Something I had been keen to try since first seeing the phone numbers written on the walls was cottaging. I added my number to the walls and waited. About 2 weeks later I got a call. I had almost forgotten about it. The voice sounded nervous. He said "Hi, I got your number from the cottage?" Was it a question? I wasn't sure.
I said "Oh right." He then asked me when I was free to meet up. I told him I was free that afternoon. He told me he'd be there at 2pm and we made a few other arrangements.
At 1:50 I pulled up in the car park and wandered across to the cottage. There were no other cars in the car park, just one push bike leant against the wall, but I was early. I walked in and made my way to the end stall as arranged. I noticed a young guy, wearing cycle shorts and a tight top standing at the urinals and hoped he wouldn't put off the guy I was meeting. I went into the last stall as arranged. I knew it had a small hole between the stalls, just big enough to look thru. I took off my shorts and sat down. My cock was hard already and couldn't help stroke it while I was waiting.
The door to the next cubicle opened and shut as someone entered. I leant forwards and looked thru the hole. What I saw made my heart sink. A pair of legs clad in blue cycling shorts, The young guy from the urinals. I kept watching in case I got a glimpse of something good. He turned and faced the door and pulled his shorts down. Then instead of sitting down he turned and faced the wall I was looking through. His cock was about 8inches long and hard as steel. He stroked it for a few seconds before sitting down and looking through the hole. He winked at me and smiled. He looked young. Maybe too young.
I stood up and my hard cock was level with the hole now. I stroked it a few times, showing him like he'd shown me. I sat back down and looked through the hole he was looking at me. I made a come here gesture with my finger and he stood up, unlocked the door. I stood up and did the same and he entered into the stall I was in. He had his shorts in his hand, mine were on the window sill. I sat down and looked up at him.
"How old are you?" I whispered.
"19." he told me.