I'm not going to lie. I've become a regular in the local toilets at my park.
I went in late in the afternoon after work that next time, post jog and pre-dinner just for a brief look. Sometimes I get off on the graffiti. It turns me on to read some guy's encounter and his desperate plea for a repeat written on the toilet stalls. Often, I can see jizz running down the walls, on the floor or across the toilet seat.
There's a reason why the toilet floor's always sticky.
With a hand on my dick, I read some of the stories and fantasised about the jizz. All of it turned me on. Horny guys came here and wanked and left their prize for others to see. One guy even wrote that he was wanking while looking at all the squirts on the walls.
I was mid-wank, happily ready to nut on the walls to add to it, while also wondering if jizz could be analysed by police and if I could be done for it, when I heard a guy come in and shower.
It had never occurred to me that this toilet block had a shower, so I quickly flushed, and explored.
It turns out there are two sides to the toilets, which I'd never realised, and one side was a shower block, with three showers on either side of a small, confined area. It had it's own entrance but was also connected so you could enter from either the toilet side, or the shower side.
This made me laugh internally, because while I'd seen a shower sign on one side, I'd just assumed it had been closed down in the past.
A quick peek around the corner showed me a naked, fit young guy washing himself. He was washing his arse and watching the door ahead of him, so he wouldn't have noticed me.
I left the toilet quickly and went to my car, nervous, with anticipation, and hoping that I was right about the guy showering. I grabbed my gym bag and hurried cautiously through the shower entry.
When I walked in, the guy looked at me, and something passed between us, perhaps it was an additional second of scrutiny, or just he being startled that someone had come in.
If he was upset to have his space interrupted, he didn't show it.
As I turned and began to change, I could see him out of the corner of my eye watching me undress.
I stripped naked, pulled out my towel and hung it up, and grabbed my shower soap.
I faced the wall, because I had done the hard part, which was to be naked in the vicinity of another naked guy, but I realised I didn't have a plan. I was not the sort of guy who could brazenly determine if someone was showering naked because they were interested in some play or if they were just showering due to necessity.
So I snuck a little peek at him, as tepid water washed over my head and went down my body, I saw he was half-facing me, and washing his balls.
His dick had a lot of foreskin, and his balls were huge! I couldn't exactly tell if he was a bit hard, or if he was just really big, but as he washed, and I watched from the corner of my eye, he washed his cock too, with a careful, lingering hand.
It felt like a provocative move, but I still wasn't sure.
I grabbed some soap and massaged both my hands, then used them to soap up my balls and my cock. I really massaged myself, taking care to elongate my cock, to clean under my foreskin, to rub my belly, and to go back to lathering myself around those parts.
When I next sneaked a peek over at the other guy, he was no longer just a little bit hard. He was rock hard, and his hand could hardly hide it.
That of course made me go hard. I risked looking up at him, and we exchanged glances, before looking at each other's cocks again.
