It must be ten years since I first experienced the touch of another man’s cock. I happened one day as I had stopped at a public loo late one afternoon while en route to see an old friend. I had had a pee as needed and washed my hands in the automatic washing gadget and was just walking out of the door when I sensed more than heard someone behind me. I turned as one would and was greeted by the sight of a middle aged guy walking towards the urinal with his stiff cock poking out of his jeans. I have to confess that I was somewhat surprised! He didn’t say a word or look my way but stood in front of the tray, slowly wanking. If he had any idea what my reaction might have been I have no idea but I suppose he reckoned I might be interested and was willing to take a chance. Initially I was very unsure what to think or do, never having even considered what it might feel like to touch another man but something in me told me to join him in front of the tray. This I did. His reaching over and rubbing the front of my trousers obviously confirmed his suspicions and I found to my complete surprise that I was already hardening to his gentle stroking. I summoned my courage and reached over and gingerly wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt warm and smooth to my touch and as soon as I gently started to wank him he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. To this day I really cannot account for what drew me to do this although I have no regrets that I did. Within seconds he tried to unzip me but he couldn’t so I helped and took my own, now very hard, cock out of my jeans and he returned the compliment of slowly started wanking me too. The thought went through my head of how bizarre this seemed, two middle aged men, standing in a public toilet, with the potential of some walking in at any moment, each with a complete stranger’s stiff cock in their hand. It was a completely new experience for me and one I had to confess I was thoroughly enjoying. He was clearly enjoyed the attention too, as he and I realised he was about to come as his breathing became more rapid. He took my hand off his cock and quickly finished himself off with a few rapid wanks and his spunk shot into the tray. He then finished me too, my excitement raised by the sight of his orgasm. It didn't take long as I was fit to burst. We both shook off the last drops of spunk, put out drooping cocks away and he left. He just smiled to me as he left. Never a word was spoken by either of us. I just had to stand there trembling for a few minutes before I left and continued my journey. I did feel a curious pang of guilt initially but as I drove along I had finally to admit to myself that I had very much enjoyed the experience, and that I wanted more. Such is life!