First steps ...

Can't remember what my age was but i had left school for certain and was working in a shop as a trainee window dresser. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, nothing serious and was doing the usual manly things like going to football matches and drinking in the pub with friends. Now this was before the internet and it was in the days of top shelf magazines and contact magazines where you wrote a letter to the advertiser through the magazine, and the magazine would forward it on and you would wait to get a reply. I was into BDSM and had contacted a Midlands Mistress who agreed to take me on. She introduced me to Crossdressing as whilst in her presence i had to dress as a maid, wearing heels and make up etc. Now all i was interested in was humiliation and punishment and the dressing did nothing for me apart from making me feel silly and humiliated! Anyway, time passed and my thoughts turned towards the wearing of female clothing for pleasure, now that that interest had entered into my mind i couldn't stop thinking about it. I had no idea what cottaging was, all i knew was that there were certain areas and toilets where it was rumoured that men went to to have fun with each other. I knew several of the toilets and chose one close to where i lived, i went in the daytime and was amazed at the amount of graffiti on every wall, plus there were holes between the cubicles as different levels, plus of course there was the smell! Now anyone who knows those type of toilets and has been in them will know just what i mean about the smell, it is always the same no matter where the toilet is. I looked at the messages, the numbers and other images that were everywhere, and for some reason the place excited me, it frightened and repulsed me as well but i just knew that i would be back later in the day. I left the toilet and made my way home, my thoughts all on going back later on and what might happen. Now you have to understand that i had only ever had sex with females and the idea of being with a man had never entered my head before the dressing started, so i guess that i have to blame my Mistress for what happened. Evening time and i made my way to the toilet, which was illuminated by a small outside light and one or two bulbs inside,
in those days they were often left unlocked or the ability to lock them had been vandalised. Anyway with quite a few nerves i stepped into the dimly lit interior, i was alone, i had no idea if anyone else would be there or not, but the tales that i had heard led me to believe that there would be lots of men around all doing things to and with each other, naive or what! Anyway i waited, i urinated and waited some more, i then went into one of the stalls and pushed the door to behind me, the door had no lock, none of them did, i had already checked. I leaned against the door and read some of the things written, whilst i was reading i heard footsteps and the sound of someone urinating. The sound stopped but i didn't hear footsteps leaving, the next sound i heard was that of the next cubicle to mine being opened and then closed. I waited trying to hold my breath, hoping that whoever it was next door to me was in the toilet for the use it was designed for, because all of a sudden i didn't want to be there and i felt a fool for ever going there. I was about to open the door and leave when i noticed a piece of paper being poked through one of the holes in the dividing partition, i looked down at it and wondered what to do, if i took it then whoever was in that cubicle would know that i was there, but then i thought that if he had just bent and looked through the hole he would have seen me anyway. I reached down and took the roll of paper and opened it, the message was short it read FUN ? push note back if interested. I looked at the note, and then at the hole what should i do, what did i want to do, i rolled the note back up and pushed it into the hole and waited ..... More to come if interested.