I was slight of stature with little body hair, yet I had a respectable size cock.
Uncircumsized and 7" long with low hanging balls I was envious of men I saw at
the urinals who had soft but extremely long dicks emerging from their zippers.
The only experience of any sexual nature was masterbation of  which I engaged
frequently. I was shy and had not had any real dating per say with any of the
girls I went to high school with. I had attended a small town high school and had
never engaged in any experimentation with other guys due to the ridicule I had
seen and heard given to any male who even acted a little effeminate. Away at the
state college for my first year I was in a rather large city in comparison to my
home town. I became inthrolled by the various graffiti found in public restrooms
and had tried to check out as many as I could. Transportation presented a problem
as I had no car and the money for buses mounted up. Narrowing down my restroom
hangouts to a few on campus and several near off campus locales I was surprised
and encouraged to notice a few regulars who seemed to be doing the same as I. My
most exciting encounter to date was happening on a stall that had fresh cum
dripping from the stall door and an unflushed toilet that was dark yellow with
standing acrid urine. I did not realize how hot the smells of this place would
get me and I bent close to the door to smell the dripping goo. My load came quick
and spattered on the door mixing with the fresh spunk already present. I sat on
the john until I was soft enough to piss and I added my scent to the already foul
bowl. I left without flushing and had a hot jackoff fantasy played over and over
in my head about watching the first participant lose his load on the stall door.
I was getting bolder and had found one restroom with a hole in the stall wall
that allowed observation of the next occupant. My only real encounter to date was
when a man was occupying the stall and shitting up a real nasty stink. He didn't
play with himself or appear to be interested in me so I just sat and occupied
space and time while the reeking odor surrounding me seemed to get heavier. This
man left and I sat biding my time while I began to play with my cock. I spit on
the head and pulled the foreskin slowly down as far as it would go. Several days
had passed since my last ejaculation and I was thinking of having the stall door
as my target. There was some nice drawings of a dude with his legs up and another
fucking him. I had tickled my asshole while jacking off but had no real
penetration. The feeling of my finger around the outside was pleasureable and I
though getting fucked could be hot but was sure that the pain must be horrible
when the first time occurs. I was getting very close and had a nice bit of precum
when the stall next to me became occupied again. I quickly stuffed my cock in the
toilet bowl and waited.

My companion in the neighboring stall wiped the seat in a peculular way. He had
torn paper off the roll but he turned to the side so his ass faced my wall
opening. He was a big man from this view. His attire was jeans that were tatered
and I could catch glimpses of muscular hairy legs under the areas that where
ripped. He had a good build from the back and looked like he was tall and tightly
built. He turned to sit and slowly unbuckled his belt. The buckle was a large
round one and his belt was a wide leather black of woven strands. He unbuttoned
his jeans and I noticed they had buttons all the way down the fly. Slowly each
button was being undone. I noticed his big hands and was really excited. I forgot
about descretion and leaned forward gazing through the hole. My positon must have
been evident from his view point. He got the last button undone and let the jeans
slide down to his ankles. I gasped uncontrollably as he had massive muscular legs
and a hot hard butt profile. His cock was not yet erect but it protruded
exstensively from his jockstrap. I had never thought of wearing a jockstrap under
my normal clothes and this was a turn on. His strap was stained yellow in front
and I just drooled when he let it down to sit on the shitter. His cock was huge
soft and it was uncut like mine. He slowly peeled back the foreskin before he sat
down and I noticed it was cheesy underneath. Mine had on occasion gotten this way
when I had not washed recently especially after cumming several times between
showers. He sat on the throne and placed his cock facing down to the bowl. I
noticed he glanced over my way and I bolted upright. I was nervious and excited
and scared shitless. He began to piss and let out a long forceful one that seemed
to go on forever. I was jolted again when I heard a deep forceful voice. His
comment about the stench in the john caught me off guard. I remained silent,
never had I spoken to a stranger in a bathroom. "You alright, ain't sick are
you?" he said. "Yea", I stuttered "It was the guy in here before that made the
stink". A grunt was all that emerged and he began to shit. I heard the release of
gas from his bowels and the dropping of shit into the bowl. I was light headed as
his odors wafted my way. This was what I wanted but I was really scared. He must
have noticed since his next comment was about my trembling. "Sure you are okay
you look kind of pale and you are sweating" he stated as he bent forward and
looke through the hole. This was to much and I wiped, pulled up my pants and
started out without even flushing the toilet. He just pulled up his pants and
opened his door before I could get by. He stood fly open  belt undone with only
the top button closed. I was really shaking as he stood there. He must have been
in his early to mid forties and he was balding but keep his remaining hair close
cropped. He had a close cut beard and was wearing a tank top that showed an
excellent build. Height wise he appeared to be in the 6 foot plus range. He acted
in control as he motioned for me to stop and remarked " Don't go running off just
yet you seem to need some help". I began to move around him and he just circled
me with his arms and moved his lips to mine. His ruff beard scratched my hair-
less face and he pressed his lips to mine. I started to struggle but could get
now where against his powerfull body, nor did I really want to. He began to press
his lips and then delved with his tongue into my mouth. I slowly relaxed and he
was basically holding me up. My knees where weak and buckled but I loosened my
mouth and allowed his tongue to pry. I even began to kiss back which he liked and
grunted his approval. The main door to the john started to open and I tried to
break off the embrace but he held tight. I was starting to panic when he released
his grip. I stumbled backward and he just turned around and walked out. He eyed
the man walking in dead on with a confidence that I could only dream about. I
stammered and stuttered but really did not have anything to say and I watched the
new man just give a look at me and seemed to be discusted by what he thought had
occured. I straightened up and walked out. As I left I heard, " Shit, mother
fucking fags left this place a fucking mess".  I remembered that both stalls had
full bowls that weren't flushed. I quickly left the area so the man in the
bathroom would not find me since I didn't know what he would do. I was not a
fighter and I didn't have the big man around to help me out if the pissed off guy
came after me. I looked for the man who had made me almost faint with passion but
he was no where around. Getting to the bus stop would be easy from here but I
decided to take a different route so if the other man followed I would lead him
away from  my life.  I took some turns through some shops and ended up at a
different bus stop. I was going to walk more but the bus was arriving so I got
on. I made sure no one was following and then took it to the needed transfer to
get me back to my dorm. Once in the dorm room I relaxed as I was alone and layed
down on the bed. I got a hard thinking about my first kiss and started to cry as
I relived the fear of discovery. The man had called me a fag. I did love the
feeling of being held and kissed by a man and I was excited enough to want to do
it again. I knew I would be making a trek back to the same bathroom to find  this
man who I wanted to give of myself freely!