I am taken back to a story that happened to me, many years ago. I had just turned eighteen. It was evening. Winter time, because it got dark early. I had just finished my cleaning job in the city, and when I walked out onto the lamp-lit street abustle with people. The cold hit me, and I needed to take an urgent piss. Luckily there was an underground toilet outside of the tall building I clean, and so bounded down the stairs, pulled out my piss-filled cock, and began to jet noisily into the urinal. It was one of those porcelain urinals from the early seventies, smelling of stale piss. It was dimly lit, the floor was tiled. Suddenly beside me appeared a young man in his early twenties, sporting a hard on in his hands. He gingerly proffered it to me. I was shocked. No one had ever offered their cock to me before. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was plumly circumsized, bursting out of its restraining skin. It was abuzz with youthful, sexual electricity. The purple head flared up at me. The slit winked at me. Touch it, he said to me. There was no one else in the toilet. I was still pissing into the urinal. I stared at it. I was so taken aback, and I was not gay, but was tempted to squeeze the life out of that rearing beast beside me.
I looked around, there was no one else in the toilets. His eyes implored me to touch it. To stroke it. To suck him off. He held it turgid, and quivering before me. My blood was running to all the right places. To exhibit his cock like this to a total stranger, takes courage. I reached out and tightly wrapped my hand around the firm swell. An electric shock went up my arm, and I immediately let go. His cock was hot, and throbbing. It was so animal like. He had thin lips, pale skin, and short-cropped dark hair.
