A visit to Baker Street station’s public toilets after work – my old haunt when I lived in London’s West. Through the turnstile (still open, still free) to see quite a few guys by the urinals. Stand beside a tall, skinny young guy wearing tight jeans. He coughs, trying to get my attention. We both stand there, neither pissing. Movement behind us, men coming and going. I zip up and take a quick look: he’s stretching a large, semi-hard cock. A good looking businessman is in the other corner.
Have to dash, meeting friends for dinner. Wash my hands and leave, hope the cops don’t crack down on them.