This is gay fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it. (Note for American readers: Cottage = Tea room)
Holes and Whores
OK I admit it, I'm a cottage queen, but then there are a lot of us around. Not as many now as there used to be before they introduced all these hi-tech ideas, but enough to keep the industry going. Of course I go to all the pubs and clubs just in case I get lucky, but I get more from my favourite "Gents" than I do from them. That's more sex, in case you were wondering! Yes SEX in all its sucking, fucking, slurping glory.
It all started when I was a kid, about ten years old I suppose. I went for a piss in a toilet one day and saw this guy playing with himself. I was fascinated and watched, forgetting what I'd originally come in for. I guess that these days he would be called an abuser, but in those days, fifty years ago, there weren't those words. I then started going into toilets everywhere that I went, to try and see men playing with themselves.
Now I enjoy anything that happens, but over the years I've seen some strange sights. Like the time that there was this guy in a cubicle who was getting fucked by everyone coming in the place, this was before AIDS and so there wasn't any protection being used. He had the door open and was stood naked bent over the bowl showing his arse for any and everyone to see and fuck. I stood and watched as four guys, one after another, came in and fucked him and then I shot my load over the floor.
In those days you never knew if the guy stood next to you was a copper or a punter, but you took your chances like everyone else. Luckily I've never been caught and these days the cops seem to leave us alone anyway. I suppose that the guessing added to the excitement and there were bent coppers as well, I know that I had a couple, not both together, although that would have been interesting! The biggest problem is if you get a toilet that isn't used very much, by anyone, you can spend hours sitting or standing in there and get totally bored. All you can do is read the graffiti and hope that there is some new stuff !
The first time I got fucked wasn't in a toilet at all. I'd met this guy, in a toilet I admit, but he asked me to go with him outside. So of I went, sex is a huge driving force sometimes, he had a car and all the way out to the country he kept feeling my knees and running his hands over my thighs. We eventually reached some woods just outside of town. After he had stopped he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, it was gorgeous with a huge foreskin overlapping the bulbous end. I reached out and took it in my hand, rubbing the skin up and down. "Come on, lets get out" he said
So we got out of the car and he pulled a rug with him. We had parked quite a way in the woods and so we just walked over to this grassy patch, where he spread the rug out. Then he started to undo his clothes, I was fascinated as he revealed more and more hair as he undone his shirt. I guess I was about 31 at this time and this guy must have been a good 20 years older, but what a body he had on him. He had a lovely round stomach that was covered with hair, probably more hair than his chest, it hung over this huge cock and all I wanted to do was get that cock in my mouth. I got undressed beside him and knelt down on the rug in front of him, he moved towards me and rubbed his prick all over my face, I could feel it leaving a slime trail of pre-cum as it moved, when he rubbed it over my lips I licked them to be able to taste him. It was quite salty and had a pissy tang to it, I opened my mouth and he skinned his foreskin back and pushed the head in-between my lips.
Slowly he pushed that huge prick into my mouth, I pulled my lips tight around it, while my hands went around his buttocks and pulled him closer and closer toward me. By this time I had got quite expert at giving men a blow-job and so I just relaxed my throat and let him in, but this time his prick was too big for me and I could feel it stretching the sides of my throat as he started to slide in and he wasn't fully inside yet. I brought one hand round to the front and grasped his balls, hoping to pull him back a bit, but the moment I grabbed hold of them his prick started to swell even more. What the fuck was I going to do, the thoughts going through my head were mainly of panic.
Then he started to withdraw that massive cock out of my throat, slowly it came out, it was covered with my saliva and slid out between my aching lips. He pulled me up by my arms, I was coughing a bit and he asked me if I was OK, I sort of mumbled yes while nodding my head. "Good" he said and started to feel my arse. His fingers were probing at my hole and I started to worry a bit more. I'd never been fucked and to have that huge thing inside me was going to hurt I was sure, but at the same time I was excited by the thought of having it.
His fingers were getting deeper and deeper and the movements were getting me worked up, I wanted him to fuck me, but how was he going to do it, roughly or softly? He then went down in front of me and that was when I noticed all the hair on his shoulders, I ran my hands through the smoothness of it and over his shoulders as he sucked my cock into his mouth. He took all my cock into his mouth and my balls were tight against his bearded chin, his tongue was licking all around my cock as he sucked at it. I started to fuck his lips, the hairs of his beard were tickling my cock as I pushed it in and out of his mouth, my balls hitting his chin as I shoved my cock into him. Just as I was getting ready to shoot my load he pulled off me
"Not yet my Sunny Jim" he said as he smiled at me. "This is good, are you enjoying it?"
"Oh yes mate" I replied.
"Right kneel on the rug then" he gestured as he spoke
"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked.
He looked at me and answered "Too true"
"I've never been fucked" I said.
"Don't worry I know what I'm doing. You'll enjoy it. Now kneel down like I asked" and with that I knelt on the rug. I expected him to stuff his cock all the way in right away, but instead I felt his beard on my arse as he parted my arse cheeks with his hands. Then I nearly went up in the trees as his tongue pushed against my arse hole. No one had ever done this to me and I wish they had it was the greatest feeling that I'd ever had.
His tongue worked its way deeper and deeper into my hole and I was moaning with pleasure, I could feel his beard on the inside of my arse cheeks as he worked my hole, I was sure that I'd have a rash there tomorrow, but in the meanwhile fuck tomorrow, give me that tongue in my arse. He must have worked my arse with his tongue for about ten minutes, by which time I would have given him anything. I could feel his spit running all over my hole and on the outside of it. When his mouth moved away I was in seventh heaven and then I felt his cock pressing against my hole, I started to come down of my cloud as he pushed harder. I felt the tip get into the entrance of my arsehole and I thought that I'd never get it all in, but as he increased the pressure I felt my arse muscles starting to relax. Slowly he pushed against me and his cock started to creep inside my arse, with a sudden surge my muscles gave in and his cock pushed deep inside. My arse seemed to accept his cock easily and as he pushed I could feel it sliding up inside me.
What a wonderful feeling this is I thought, why haven't I done this before? As his huge prick worked its way up and into me I started to go back up to my seventh heaven again. I even pushed back against him to try and get more of him into me as soon as possible, but he withdrew slightly and held me in place.
"Let me do the work" he said and so I just relaxed after that. He took his time, no roughness at all, and slowly he got all of his huge cock inside me.
Then he fucked me, he fucked me slowly and surely, sliding in and out of me while he played with my tits. Every time he got his cock all the way in I could feel his balls up against my arsehole and each time, I swear, he got it in further and further. My own cock, after going down at first, got harder and harder, I tried to reach underneath myself to wank it, but he moved my hand and started to wank me in time with each movement of his own body. This was too much and I knew that I would be shooting my load soon and then his grip tightened on my cock as he thrust hard into me and I felt the first shot of his cum shoot into my arse. The tightening of his hand had the desired effect and just as I felt his cum shoot into me, so I started to shoot my load onto his hand.
It was glorious and a moment that I've tried to re-live ever since. Of course we never got together again, I saw him once as he walked out of a toilet just as I was going in. There was someone else following him out though and I don't walk on other people's gardens. I've been in a relationship, but he didn't like the cottaging scene so that came to an end after a couple of years. Of course I've had sex in a lot of different places as well, I shall have to remember to tell you about the time that I had two guys in different cubicles at the same time, but I'll let your imagination work on that one until next time......