In 1961 we all craved a job in the summer holidays which could lead to a Saturday and even Sunday job when the holidays finished. I worked in the butchery division of a pet food supplier. The butchers took the meat and it was frozen in muslin overnight. There was always a smart arse who thought it would be a good idea to lock you in the blast freezer for a few minutes. At first you were not anxious but also you did not know that the light would go off and a snow storm would blank your hearing. Very frightening and nothing to do with the story except that my job did indeed carry on to become a Saturday and Sunday morning job.

One Sunday at lunch time I caught the bus back home. I was on the top deck and I spotted an old chap a few rows ahead of me who was obviously looking at a "dirty book". Censorship was strict and you would only see tits, stockings and wonderful petticoats. Cunts and fucking were a long way from being allowed but the tits and lingerie were enough for me to have a very enjoyable wank.

This chap got off the bus at my stop and walked across the road to the public toilet. These were very disgusting places then. There would never ever be toilet paper, sink, soap or toilet brush or even a light bulb. This is when there were dozens of public toilets with crude pictures and stories on the wall. The stink would be overwhelming as was the urge to enter. I desperately wanted to see the photos in his magazine and had no other motive. I stood in the stall next but one to him. I started my wee and mentioned that I had seen his mag. He handed it to me and of course I needed one hand to hold it and one to turn the pages and he knew that I would need another hand to enjoy myself. He started to rub my cock and I was much much more than rock hard. It was strange, exciting and so very naughty. Then before I even knew that there was such a thing he was sucking my cock; absolutely mind blowing. He told me that he wanted to have me in his bed and dressed in ladies undies. This was all too much for me and I spunked all over the place.

I quickly put my cock away and left. I was feeling so disgusted with myself and I walked the rest of the way home. What a mixture of mental torment and a feeling of needing another wank urgently. I had three in quick succession with only the mental image of him on the end of my cock.

Of course the following Sunday came round and I caught the same bus. He was there and I was definitely not going into the toilet this time. Yes, I was right behind him. He sucked me again and wanked me with a story of what he would do with me in his bed dressed all girly.

I should remember what happened next but I don't. I never saw him again. My mother of course had an underwear drawer. In my mind she knew exactly where every bra, knickers and underskirt were placed. The trouble I took to place everything back in the right place was an obsession. I would be in my parent's bedroom with bra and knickers on enjoying a really nice wank.

Our town centre had a pretty serious public toilet in the centre. It was down steps into a large area of stalls and another long line of actual toilets with each one behind a closed door. There was even a toilet attendant who looked after the place.

How did I decide to go to the furthest toilet and lock the door. I really did not know but there I was sat wanking and looking at the drawings on the wall and the stories. I noticed the toes of a shoe going up and down in the cubicle next to me. I took this as a clue to slowly begin to do the same thing. Then he covered my foot with his and gave it a press.

There was then and still is a gap between cubicles. What went on then does not go on today. This naughty man lay on the floor put his hand up for me to put my cock in it - I did. He wanked me, I loved it. I went there quite often after that and I would lie down on the floor and look at what was going on further up the line. The peep holes and glory holes came later; all long gone now. Ah well, happy days.