared you away ' I stood outside squinting in the sunlight
' what the hell was that? what was going on in there? is that normal? ' I thought, I was physically shaking, though not with fear, it was barely contained excitement, curiosity and lust. I'd never felt that way...ever. I got onto my bike and cycled towards home, my mind swimming with what I'd seen, the old men and the way they had been nice to me. My cock was still throbbing inside my shorts......I decided that I was going to go back there again, just to see if that sort of thing was going on again
10ヶ月前
