In the mid 80s I was driving home late at night and I was busting for a pee. I passed a toilet in South London and was pleased and surprised to see that it was still open. I parked and dashed across the road and entered the toilet. Although the toilet was open it was unlit and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the gloom. I found the urinal and with great relief began emptying my bladder. I then noticed that there were four or five guys hanging around with their cocks out wanking! As I am bi, I was excited and began to get hard and stroke my own cock. One guy was in a cubicle with the door open and motioned for me to join him, which I did. He started massaging my cock and gently wanking me off. I unzipped his fly and got his cock out. As soon as I started playing with his cock I was aware of a stink! The guy's cock reeked of piss and god knows what! It must have been ages since he had a bath or shower! Disgusted, I put my cock away, zipped up and left the toilet after thoroughly washing my hands. I was feeling randy still and walked around the block a few times. When I went back to the toilet there was one solitary man there, he was young, black and good looking. I gave him the once over and noticed that he was very well dressed and his clothes looked expensive. The guy stared back at me. Not entirely sure if he was there for the same reason I dived into a cubicle and got my prick out. A few seconds later a hand reached under the gap of the wall and began caressing my calf. I dropped down and the hand swiftly moved to my cock! The black guy came around to my cubicle and we kissed. He smelled strongly of aftershave. His mouth was soon wrapped around my cock and his hands pulled his and my trousers down. He came up for air and we snogged again, our cocks rubbing together. I stroked his firm, muscular bum and then knelt down to service his cock with my mouth. His cock was a decent size and clean! I kept slurping until he pulled me up and went down on me again. We alternated sucking until we both came. We both shot bucket loads of spunk. Before he got dressed I massaged some cum into his arse and pushed my finger in a little way. His hole tightened around my finger! If I had more time I would have fucked him, but I had to get back home. We kissed goodbye and went our separate ways. As I got into my humble motor, a Mercedes drove past and the driver flashed me a smile! It was the black guy! A few months later I read about a musician who had been arrested for cottaging a few miles away from where I met him! I’ve wondered ever since if I had sex with someone famous!