Matty walked through the park with butterflies in his tummy and a spring in his step. He was supposed to be in a lecture all afternoon. But it had been called off after fifteen minutes of waiting for the lecturer to arrive. So he had the afternoon to himself, with no friends around on this campus. He had one lecture a week here, the rest were on the main campus in a whole different town.
He was just coming to the end of his first year at uni. He wasn't a very academic lad, but the excuse to get out on his own relatively easily. Led him to this D-grade course in a C-grade university. He wasn't driven at all, he was far too easily distracted and easygoing for that.
Matty strolled through the June sunshine in his cargo shorts and t-shirt. His little canvas trainers make next to no noise, and his almost empty backpack is over one shoulder. The park was pretty busy, it was a nice day and lunchtime after all. But as he walked further into the park he left behind all the office workers on their lunch breaks.
On the path ahead he saw three lads walking toward him. Matty's first instinct was to go another way, but that would mean doing a 180. It was too late now anyway, one of them glanced at him, then did a double take. He had seen that look before with his slim petite build, smooth pale skin, dark wavy shoulder-length hair, and big brown eyes. Matty was often mistaken for a girl.
He kept his head down and edged over to the far side of the path, preparing himself for any "funny" comments. But none came, they passed by silently with just the odd sideways glance. Matty decided they weren't sure what he was, and upped his pace a little to put some distance between them. He had always felt uncomfortable around guys close to his own age.
He walked on, getting close to his destination now. He had spotted the little building on a map of the park. It was so overgrown and hidden away you would never find it unless you were looking for it. He had first visited the spot after a lecture last autumn. But then the days shortened and it was dark too early for him to get there.
He turned up the little path that led through the bushes to the public toilet. He had been there a few times this year already. He liked to watch from the first cubicle as men came in and showed off their cocks. He would fantasize about opening the door for them. Taking their big hard cocks in his mouth and sucking until they came. Or even being fucked by them. It made him so fucking horny he would cum, then leave. Often feeling a little disappointed.
The last time he was there though, things ended differently. There was one guy there for quite a while. He was an older guy, tall with a bit of a belly, short receding hair, and a short beard. He had a kind face, and Matty was horny as fuck. So when he asked Matty to open the door, he did. It took a huge effort, he was scared stiff. But he knelt down and sucked the guy's long veiny cock until he came.
Now he was back for more, and he had all afternoon. Matty's hands trembled with nervous excitement as he approached the door and pushed it open. Inside, to the left of the door, were urinals. Standing at one of them was a man in trainers, blue jeans, and a T-shirt. He was older than Matty, probably in his mid-thirties, and turned his head to look at him as he entered. Matty looked away.
Opposite the urinals was a row of sinks and a short corridor that led between two rows of three toilet cubicles. The two rows of doors faced each other, but the first door on Matty's right overlooked the urinals. Matty pressed his trembling hand against it. The door was locked. He panicked a little, but tried to act normally and pushed the second door on the right. It swung open with the hint of a squeak, and Matty slipped inside.
He pushed the bolt into place, then took a quick look around, he hadn't been in this cubicle before. The old lock, the one that used to say Vacant and Engaged on the outside of the door. Had gone, like all the cubicles there, it had been replaced with the bolt. Leaving behind a small hole, about a centimeter in diameter, where the lock would have been. Matty bent down and put his eye to the hole.
He could see the doors of the cubicles opposite him, and to the left, he could see the last urinal. Next to that was half of the guy standing at the next urinal. He watched for a moment, he wasn't sure if this view was going to be good enough. The guy at the urinal kept twisting to look around. Then he took a step back and turned to face the cubicles.
Matty's mouth opened silently and he felt his cock start to throb. The stranger outside stood facing him, holding his long semi erect cock at the base. It poked from the open fly of his jeans and curved in a gentle arc. His smooth tight foreskin was stretched over the large dark pink head which peeked through a small circle that changed size as the stranger stroked his cock. A moment later, he turned back to the urinal and Matty could only see his back again.
But it was enough, Matty turned and wedged his backpack onto the sil of the little window, high on the back wall of the cubicle. Then he returned to the door. The guy was still facing the urinals, but twisting around to check the doors occasionally. Then he turned again, but this time he bent down, looking through the gap at the bottom of the doors. Matty waited and was rewarded, a moment later the guy stood up and showed off his sexy cock again.
Matty watched as the stranger put on a display, his long veiny cock swaying from side to side, then wagging up and down as he stroked it. Growing longer and thicker the whole time. The dark pink circle of exposed cock head started to spread. Matty's eye was glued to the small hole. His hands fumbled with the fly of his shorts and pulled out his own, already rock-hard cock.
Gripping it in his hand Matty started to stroke his cock. His baggy shorts flapped as he masturbated while watching the stranger. They were getting in the way, so he unfastened the button at the waist. The heavy cotton shorts fell quickly to the floor, the metal buttons tapping loudly on the hard surface to announce their arrival. The stranger ducked down quickly and looked under the door.
Matty realised he was now standing right by the cubicle door. With his shorts on the floor around his feet. And this guy could see it and would know exactly what he was doing. Matty panicked again, without thinking he stepped out of his shorts and picked them up. He turned and stuffed them, with his bag, on the little windowsill. It's funny how a little thing can have such a profound effect. As he stood half-naked in the public toilet, Matty felt an enormous rush of excitement.
