My First CockI was in my early twenties. I was also a country boy, living on a farm in northern England, at least a mile and a half’s walk to the nearest village, and the thick end of 10 miles away from anything that resembled civilisation. Once a week, every Saturday, I would catch a bus into the nearest town, and spend my wages on luxuries like music and video games. It was at this point in my life that I realised that I needed my own form of transport if I wasn’t to be left behind in the back of beyond. So, I booked myself some lessons with the local driving school, and for an hour each weekend, travelled around the town and surrounding countryside in a Nissan Micra learning the rules of the road. Unfortunately, at this point in my life, I was also painfully shy, and the whole process after my first lesson was nerve-racking and stressful. About 15 minutes before the start of each weekend lesson, I needed to retreat to the local convenience and empty my nervous bowels!And that is when I noticed the scrawls and well drawn images on the walls and backs of the doors. Most of it was gay and transvestite porn. I had come across such things during my teenage years, and of course, they had aroused my younger self. Then again, everything aroused my younger self! But as I sat there, transfixed, my nerves were quickly washed away, and my cock swelled and strained as I read the filthy tales and admired the well depicted cocks being serviced by beautiful trannies. What was once used as a visit to the local toilets to empty my bowels, quickly became an excuse to empty my balls!Well, the weeks passed by and I ended up getting my driver’s licence. Shortly afterwards, I ended up getting my first car. Independence loomed. On Sundays, I would travel to those toilets in town which had first aroused my curiosity. Of course I had fantasized what it would be like to be confronted by another man’s cock, and what bahis siteleri I might do with it, but at this point it was all theory. These toilets seemed to exude a certain kind of sexual energy. I felt it. You could smell it. Dried on sperm trails on the walls and the back of the cubicle doors. Sometimes, if you entered at the right point, a deposit of sperm slowly oozing down the piss channel, knowing you had just missed someone wanking off (or being wanked off) between the timed flushes. Peepholes crudely covered by crumpled up toilet roll. Occasionally, a used condom and a small discarded bottle of Vasoline left in one of the stalls. Suffice to say, this only fuelled my desire to come across such things, and a wonderful orgasm was usually had.Virtually every weekend I paid a visit, and despite all the evidence that guys were having sex in the premises, I had never witnessed it myself. That was until one January afternoon, on a bitterly cold Winter’s day, I entered the public toilets. I decided on the stall I was going to occupy, and sat there, reading the latest erotica, slowly playing with my engorged cock as I admired the beautifully drawn images. I hadn’t been there long, before I heard someone come into the premises, and occupy the accompanying stall. I stopped playing with myself, but was still highly turned on. My cock was already sporting a globule of hot, sticky pre-cum. Then what I heard coming from next door stopped me dead in my tracks; I could quite clearly hear the slapping of a cock being wanked quite furiously!This was it! I’d waited months and blown so many loads imagining this moment! My heart was pounding like a bass drum in my chest, my hands were shaking, but my cock was straining, starting to become uncomfortable, so intense was the arousal. I managed to conceal my excited prick back into my boxer shorts and pulled up my jeans, and with trembling hands, undid my cubicle’s canlı bahis siteleri bolt and stood opposite the door of my neighbour. I rapped at his door.’Would you like a hand with that?’ I nervously asked, my voice trembling slightly.There was an uncomfortable silence for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than mere seconds. And then the bolt was unlocked, and a small gent in his mid 50’s peered from the crack of the partial opening. His eyes wandered down to the ill concealed bulge in the front of my jeans, and the door was opened fully to reveal himself naked from the waist down.I entered into the cubicle with him, locking the door behind myself. I took in the sight before me of a slightly chubby guy, dressed in a chequered flat cap and matching three quarter length Tweed overcoat, and as my eyes wandered down, a short uncut cock of roughly 5 inches, but with a nice girth to it. His hands were swiftly rubbing my erection through my jeans, so I proceeded to unbutton myself, and revealed my swollen cock for him. I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees, and marvelled as I felt another man gently caress and fondle my excited cock for the first time. Oh, he was so gentle, and his touches were almost like a feather. My whole lower body was tingling and buzzing in sheer pleasure. There really is nothing like that first time!His hands wandered around to stroke my buttocks, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, despite his gentle and slow fondling. I removed his expert hands from my highly aroused body, and manoeuvred my way to sit myself upon the cracked toilet bowl. His excited cock was at my eye level, hard and ready. I knew I had always wanted to suck another man’s cock, just from the descriptions I had read as a horny teenager. And as I took his short, plump shaft between my fingers, delighting in the heat it emanated on this cold day, canlı bahis and slowly rolled down his foreskin to reveal a fat, pink head, I was left in no doubt that I was going to realise my ambition. I closed my eyes and gently lapped all around his glans, circling my tongue over and around his meatus, enveloping just the tip with my lips. I was surprised to find that there was no aroma or flavour to his cock, but the way my own cock was bouncing around and dripping with pre-cum as I sucked on his fat prick, was quickly erased from my thoughts.He let me suck and slurp on his fat tool for a minute or two, then he pushed down on my shoulders, and slowly slid his length in and out of my hot mouth. His cock filled my mouth and then slowly slid out, glistened by my saliva. Slowly at first, but then the pace would increase for a few rapid strokes, and I would be unable to breathe. He would give me time to recover then raise the pace once more. I lost track of time as I pleasured his lovely piece of meat with my tongue and mouth, all the while my own cock dripping a string of runny pre-cum onto the toilet’s tiled floor. Eventually, his balls started to twist and rise in his scrotum, and he removed his cock from my mouth. His cock looked about an inch bigger now, and I would like to think that was due to my eager manipulations, as he took it in his right hand and furiously wanked it towards the wall of the cubicle. Stream after stream shot from his engorged member, as his eyes rolled back in his head and he emanated a low moan, splashing onto tiles, coating the wall in his thick love juice.Eventually, he regained his composure, and his once proud member was deflating, slowly returning to it’s unexcited self. I took him between a couple of my fingers, and lowered my mouth on his tip to clean him up. I swirled my tongue around his helmet, savouring his sweet cum, my reward for my first blow-job. I placed one last gentle peck on his piss-slit, and he quickly pulled up his trousers and underwear and hastily departed the cubicle. No ‘thank you’s’ or helping me towards my own orgasm, but I was happy that I had sampled my first cock.