Sitting in the quiet of the cubicle my heart beating quite quickly as I listened for the noise of approaching footsteps on the tiled floor. The smell of the place was intoxicating. I breathed it in savouring the different scents and the dankness of the old building. I was sat in the end stall of a cottage on the green a triangle of grass which adjoined a cricket pitch and play area now seldom used and surrounded by tall bushes all but covering the small building from plain view.
I had been here a few times before but never like this. Previously I had entered the cottage and found a man stood at the urinal who glanced at me as I entered and carried on "peeing" or so I thought. I recall standing next to him and fumbling to get my cock free before attempting to pee too. I could sense he was not actually passing water at all but there was a slow deliberate movement as he stroked his cock that I could see from the corner of my eye. I could feel my face flushing as I tried to pee, with nothing happening I shook my cock which was semi erect now and stepped back and left the cottage. The man never moved. I sat in my car outside for a few minutes, but he didn't come out. The thought that he was one of the men I was seeking aroused me as I rubbed my cock through my jeans watching the cottage from about 50 yards away.
My heart pounded as I saw another man enter the cottage, my cock stiffened at what he would find inside. After a few minutes he still had not come out. Oh my I thought I would love to be inside there now to see what was going on. It must have been almost 10 minutes later before the two men came out. The second man walked briskly away before about a minute or so later the first man walked slowly out and rubbing his crotch he headed in my direction!. I sat wondering whether to start my car and disappear quickly, but he was almost half way towards me. My face reddened as he came close enough to spot me sitting in my car. He smiled and rubbed his cock blatantly as he walked slowly past me, my heart was pounding with excitement and arousal. It was then I realised that my cock was still in view and in my hand too!
Oh my I thought did he see what I was doing? He had looked straight at me as he passed me he must have seen my cock!
That was two weeks ago. I had not plucked up the courage to come here again until today. Now I was sitting in the cubicle wearing a black lace thong trying hard not to touch my cock which was aching for me to do so. I heard the footsteps on the tile floor as someone came inside the cottage. My heart leaped with excitement and nervousness. My cock was suddenly soft in my sheer thong, yet I was still aroused. I heard the door to the next cubicle open and I could see through the hole a man entered. I watched as he took off his jacket and hung it on the peg on the back of the door. I knew he could see me through the hole and I watched as he stood rubbing the front of his trousers. I could hear his breathing as he rubbed slowly. I pushed my jeans right down exposing my thong to him. There was a gasp as he saw the sheer lace covering my shaved cock. This emboldened me and I allowed my hand to rub myself for a second or two enjoying the attention.
