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The following is an account of an arranged meeting between myself and 'Deepthroatxpert' and contains graphic references to consensual sex between two men.
Please do not read on if you are easily offended.
Deepthroatxpert & I had swapped several messages and eventually swapped phone no.s to arrange meeting up at a mutually convenient place. We had never met before....
Afternoon rendezvous.
It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside the location of our rendezvous to chain my bike to a lamp-post opposite an old Victorian underground public toilet. A text message confirmed Steve was already there waiting for me at the urinals. I crossed the road and intended on walking past, having the notion that someone was watching me, but then suddenly I turned around and went back to top of the steps leading down to the Gents toilets, when my heart sank to see a female attendant leaning on the handrail half way down the steps facing me and talking on a mobile phone. I passed her without making eye contact and was surprised to find the toilets empty. I went over to the urinals and glancing into the washroom noticed that too was empty. I looked back to the steps to see a guy, wide eyed and smiling whod followed me in and positioned himself at the stall next but one to mine. His demeanour and repeated glances assuring me this was Steve. We communicated our frustration at the presence of the attendant with gestures and facial expressions as I began to unbutton my fly to use the urinal. "Where could we go ? I thought to myself as I took a leak deliberately aiming the jet into the trough at my feet. I finished up and shaking off the last few drops leaned back a little allowing him to see my flaccid dick for the first time. I buttoned up and headed into the washroom followed by Steve and as we washed our hands and dried them off in-turn, another guy entered the gents and stood with his back to us as he used a urinal, his focus and interest was on us and a few moments later he approached. Steve went into a cubicle and I made out I was leaving, fastening my jacket and retrieving my gloves, without encouraging the interloper and avoiding any eye contact he soon overtook me and left.
Steve opened the door of the cubicle and beckoned me to enter. I shook my head, preferring to be where I could see, and just then the attendant finished her conversation and went into her room at the foot of the stairs closing the door. I waited for Steve to appear and this time beckoned him over to join me. After a short pause and some shuffling of position I hesitantly began to unbutton my fly while standing close to the washroom entrance where I could see the stairs. Steve watched with anticipation and I, not wishing to disappoint, took my time hoping to feel the flow of blood and the buzz of sexual excitement. I pulled my flaccid dick free showing him my 6 softie and he sank to the floor no doubt eager to use his talents to stiffen it.
Slowly, smoothly and deliberately he took me into his mouth, gently sucking the now swelling member all the way to the base and back again using his lips to massage and stretch it, repeating this I could see and feel it growing. He stopped to look up at me with a broad smile on his face and playfulness in his eyes . Holding the base of my dick I waved it up and down in front of his face as the blood continued to flow I was going to bash him in the face with it but felt disarmed by his smile. With one eye on the stairs and the other on Steve I placed my hand on his shoulder gently guiding him to the wall where the thought of face-fucking him against the wall caused another surge of blood. He shifted his position and leaned against the wall and holding the base of my shaft I moved in to place my growing cock into his warm wet mouth and it felt incredible. He had no trouble deep-throating me and I was surprised to feel the onset of the sensations leading to climax after such a relatively short time. The possibility of someone coming in suddenly, or the attendant coming out of her room only added to the excitement and although I still wasnt fully erect I could sense the rising pulse in my groin as I approached orgasm.
Pausing for a moment I placed a hand on his head gently pushing it back to rest on the wall and edging forward I slowly inserted my big floppy dick into his mouth and down his throat as the feelings of pleasure began to course through me. Increasing my speed gradually I found myself unable to control the low guttural sounds coming from my mouth, accompanied by Steves soft moaning followed by coughing and spluttering as I gripped him and forcefully rammed my dick in and out of his mouth I began to unload. Struggling free Steve spat out the contents of the first load mixed with mucous onto floor and then watched me as I continued to ejaculate into the waste paper towel bin next to me on the floor.
Regaining our composure Steve with a cheeky grin pointed at the mess on the floor and pulling a fresh paper towel from the dispenser above I wiped up the thick splodges. I considered that a quickie, something I havent done for so long I cant remember the last time it happened, and its something I always strive to avoid, but under the circumstances I figured it was fine. I kept this to myself as we left, inviting Steve to join me for coffee. In the queue as I waited to be served one thing rang loudly and clearly in my head, like a jingle that you just cant shake,
Deepthroatxpert does exactly what it says on the tin !
Please do not read on if you are easily offended.
Deepthroatxpert & I had swapped several messages and eventually swapped phone no.s to arrange meeting up at a mutually convenient place. We had never met before....
Afternoon rendezvous.
It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside the location of our rendezvous to chain my bike to a lamp-post opposite an old Victorian underground public toilet. A text message confirmed Steve was already there waiting for me at the urinals. I crossed the road and intended on walking past, having the notion that someone was watching me, but then suddenly I turned around and went back to top of the steps leading down to the Gents toilets, when my heart sank to see a female attendant leaning on the handrail half way down the steps facing me and talking on a mobile phone. I passed her without making eye contact and was surprised to find the toilets empty. I went over to the urinals and glancing into the washroom noticed that too was empty. I looked back to the steps to see a guy, wide eyed and smiling whod followed me in and positioned himself at the stall next but one to mine. His demeanour and repeated glances assuring me this was Steve. We communicated our frustration at the presence of the attendant with gestures and facial expressions as I began to unbutton my fly to use the urinal. "Where could we go ? I thought to myself as I took a leak deliberately aiming the jet into the trough at my feet. I finished up and shaking off the last few drops leaned back a little allowing him to see my flaccid dick for the first time. I buttoned up and headed into the washroom followed by Steve and as we washed our hands and dried them off in-turn, another guy entered the gents and stood with his back to us as he used a urinal, his focus and interest was on us and a few moments later he approached. Steve went into a cubicle and I made out I was leaving, fastening my jacket and retrieving my gloves, without encouraging the interloper and avoiding any eye contact he soon overtook me and left.
Steve opened the door of the cubicle and beckoned me to enter. I shook my head, preferring to be where I could see, and just then the attendant finished her conversation and went into her room at the foot of the stairs closing the door. I waited for Steve to appear and this time beckoned him over to join me. After a short pause and some shuffling of position I hesitantly began to unbutton my fly while standing close to the washroom entrance where I could see the stairs. Steve watched with anticipation and I, not wishing to disappoint, took my time hoping to feel the flow of blood and the buzz of sexual excitement. I pulled my flaccid dick free showing him my 6 softie and he sank to the floor no doubt eager to use his talents to stiffen it.
Slowly, smoothly and deliberately he took me into his mouth, gently sucking the now swelling member all the way to the base and back again using his lips to massage and stretch it, repeating this I could see and feel it growing. He stopped to look up at me with a broad smile on his face and playfulness in his eyes . Holding the base of my dick I waved it up and down in front of his face as the blood continued to flow I was going to bash him in the face with it but felt disarmed by his smile. With one eye on the stairs and the other on Steve I placed my hand on his shoulder gently guiding him to the wall where the thought of face-fucking him against the wall caused another surge of blood. He shifted his position and leaned against the wall and holding the base of my shaft I moved in to place my growing cock into his warm wet mouth and it felt incredible. He had no trouble deep-throating me and I was surprised to feel the onset of the sensations leading to climax after such a relatively short time. The possibility of someone coming in suddenly, or the attendant coming out of her room only added to the excitement and although I still wasnt fully erect I could sense the rising pulse in my groin as I approached orgasm.
Pausing for a moment I placed a hand on his head gently pushing it back to rest on the wall and edging forward I slowly inserted my big floppy dick into his mouth and down his throat as the feelings of pleasure began to course through me. Increasing my speed gradually I found myself unable to control the low guttural sounds coming from my mouth, accompanied by Steves soft moaning followed by coughing and spluttering as I gripped him and forcefully rammed my dick in and out of his mouth I began to unload. Struggling free Steve spat out the contents of the first load mixed with mucous onto floor and then watched me as I continued to ejaculate into the waste paper towel bin next to me on the floor.
Regaining our composure Steve with a cheeky grin pointed at the mess on the floor and pulling a fresh paper towel from the dispenser above I wiped up the thick splodges. I considered that a quickie, something I havent done for so long I cant remember the last time it happened, and its something I always strive to avoid, but under the circumstances I figured it was fine. I kept this to myself as we left, inviting Steve to join me for coffee. In the queue as I waited to be served one thing rang loudly and clearly in my head, like a jingle that you just cant shake,
Deepthroatxpert does exactly what it says on the tin !