The sex-police closed the bathroom at our local rail station now, but 12 years ago it was hot, whatever the weather. Even just for a jerk, with all the dirty stories on the wall/cubicle doors. Went one afternoon, one big muscular guy at urinal, cubicle out of order, stood beside him, saw his big wet wanking cock, showed him mine, and we wanked each other. I put my hand round his butt, he had real tight levis, and discovered a rip just at the right place. His hole was lubed, and I got 2 fingers inside before he invited me to bugger him. I was already horned anyway, and boiling, and dripping, and I stood behind the sex-hungry bitch and gave it to him. (No condom, not time.) I had to stand on tiptoe. His cunt was loose, but he worked it like a whore on my cock, squeezing as I fucked, calling me a dirty queer perv when I sqeezed his big tits. Squirted inside, totally fucken exhausted. After I pulled out, he turned on me and shot a load on my levis. Never had a bathroom experience so good since. Stayed friends with him, checked out his apartment 2 days later after he phoned me. That was good and kinky too. He was Icelandic.