Alan parked his car in the suburban side street behind the park, hidden from the main road. He walked through the gate and followed the path towards the group of buildings in the far corner.
The park was busy on this warm, weekday afternoon. A couple of attractive young mothers in short skirts were sitting chatting on the grass, their children playing around them. He stared appreciatively as he strolled by and was rewarded by a glimpse of white panty beneath a short denim skirt. He spent the rest of his walk in a fantasy, dreaming of the young woman raising her skirt and pulling down her warm, white cotton panties before sliding them up his own legs until they softly caressed his balls.
Reaching the toilets he glanced round but nobody was watching him. Once inside, he found both cubicles free and moved gratefully to the far one. After locking the door he first checked on the state of the holes. He had not been to these particular toilets for a considerable time and he knew from years of experience that holes can be blocked and remade many times.
There was a small hole in the door which gave a good general view of the Men's Toilet, particularly of the urinals. The partition to his right, which separated him from the other cubicle, had three small spyholes in different positions plus a much larger round hole at about waist height.
To his left the wall was part of the original structure dating from the 1950s, built from white glazed bricks. The mortar between the bricks showed evidence of a constant battle from when the toilets were new, busy fingers digging the mortar out and officialdom replacing it, the cycle repeating endlessly. Alan found two gaps which gave a view straight through the wall into another cubicle. This was identical in size, shape and layout to the one he was in, the only difference being that it was situated within the women's section of the toilets.
He then checked the view through his two spyholes into the Ladies. One was at chest height and in the middle of the wall, it gave a good overall view. The second was more awkward to use, he had to crouch or kneel because the hole had been made level with the top of the lavatory bowl.
The inside of the door was covered with written and drawn graffiti, some obviously recent, others very old and overwritten many times. There was enough light from the small window high up at the back of the cubicle for Alan to be able to examine and read all of the offerings. Most were crude in all senses and of no interest but his attention was caught by a well crafted drawing. It showed two young men, both naked except for stockings, suspenders and lacy panties. Both sported extremely long erect cocks and one was sucking the other whilst being wanked in turn. Alan felt his cock stir as he viewed the picture and, slipping his tracksuit bottoms down his legs, he sat down again.
The sight of his own tight, shiny red satin panties and black holdup stockings caused his erection to stiffen further and, pulling his cock straight up so that the top poked above the waistband of the panties, he started to slowly draw his foreskin back and forth.
The noise of the outer door to the Gents opening brought Alan back from a reverie of cocks and lingerie. He looked through the hole in the door to see an elderly man walk to the urinal and start to piss. He was about to sit back in disappointment when he heard the door open again. A young man of about 18 or 19, looking like a student in jeans and t-shirt, entered and took a place next to the old man at the urinals. Something about the young man made Alan continue to watch. The old man went through an elaborate ritual of shaking and buttoning before leaving.
Alan's instincts were justified - as soon as the outer door closed the young man turned round, away from the urinal and directly facing his peephole. His stiff cock was poking out of the fly of his jeans and he was rubbing it in an obvious way, hoping for an audience. After a few moments he stepped away from the urinal and Alan heard him enter the next cubicle and lock the door. He peered quickly through one of the spyholes in time to see the young man undo his belt, drop his jeans and turn his stiff cock towards him. Alan slid two fingers through the big, round hole.
As he withdrew his fingers the young, hard cock followed. It really was a lovely specimen, quite long and thin and uncircumcised. He ran the tips of his fingers along its length slowly and as lightly and as softly as he could. He thrilled at the incredible smoothness and softness of the skin, at the heat and at the way it twitched and responded to his touch. As he began to move the foreskin back and forth with his finger and thumb, the cock stiffened even more and he felt its owner push himself hard against the wall to get as much cock through as he could. While still slowly wanking the beautiful cock, Alan slid his panties down his thighs, releasing his own cock. He then wanked both cocks in a slow rhythm, one in each hand, and, noticing a stream of precome spilling from the other, started to rub the two ends together.
Alan realised that he was in danger of coming far too soon if he continued with this, so he gave his own cock a vicious squeeze at the root. This brought a sharp pain and tears to his eyes but softened his cock and sent his orgasm away for the time being. Sinking quickly to his knees he gently licked the mixed fluids from the end of his beautiful plaything before putting it in his mouth and beginning to gently suck. He heard a gasp from next door. After no more than a dozen bobs of his head he felt the cock begin to jerk and the first squirt of hot come entered his mouth. He quickly pulled it out and pointed it at his chest and watched in excitement as the young man's hot load splashed and trickled over his belly and cock and ran down through his pubic hair to his balls. He put the still pulsing cock back into his mouth and licked and sucked once more, enjoying the last sensations and thoroughly cleaning it before it was pulled from his mouth and back through the hole. As he pulled his panties back up, trapping the load of warm, sticky come in with his cock and balls, he heard the cistern flush and the door open in quick succession.
His playmate had been selfish, not returning any of Alan's caresses, but he wasn't bothered. From past experience he could expect more adventures before his day was over.