My friends and I had just spent a Thursday evening having a few casual drinks in a pub up town. As we were about to part ways, we watched as the event in the venue opposite was coming to an end, with individuals and groups stumbling out the main doors. What caught our attention was the formal attire and masks, suggesting that there had been a masquerade ball. Judging by those that had removed their masks, it was a ball for over 50's.
As it wasn't too late, I opted to walk home instead of using public transport or taxi, which allowed me to make the most of the warm summer night. I wasn't stupidly drunk, but a 45min walk would allow me to sober up a little bit, and try reduce any effects of a hangover in the morning.
Quite quickly into the walk, I noticed that I was beginning to feel the need to have a piss, immediately regretting my decision to not use the facilities before I left the pub. I persevered on, but it was getting worse, and I picked up my pace. Could I hold on till I got home? I checked my phone and saw I was still 25mins away, I could just go down a side street instead? Fortunately, I soon noticed a sign directing me to a WC 100m away, slightly off my route. Surely it would be closed? I took my chances anyway, if it was shut I'd find a discrete spot to relieve myself.
I was directed to set of steps leading down to an underground public toilet. At the bottom, I could see it went left around a corner and the glow of a light gave me hope that it was not closed. So I made the descent, careful not to trip over my flip flops. I entered the toilet, to my relief it was open. I was hit with a chill, a complete contrast to the warm air I came from, suddenly feeling underdressed in a short sleeved shirt and shorts. The smell wasn't great, a hint of stale piss, but better than most public toilets I had used in the past. The glow I had seen came from a single ceiling light closest to the steps, however, that was the only one working. It just about gave me the ability to make out a cubicle on the left, opposite a wash hand basin and a urinal trough at the back. I could see water reflecting off some pools of water on the floor, maybe a water leak but most likely someone else's piss.
Sidestepping the puddles, I approached the urinal trough, unzipped my shorts and found great relief in having that piss I desperately needed. As I finished, I heard male voices approaching. I remained still trying to work out if they were just walking past at street level, but it quickly became apparent they were coming down the steps, as the voices grew louder and we're now accompanied by footsteps.
I could not work out exactly how many males there were but I guessed at least three.
Man 1 "Fucking hell, this is a shithole."
Man 2 "Give me 30 seconds, I'm busting"
Man 3 "Fucking hurry up"
All voices were deep, not rough or heavily accented but I could tell that these men were older. I remained completely still as one man approached the trough and stood uncomfortably close to me. He undid his belt and trousers and starting pissing, I could feel some splashes bouncing off the stainless steel onto my exposed shins and feet. Out of my periphery I could see him turn his head towards me and look me up and down. He must have been about a foot taller than I was.
I could hear he had finished but he remained standing next to me for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to turn and look but the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing my wrist and he guided my hand onto his cock. I gripped it, as if it were mine, he was soft and it felt similarly sized to my own. I could feel he was completely hairless down there. I slowly turned my head and looked down what I was holding, it was dark but I could make out the silhouette.
"You like that, boy?" He said to me.
My heart racing, I could only muster a "uh huh", almost whispered. He began to move my hand back and forward so that I began wanking his cock. After about five tugs he let go and I carried on needing no assistance. Initially the last dribbles of piss come out the tip and trickled down his shaft, providing a bit of lube. I could feel him beginning to get hard. All this time, my head remained turned, completely focused on my hand rubbing his cock. I could feel the adrenaline rushing, my breath was short, my knees were trembling. I turned my body slightly towards his to get a more comfortable grip and in doing so my undone shorts began to slide down my legs, and I didn't stop them falling all the way to my ankles.
I noticed that the conversation behind had stopped, and I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. I was about to turn and look behind when the man next to me stepped back, removing his cock from my hand. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the urinal. I nearly tripped over my shorts but managed to step out and free my feet, losing my flip flops in the process. The floor was cold and suddenly I was stepping through the puddles I had only just avoided a few minutes ago. He kept a firm grip on my wrist, pushing me ahead of him so that one arm was now twisted behind my back.
He then grabbed my other wrist and held both arms behind, as if I was being handcuffed, my chest now protruding. A second man approached in front and took advantage of my vulnerable state by ripping my shirt open, buttons ripping and falling around us. The man behind grabbed the collar and was now able to pull the shirt off my back and down my arms. He released both my hands so that it could be completely removed and tossed away. Next, he grabbed the waistband of my boxers and roughly pulled my underwear down to my feet. Without any hesitation I lifted each foot out, and my last item of clothing was then kicked across the floor. I was now naked and surrounded.
There were four of them in total. As well as urinal man, there were now three stood in front of me, who were also at least a foot taller than me. They were all big, stockily built, one of them, was round and fat. If anyone walked in now, they would not see me behind their wide frames. They all looked smart, white shirts and dark suits. I could not make out their faces, not because of the lack of light, but masks hid their identities, in this dark setting a sinister, horror-like, revelation. I realised they must have attended the ball I saw earlier. Now these tall, large, smartly dressed strangers looked down at me, a complete contrast - short, lean and naked.
They closely surrounded me from all four sides and each began to start groping my body, their hands rubbing my chest, abs, arms, back, bum. One of them put two fingers in my mouth, I began to suck it as he slid them in and out. In turn they stopped and took a step back from me and I could hear metal belt buckles being loosened and zips being undone. With what little light in the toilet, I could just about see that they had all pulled their cocks out. Their trousers remained on, seemingly I was the only one that would lose their clothing here. I knew what I needed to do, so I crouched down into a squat ready for what we all wanted.
