At that time, I was young, in my twenties, was married to my first wife and we had just had our first child. I worked on the railway system, usually 12-hour shifts which meant by the time I travelled to and from work I was away from home for about 15-hours a day.
This left little to no time for any 'fun times' between the wife and I. I was left to watch a lot of porn and read many erotica stories on the internet, not only to pass the time at work but to take care of my sexual needs -- albeit 'single handily' at that time.
During the rounds of cleaning the station one night, as rostered I closed the public bathrooms for cleaning, locking the door once all patrons had left and went about my duties. It was while cleaning the disabled cubical towards the end of the bathroom that truly changed my outlook on work.
My graffiti remover in hand on the back of the door was a number scribbled, with "Get your cock sucked..."
I didn't really take much notice, cleaned it off before continuing for the rest of my shift. However, it was there each night that I was scheduled to clean the bathrooms.
The thought of having my cock sucked by someone who wasn't my wife was a turn on, something I hadn't considered or thought about.
It took a few days of that message going over and over in my head before it dawned on me that while I was watching porn at work, I was beginning to focus more on what the cock was doing rather than the overall scene.
To be honest I was a little too chicken to try something at work. Being caught would result in my job, my marriage, let's not forget the public humiliation and so soon found a website dedicated towards cruising -- or finding guys that are looking for other guys.
Looking through the website for a couple of days I found there was a cruising spot at a nearby park that I pass both on my way to work, and home from work in the late evenings. This prompted a week of scoping out the place.
When were families there? when did it seem busiest? What type of guys hung around there? Did I really want to do this?
Then one day it happened.
I was at work as usual. It was time to close the public toilets once again for cleaning. This required us to make an announcement to please finish up, while locking the door and letting people out one-by-one while attempting to allow new patrons to enter -- we were on a tough time constraint.
All patrons left the bathroom facility; however, I noticed that the disabled cubicle was still locked and in use. It had been approximately five-minutes since the last person had left the toilets, yet this stall was still in use.
I began to have second thoughts on whether anyone was in there, sometimes we had people who'd lock it and crawl underneath thinking they themselves were hilarious, and I began to question whether that is what had happened here.
As I went back in towards the cubicles to check was when I realised there were two people in the cubicle, one sitting on the bowl the other in between their legs. I could see all four legs under the door.
