A distressed man in his mid-forties, his voice tight with anxiety, telephoned BuzzFeed News to say the police had just apprehended him for cottaging.
She was leaving and I would never get to see what she looked like or even to have her help getting off.It started with a phone call in early July. I heard the sound of her stall door open and close. I could hear sounds of her tearing toilet paper, and what must have been her cleaning herself. If I had guessed at that moment I would say she pushed a gallon of cum in my mouth.Īs I eased back onto the toilet to think about what I had just done, she got up. I felt her shaft begin to flex, and quickly she began exploding in my mouth. As she became close, she grabbed the back of my head from under the stall and began to gyrate with her hips. Although her cock did not have much of a taste, the pre-cum tasted salty. As soon as I heard her moan again I wrapped my lips around as much as I could. I sunk to my knees and began by licking her shaft then kissing the head. I then heard from the other stall in a very feminine voice, "suck it baby, please." I knew it was now or never. As I varied my speed of pumping, I began to hear moans of pleasure coming from the other stall.Īfter what seemed to be a long time but likely was only minutes, I began to notice the glistening of pre-cum on her cock. With my other hand, I reached under to caress the balls that went with such a great cock. I slid my hand up and down, enjoying every second that I got to touch it. Without thinking and before I stop myself, I reached out and grabbed the cock with one hand. I had never touched another cock in my life but I had a yearning to touch it, to rub it, to kiss this perfect specimen. The mushroom head looked perfect with the smooth as silk shaft. I would have guessed that it was at least nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. Then, quickly, I saw something I was not expecting.Ī large cock slid under the divider. I saw her sexy smooth legs and the bottom of a shimmering blue dress. Then without warning, the occupant of the other stall got on her knees. I thought this weirded her out, because the shoe pulled back. So, I stretched my legs out wide so that my foot was right next to hers. At that time I knew that I needed to respond in some way, or I would never know what the person wanted so. The tapping of her shoe continued until it was right under the divider. Now thinking about it, it would probably be obvious what I was doing, but at the time it seemed like a smart move. When I finished relieving myself, I still wanted to see what would happen so I sat down on the toilet to act like I still was using the bathroom. At first I wasn't even sure if the person meant anything by it.
I had heard about gay cruising and had heard the rumors of foot tapping in restrooms, but I never thought it would be happening to me. I rarely went to the bathroom out in public and had never had someone cruise me.
I could barely believe what was happening. As I stared at the shoe, it began to inch towards my stall while slowly tapping. In the stall next to mine was a woman wearing bright blue glittery high heels. When I looked to the floor towards the occupied stall I saw something that made my jaw drop. I quickly pulled down my pants and began to relieve myself. The furthest and largest of the stalls was occupied, so I chose the middle stall for some reason, I really can't remember why. I was needing to go so badly that I decided to use one of the three stalls. I immediately felt dismay when I walked into the men's bathroom to see all of the urinals with signs over them stating "Out of Order". I parked next to the other car and sprinted into the bathroom. In the parking lot there was only one other car, a silver Camry. It may have been two o'clock in the morning, but I needed to go to the bathroom. When I saw the sign for the rest stop, I pulled in without a second thought. The large soda I had gotten at a convenience store was starting to get the better of me so I knew I was going to have to stop soon. After going through a bitter divorce, I tried to be away from home as much as possible. I had been driving down I85 for four hours, on my way home from a work convention.