Fridays after I finished work early I usually went into the city for a look around and a few beers before walking out to my wifes office for our drive home together. This particular Friday I was taken short and the nearest toilet was the one in the Rundle St car park.
I went in the centre cubicle and dropped my pants, glancing round I noticed the usual graffiti, so and so gives good head,my wife fucks anybody etc. There was also a couple of small holes in the wall, not exactly glory holes though. I glanced through both cubicles were empty so I got down to doing what I went in for. I had just about finished when the cubicle door on my left opened, someone came in and dropped his pants. I wiped myself with paper and was about to leave but a glanced through the hole I saw my neighbour was rubbing his cock. I took a better look, it was one of those beautifully shaped cocks, long, thick, the veins causing a marble effect, the glans was a light purple and it curved slightly along its entire length, in truth a magnificent specimen. Now I'm not gay just bi, but looking at that cock I just had to feel it. With just looking through the hole my own cock had grown to its throbbing best and I was stroking it, an eye appeared at the hole and I moved slightly to give a better view. Just then the lights went out leaving us in total darkness, 'bloody great' I thought 'no more looking at that gorgeous cock. I sat for another minute hoping the lights would come back on, no such luck, infact my neighbour appeared to have thought it was a pointless exercise because I heard the door next door open and close then light from the outside door flooded in as he left. Totally pissed off I pulled up my own trousers and followed him out.
I walked out on to Rundle Street my eyes still getting used to the summer sun.
