I'm wearing this guilt like it's a new suit. Only I'm the only one who can see it, and I don't have to worry about whether it matches my shoes.
And every day, I look at my wife, and I kiss her, and she looks into my eyes, and the guilt surfaces, like maybe she can see it. One day I feel like she's going to stop, look closer, then her eyes will widen, and she'll see my secret and cry.
I have to push that thought away, but it's the reason why I haven't been back in months. Just couldn't handle it.
But the guilt sealed my fate, so I couldn't go back.
Ever.
Six, maybe seven months after I'd sucked a dick in a public toilet for the first time, and as the local weather warmed up, my wife encouraged me to go jogging again. To be fair, she did so because she knew how much happier it made me afterwards, but also because the winter clothes discretely hid that extra kilo or three we put on.
Our local park is great. There's a segment for new parents, with screaming kids excited to be playing on their favourite playground equipment, while barbecues nearby allowed men to practice Master Chef, while the women whispered secrets to their friends behind a hidden palm.
And then there's the toilets, which are conveniently located off the carpark and not far from the barbecues.
I'm one of those men whose wife needs to make sure he's wee'd, or he'll end up holding his dick at a party and complaining that he needs to go. So, naturally, halfway through my run, I realised I needed to go.
When I raced inside, and apparently without warning, two men looked dodgy as fuck. One turned around and looked to be fumbling with his bits, while the other hunched over the urinal, after having spun around in a heartbeat. The urinal was fairly new, metallic, and so highly reflective. Which meant I got a good view of the urinal guy's dick as he pissed.
Except that he wasn't pissing at all. His dick was really hard and appeared still.
There were two cubicles facing the urinals, and one was occupied, so I went in the other.
Perhaps my previous public toilet experience had made me wiser to things that had been a secret to me all of my life because I scanned the cubicle as I entered it and immediately noticed a glory hole between the two cubicles.
I may not have had any action since the shopping centre toilet experience, but I sure as shit had been looking up 'things' and I was aware of the popularity of glory holes.
I pissed, but I knew that I wasn't going to leave in a hurry, as my heart raced with excitement.
Holy fuck. Another glory hole.
I dropped my shorts and underpants, after a quick wipe, I sat on the toilet and had a little peek at my neighbour.
Whoever he was, he was wanking, of that I was sure.