Danny is horny 3: Spunk-crazy man in toilet
by
Funtimedanny
Had some quite strong reactions to Danny is Horny 2 -- most people seemed to get off on it, even those who are don't like that particular scene. As I said, I don't usually go for pain other than very mild stuff in the heat of the moment, like when there is the odd slap when you are getting fucked or the gentle tweak of a nipple, which in my case goes straight to my dick. But the consensus seemed to be that the one-off experience from a year ago that I related was more about desire and what people would do sexually when they were lost in the moment or really strongly lusting/loving the other person than it was about the pain. I think that is why so many of you got turned on and said that you thought about it and wanked to it even quite a while after reading it. Very flattering really and quite horny for me to hear as it was quite an experience for me and one that I still masturbate to sometimes, even though I have mixed feelings about it.
When I first decided to write something for Nifty a few days ago, it was because my encounter with Steve and the straight guy at the station was unusually horny for me and it felt worth writing down. I decided after that and the reaction that I probably not write about run of the mill encounters when cruising or cottaging etc. But thought I would share this somewhat brief experience that happened earlier today as it was a bit unusual, though quite quick. Let me know on Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk if you think it is worth recounting such experiences in the future. By the way, I am sorry, but when Danny is horny 2 first went up on Nifty, the email address at the end of the piece was wrong (although the one at the beginning was right), so apologies if anyone tried to contact me and got no reply. It has now been corrected.
I don't know if I mentioned in my earlier submissions that I am a long distance runner. I run in road races 4 or 5 times a month. Some of them are large events, some quite small, more local ones with only 2-3 hundred runners. Most times I run with my partner, but sometimes work commitments prevent him from running with me. Today, I was on my own. It was a short run -- just 10k (6.25miles). After a long run, like a half marathon or something, I tend to feel quite tired after, but when it is a short run like this, I often feel energised and often really horny afterwards. Some of the best sex my partner and I have is when we pull over after a shorter run and fuck ourselves silly in the back seat.
Often at smaller races like today there are no shower facilities and even if there are, most people don't bother and drive straight home and shower and change in comfort there. Today, however, the start and finish was at a school where there were facilities and as it was further away than usual, about 90 mins drive, I decided to shower and get changed.
In the changing room there were about a dozen guys. The communal showers with six nozzles were through a short passage. It is ages since I have been in a communal shower -- generally nowadays in gyms and things there are individual cubicles. I couldn't help feel the stirring of anticipation in my dick, but tried hard not to think about anything, as I didn't want a hard-on to embarrass me. There were four pretty toned guys in the showers when I got there, as runners tend to have fairly good bodies. I tried not to stare. There was a bit of banter about the race. I couldn't help glance at the others occasionally while I showered and I noticed that one of the other lads was also stealing a glance occasionally at the mid sections of the other guys, but we didn't make eye contact. He was cute though, a little short, about 5 foot ten, short light brown wavy hair, slim but not skinny with a bubble bum to die for. I lingered a bit and soon there were three of us left. The cute guy I had noticed and one other, who was quite a contrast -- tall, dark skinned, black hair and well built. My cock began to semi-harden -- I had not had a shower scene with anyone in years and it is a sort of standard fantasy if you know what I mean. I washed around my crotch to try and hide the emerging hard on, but of course rubbing in that area was a bit counter-productive! Not the guy I had noticed checking out the other lads, but the other, taller dark-haired guy caught my eye at one point and casually, but obviously deliberately, flicked his cock towards me a couple of time. But I wasn't sure. I think he was a straight guy, but one who quite liked the attention he thought I was giving him. Anyway, as this is not a story but real life, reality kicked in -- it wasn't safe to start anything and eventually the shorter bubble butt guy who had been checking people out left and so did I as a couple more lads entered the shower.
In the changing room I did risk smiling at the bubble-butt guy who had been checking out the others as we towelled off and he did smile shyly back. There is something about a shy smile that really makes my heart flip. But we glanced away quickly and continued to change. I was now very hard and horny and I thought, what the hell, I would go to the toilets and see if he followed and if not maybe have a good wank anyway thinking about what might have happened in the shower. The toilets smelt of drains though, so I didn't linger very long. As I returned to the changing room, my bubble butt friend was just approaching the passage to the toilet. When he saw me coming out he sort of arced around and left. Bugger my timing was all wrong. If I had waited a bit longer in the toilets perhaps something would have happened.
I drove out of the car park wishing my partner was with me and we could have some fun to relieve the hard on that I had become really self-conscious about. It wouldn't go down and it was my tenting my loose trousers. As I stopped to join the main road, I noticed, standing at a bus stop, Mr. Bubble butt. I geared myself up to offer him a lift, but before I could turn into the road the bus came and he got on. What a bummer. I decided it would be foolish to try and follow the bus. Sometimes I really wish life could be more like fiction.
My hard on went down a bit, but I was still semi hard and had a background sexual arousement, even though I was concentrating mainly on driving and listening to the radio. So I decided to stop at a service area on the motorway where I have stopped a few times before and once or twice found someone to have a wank with.
At this service station there are six cubicles along one wall and between the second and third from last, which are a bit away from anything else, there is a peephole between the cubicles. Both of them were occupied. There was no one else there so I went to the washbasins and loitered. Eventually I heard the chain go and someone came out. He was grinning and he glanced at me. We both knew what I was going to do if I went in to the cubicle he had just left. I did.
I unzipped my trousers and pants, dropped them to my ankles and sat down. After a couple of minutes of gently stroking there had been no sign of the guy next to me looking through the peep hole so I took a look through. At first I couldn't see him. Then I noticed his bare back below me -- and his clothes piled up on the cistern. He was naked!
I bent down and looked under the partition. He was half lying on his front with his arm stretched under the partition on the other side, obviously playing with whoever was in there. I could see his arse only a foot from me facing me invitingly. I started to stroke myself looking at his nice, slightly hairy arse. After a while I heard a half sigh, half groanfrom beyond the other partition. The lucky bugger had obviously got off. The guy in the cubicle next to me got up.
I did too and peeped through. He was rubbing his hand over his body, which was glistening slightly. Then he started stroking his dick. It wasn't a very big spy hole and suddenly he moved his eye to it. I sat back and wanked my cock for him, turned on that he was watching. Then I saw two knees appear below the partition and his hand came through. I crouched down and directed his hand on to my cock. He started stroking it slowly. I was so horny by now that I was quickly close to spunking a load. Just before I got to the point of no return, he moved his hand under my balls and felt around my arse for a moment and then returned to wanking my cock. I could feel the sensations of spunking quickly beginning to rise in me, so pulled back. I always think it's impolite just to shoot a load in these situations without helping get the other guy off too. So after pulling back I knelt and put my hand through. His cock was slimy and thick and hard. I pulled on it only a couple of times when he pulled back and sat up again. I was a bit disappointed. Maybe he had cum and that was what I could feel lubing his cock. I sat back up on the toilet and decided to finish myself off. But then his hand came under the partition and passed me a piece of toilet paper. Scribbled on it was, 'cum in my hand please'.
At one level, wanking off into someone's hand felt a bit of a waste. But it also seemed incredibly horny at a basic instinctive level. Here was a guy who really wanted my seed. Anyway, I was so horned up after the running, the shower scene and so on that I thought I would. His hand came through, palm up and I knelt in front of it so I could see through the peephole and also aim my cock at his hand. I could see he was beating himself off rapidly, his cock looked really horny and there was something a bit dirty and sexy about the situation so I started to go for it too. My cock was at its hardest and I felt proud of it, so I pulled his hand through a bit further and let him feel me. I saw he started beating himself off even faster. I let his hand drop back and went back to masturbating, aiming the tip of my cock at his upturned palm. After only a short time, I felt that intense pleasure at the end of my dick, it expanded and throbbed that bit more in my hand, I slowed the rate at which I was stroking so I could aim better, pulled back on the foreskin one more time, paused as the muscles in my groin all tensed and shot one of my biggest loads into his hand. I was panting after I filled up his palm so full that a couple of strands of my thick sperm were dripping over between his fingers. I closed my eyes for a moment. When I came down off my high, I looked in the peephole and saw he was sitting back on the toilet smearing my spunk over his face and licking his hand. Then he was running it over his chest. It looked an awful lot and I felt quite stud-like and pleased with myself! He was still hard and obviously had not cum himself.
I hadn't quite judged things right and a huge drip of spunk fell from my cock onto the front of my jeans. They were black and I knew they would be stained. Shit. I squeezed my cock and made sure the last drop of cum was out of my dick and on my fingers. I tasted it as I pulled up my pants and trousers. Not bad, I thought and it gave me a bit of a thrill thinking of him tasting the same. Somehow, to my surprise, the whole thing seemed hornier than if he had just swallowed it in a blowjob.
Fortunately the basin area was empty when I left the cubicle, so I had a bit of a chance to wash out the small spunk stain on the front of my jeans as best I could.
As my partner was at work I had no reason to rush back and I suddenly felt quite tired, so decided to take it easy. I had a long lunch in the service station cafeteria and a couple of coffees to wake up for the drive back. I needed a piss after the coffee and went back to the toilets on my way out. I noticed that the cubicle I was in earlier was vacant, but the one that had been occupied by the guy I now thought of as the 'spunk- crazy guy' was still occupied. I couldn't resist going in. I needed to piss anyway and took a long piss standing at the toilet bowl. I noticed an eye come to the peephole and watch me piss. So I kept my cock out of my flies and sat down. I didn't really feel ready for another wank yet, but thought I would show this guy a couple of strokes. Within a few seconds a hand appeared with some toilet paper, 'cum in my hand again please'. Jesus, this same guy must have been in there for well over an hour. I wrote on the toilet paper that I was sorry but wasn't ready for any more and passed it back.
I looked through the peephole carefully at his body. I focused more on the glistening I had seen before. Not sure if it was my imagination or real, but it looked to me like there was dried spunk and patches of more recent spunk all over his face and upper chest -- I couldn't see below that the way he was positioned.
I felt quite horny all the rest of the way home thinking of all the different loads of spunk he had been tasting and rubbing into himself as he wanked.
Let me know whether or not thinking of this makes you horny too and whether it's worth me recording these sorts of experiences or whether better to stick to more major encounters.
Thanks Danny Funtimedanny@hotmail.co.uk