It was around nine-thirty on a warm late summer's evening and Jasper was walking back home alone through the park, just vaguely feeling the effects of the several beers he'd drunk while he waited for a date who had never materialised. He wasn't used to being stood up, in fact this was only the second time it had ever happened to him. But then every time he looked in the mirror he could see why.
Jasper was twenty-two, around five seven tall, weighed just a sliver more than a wet dishcloth and was blessed with straight, mousy brown hair and spots. To top that off, he had been lumbered with a name that he hated. The reason he was never stood up was because he so very rarely got up the courage to ask a girl out.
He wasn't a virgin, there are girls who like the timid kind of man, but he was never going to be stud of the month either. There were many things he still wanted to try in bed if he ever got the chance, but it wasn't going to be tonight. Instead he would head off to bed and wank, again.
But before that could happen he had another more urgent use for his cock, and a diversion to the public toilets at the back of the park was needed. The beers were finding their way through his system.
The sun was setting and the park was not busy, so Jasper was a little surprised that two men already stood at the urinals, taking up the outer two of the four stalls and so forcing Jasper to stand beside one or the other of them. He wasn't too comfortable with this idea, he liked to keep a clear space between himself and anyone else while he was peeing, but needs must and he couldn't wait.
He stood there, unzipped, and took out his cock, being sure to hide it under his strategically curved palm and carefully directing his gaze down at what he was doing. There is an unwritten rule for using men's public toilets, learned at a very early age, that says that under no circumstances do you look in the direction of a neighbour, and so Jasper consciously ignored the man he stood next to. He was far too busy directing his own flow down into the channel in any case.
At the other end the man sighed, zipped himself up, gave his hands a perfunctory rinse and departed, leaving just Jasper and his neighbour. It was too late and too obvious now for Jasper to move along the row, and so he stood there, gradually emptying his very full bladder and carefully staring anywhere but at the man next to him.
After a minute or so, when his own flow began to show signs of abating, Jasper wondered why his neighbour was still peeing, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had seen no flow of urine running along the channel in front of him from next door. If he wasn't peeing, then what was he doing? Jasper risked a quick peek in the man's direction. His neighbour had an erection and he was masturbating. Not the frantic, hands flying kind of masturbation designed to make you cum right away, but the slow, sexy fondling and stroking that just brings that wonderful erotic pleasure – you know, the kind of thing you do while watching your girlfriend undress.
The man was older than Jasper, maybe early thirties, tall, well built, handsomely blond and very smartly dressed in suit and tie, not the sort of person he would have expected to be masturbating in a toilet. Jasper was, to put it mildly, shocked beyond belief. His eyes automatically shot from the man's cock to his face and then, when he saw the man watching him from the corner of his eye, back down to his own cock where the flow was slowing.
He didn't know what to do. The man was obviously aware that he had been seen, and he obviously didn't mind. In fact, Jasper suddenly realised, it was a deliberate display, though he had no idea why. He wondered if he should move away, but didn't want to seem chicken, and then he wondered if he should say something, but he knew his voice would come out in that ridiculous panicky squeak he had when he was feeling nervous. In the end he did what he tended to do – try to ignore what was going on.
He stood waiting for his bladder to signal empty, wanting to get away from this embarrassing situation, but his eyes were drawn and he couldn't resist glancing down to where he man was still openly playing with his cock.
"You can look if you like. I don't mind."
The sudden quiet voice made Jasper's eyes jerk back to watching himself, but once again his eyes were soon drawn back to his neighbour. The man had now turned slightly, making it easier for Jasper to see him, and his cock seemed harder than ever.
It was, Jasper had to admit, a nice cock, if there are such things, long and pale, with a fully circumcised head, and lacking both hair and veins along the length of a wide and very smooth shaft. He couldn't stop watching, his eyes seemed pinned to the man's hand as it ran slowly and seductively back and forth along his shaft, taking the looseness of his skin with it.
"Do you like it?"
The words were spoken in little more than a gentle whisper, Jasper nodded mutely, unable to speak and unable to tear his eyes away.
"You can touch it if you want to."
Jasper's mouth was suddenly dry and his heart was beginning to pound in his chest, but he found his hand tentatively reaching out towards the other man as if drawn by magnets. His fingers made contact, surprising Jasper with the warmth of the hard shaft. The man lifted his hand away to allow Jasper to hesitantly wrap his fingers around another man's cock.
"That's it, stroke it for me."
As if hypnotised, Jasper's fingers began of their own volition to run along the man's shaft, stroking it softly, gently, barely touching. In his head his mind was screaming, asking him what he thought he was doing, why he didn't stop, run away, thump the man - anything but play with this strange man. But Jasper was naturally passive and could do nothing except follow the other man's instruction, and get a strange kind of pleasure from complying.
His bladder was now empty and his cock lay limply in his other hand, but Jasper felt unable to put it away, even though it simply hung, flaccid and unemployed. For some reason he felt constrained to leave it out and he just held it between two fingers, getting a weird kind of adrenalin rush by keeping it in full view of the man now gazing down at it. He stroked the stranger's cock, wondering why he was doing it, but mentally comparing its warm, hard feel with his own limpness. Bizarrely, he felt he was letting the man down by not having an erection himself.
Footsteps sounded in the short entrance passageway and Jasper instinctively released the other man's cock and faced to the front, seeing from the corner of his eye that his companion was doing the same, trying to at least look as though they were engaged in the normal business of urinating. A middle-aged man came in to take up position at the far end of the urinals, a sudden splashing sound telling of his proper use for the place.
The sound of the newcomer urinating, a sound that seemed unnaturally loud to Jasper's ears, was the only noise to be heard as he and his blond companion stood still, waiting for the third man to finish. Even the sound of his final spurts seemed to echo around the building, before the man shook himself, rezipped his trousers and left, giving the two remaining men a dark suspicious look over his shoulder.
On their own once more, the blond man turned back to face Jasper, silently nodding and indicating downwards with his eyes for Jasper to touch him for again. For a second time Jasper found it impossible not to comply, and his hand, seemingly of its own free will, reached out to grasp the stranger's cock.
"That's nice, isn't it?"
