On this particular day, I was in the cubicle checking out the graffiti when I heard someone come into the toilet block. The man who came into the toilet block stood at the urinal for a while and then went to the sink and turned the tap on and off several times. I opened the cubicle door a crack and observed that this man was in his late 50s or early 60s. We made eye contact and he nodded to me. As I opened the door a little more I heard voices outside the toilet block and I became nervous so I quickly walked out of the toilets and went to my car. I drove a short distance to another car park. After a couple of minutes, the man rode up to the passenger side and tapped on the window. I was not a smart thing to do but somehow I found the danger arousing. I leaned across and unlocked the door. The man asked if he could sit in the car with me, I found it difficult to object.
This man asked me why I had suddenly left the toilets. I told him that the voices outside made me nervous. He started to push his hand between my arse and the seat, I found myself automatically lifting up so he could feel my arse. He asked me if I had ever spanked myself or been spanked by someone else. I answered "No" I told me that normally he would have a place to go and that he would love to spank me hard. This is nothing I had ever fantasized about in the past but I was getting very aroused. As he got out of my car he told me that he was going back to the toilets and that if I wished to I could join him. I did not know what to do, my brain said no but my cock was hard.
I drove back to the toilet block and noticed his bike leaning up against the wall. I nervously went into the toilets to see him waiting for me. I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen or what hi intentions were however I did not have long to ponder as he reached out and undid my belt and unzipped my fly. He then pulled my trousers down. He turned me around and bent me over the sink and started rubbing my arse. After a few seconds, he gave me a firm smack on the buttock. Gradually and skillfully he built the speed and intensity. This man really knew how to get me going. As this continued he told me that he would like to get me to his place and have me kneel on his bed whilst he spanked me and that if I could take it he would like to use a belt on me. This man did not touch my cock but he encouraged me to masturbate as he spanked me. My main problem was that I was enjoying it so much I did not want to cum too soon.
He turned me around to face him and he started slapping my upper thighs and then he moved to my inner thighs. It was as if I had lost control of my body. I pushed my groin towards him and parted my legs. I had a real desire for him to slap my balls. He teased by gently slapping my scrotum. This just made me part my legs more to give him more access. He took my hands and placed them on his shoulders. His hand hovered under my scrotum and then "wack" he slapped my balls hard. It hurt like hell but it was pushing me towards orgasm.
After about the 4th slap I had an explosive ejaculation, cum went everywhere. He hugged me and said "Good boy". Suddenly I felt nervous again. I was worried someone would come in and catch us. I was also worried that he might have left spank marks on my arse and that I would have to explain this to my wife. I quickly dressed and went to my car. Ad I was driving out of the carpark this man raced up to the passenger window and threw a balled up piece of paper. I drove off and later when I examined the piece of paper I found it had is PO Box number (this was 1982 so no email address). I did not contact this man and never saw him again but I do wonder what could have been
This story is true and I have not embellished it in any way. I do intend to add to this story with a fictional account of what might have happened next if I had contacted him and met again. dear readers, please let me know whether you would like a fictional continuation of this story. I have in mind including my wife and it may get pretty dark.
