I couldn’t resist the Tube strike today: on the way home I stopped by Old Street’s public toilets to check the action. As I was approaching, I saw a boy ahead of me who looked like the one I’d seen cruising the urinals the previous time – same buzzed black hair, same walk, same low-slung jeans. He was effeminate and on a mission – got there way before me and by the time I rounded the corner and my heart sped he was on his way out.
On the threshold, I bumped into a burly bear with downcast eyes. The dark blue lights in the back called me. Step to the urinals, my cock disappears inside myself (it always happens! Performance shyness!) A man arrived and went to a stall. A short boy with glasses stood beside me – I’m pretty sure he was cruising too. I zipped up and left.
Tube Strike: lots of good looking guys wandering the streets or riding backs. A beautiful eve in London. I wonder how things were in the toilets at Liverpool Street station.