Gang Bang Cottage

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A few years ago there used to be a cottage (toilet) that was very well used and enjoyed, first by truckers not averse to a bit of cock fun, then bikers and then the also-rans - that included me.
What made it so desirable was its location, just off a main route from the south coast up to London, vehicles had to turn into a little drive before parking up. Even the "facilities" were shielded. On the other side of the road was a small wood with many paths and bushes plus a glade for sunning. During the day the cottage was really used as most guys preferred to troll through the trees and take their pick of prick. Summer was amazing as the shorts got shorter and the T-shirts etc vanished, a display of flesh. The sunning area was well secluded and if you didn't know it was there you'd miss it, guys stripped down to thongs, sometimes less, sunning and ready to take any offers to visit the trees for a bit of fun, mutual masturbation, oral and anal - anal mostly stood up against a tree, sometimes finding enough room to get on all fours for doggy.
Needless to say I stopped by every time for a bit of fun, even in the middle of winter when the trees were bare there were enough evergreens to hide fucking couples enjoying some outdoor copulation.
It was summer and I was driving back from the coast after seeing a show and I had to pass by. So I drove into the layby and couldn't believe how many vehicles were there at gone midnight. I didn't want to walk into the trees, and even though I listened I didn't hear any sounds from there. So I tried the toilet. All the lights were out.
I opened the door and went in, stood so my eyes got accustomed to the gloom but all I could make out was moving shapes. Then a hand groped my crotch, found my zipper, another hand feeling my ass and as my hands went out I found flesh, cocks and bare bums. By now I was enjoying myself being sucked off while another pair of hands pushed my jeans and boxers down, feeling my ass, fingering my hole.
Far too erotic for me, I shot my load, pulled up my jeans and moved into the area. A head came close and lips kissed my neck, on my lips, a tongue down my throat, groped all over. By now my eyes were well adjusted to the scene, 12 - 15 guys barely dressed, one couple fucking against the wall with guys touching them all over at the same time. And then I was there, my cock out again and this cute guy heaving his b buttocks towards my erection. Damm it was heady in there, I cast caution to the wind and fucked the guy, pretty sure he'd been fucked before as it was squidgy and easy. As I shagged another guy was trying to rum me, I couldn't believe it all and once again I delivered quickly, this time adjusting my clothes I left.
Outside I breathed in the n right air, how many times had I passed by at night, how much had I missed, and even better less than 10 miles from home.
Over the next few days I thought about it and wondered if it was a one-off, there was only one way to find out, go for a late-night drive. So suitably, I thought, attired I set off. Wearing just a light shirt that buttoned all the way down - or up - and a pair of old jeans, no underwear, I set off and arrived just after 11. Plenty of cars, and I could see a few people in other trees so I set off there first. Half a dozen guys just wandering up and down looking, playing with them, one couple groping and deep throat kissing and one younger guy in tight ripped jeans and an even tighter singlet standing twirling his nipple ring. I was about to make a move when he beat me to it, made his way back through the trees and into his truck, leaving to door open so that when I stopped and looked in he just beckoned. Not word was spoken as I was willingly shagged in his little sleeping cabin. And after he'd cum he lost interest in me so my needs were not attended to. I left, headed for the toilet block and wow, still wild, or maybe wild again and men hot and sweaty wanting anonymous sexual couplings. I was shagged again, got blown, kissed a variety of lips and groped bums and cocks and knew that even though I only had on two items I was overdressed.
A few days later I went again, this time just wearing shorts, silky shorts.. This time once in I knew I was in for a good time, I stepped out of my skimpies and buck-naked joined the debauched goings on, this time my naked body took advantage of all the ohe n asked bodies, I shagged as I was shagged, I sucked cock licked nipples and kissed lips. I left, groped all over, every hole satisfied and that aching of having shot cum to many times to quickly. As I stepped into my shorts, and clenched my buttocks to retain the evening's trophies I drove away totally satisfied.
It was a few weeks before I had a chance to go back, by now the summer had gone and the first chills of Autim coming on. Wearing jeans and a sweater I set off. My mind was racing with possibilities and desires and bodily lusts so that when I got there I couldn't believe my eyes. The trees between the road and the toilet had been thinned and the toilet demolished, with nothing left but a pile of old bricks. Even the layby had been closed off so the woods were out of bounds.
The next time I drove by it was hard to imagine what had gone on there, in the cottage in the trees and further down in the woods, how many suck and fucks had been enjoyed before this all happened.
However, if nothing else I did have one good summer filled with oral and anal satiusfaction

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A few years ago there used to be a cottage (toilet) that was very well used and enjoyed, first by truckers not averse to a bit of cock fun, then bikers and then the also-rans - that included me.
What made it so desirable was its location, just off a main route from the south coast up to London, vehicles had to turn into a little drive before parking up. Even the "facilities" were shielded. On the other side of the road was a small wood with many paths and bushes plus a glade for sunning. During the day the cottage was rarely used as most guys preferred to troll through the trees and take their pick of prick. Summer was amazing as the shorts got shorter and the T-shirts etc vanished, a display of flesh. The sunning area was well secluded and if you didn't know it was there you'd miss it, guys stripped down to thongs, sometimes less, sunning and ready to take any offers to visit the trees for a bit of fun, mutual masturbation, oral and anal - anal mostly stood up against a tree, sometimes finding enough room to get on all fours for doggy.
Needless to say I stopped by every time for a bit of fun, even in the middle of winter when the trees were bare there were enough evergreens to hide fucking couples enjoying some outdoor copulation.
It was summer a few years after I first found its delights and I was driving back from the coast at night after seeing a show and I had to pass by. So I drove into the layby and couldn't believe how many vehicles were there after midnight. I didn't want to walk into the trees, and even though I listened I didn't hear any sounds from there. So I tried the toilet. All the lights were out.
I opened the door and went in, stood so my eyes got accustomed to the gloom but all I could make out was moving shapes. Then a hand groped my crotch, found my zipper, another hand feeling my ass and as my hands went out I found flesh, cocks and bare bums. By now I was enjoying myself being sucked off while another pair of hands pushed my jeans and boxers down, feeling my ass, fingering my hole.
Far too erotic for me, I shot my load, pulled up my jeans and moved into the main area with stalls on one side and cubicles on the other. A head came close and lips kissed my neck, on my lips, a tongue down my throat, groped all over. By now my eyes were well adjusted to the scene, 12 - 15 guys barely dressed, one couple fucking against the wall with guys touching them all over at the same time. And then I was there, my cock out again and this cute guy heaving his buttocks towards my erection. Dam it was heady in there, I cast caution to the wind and fucked the guy, pretty sure he'd been fucked before as it was squidgy and easy. As I shagged another guy was trying to rim me, not easy with my heaving buttocks. I couldn't believe it all and once again I delivered quickly. Now I adjusted my clothes and left, my hands feeling naked hot flesh from all parts of strange men's bodies.
Outside I breathed in the night air, how many times had I passed by at night, how much had I missed, and even better less than 10 miles from home.
Over the next few days I thought about it and wondered if it was a one-off, there was only one way to find out, go for a late-night drive. So suitably, I thought, attired I set off. Wearing just a light shirt that buttoned all the way down - or up - and a pair of old jeans, no underwear, I set off and arrived just after 11. Plenty of cars, and I could see a few people in other trees so I set off there first. Half a dozen guys just wandering up and down looking, playing with themselves, one couple groping and deep throat kissing and one younger guy in tight ripped jeans and an even tighter singlet standing twirling his nipple ring. I was about to make a move on him when he beat me to it, made his way back through the trees and into his truck, leaving to door open so that when I stopped and looked in he just beckoned. Not word was spoken as I was willingly shagged in his little sleeping cabin. And after he'd cum he lost interest in me so my needs were not attended to. I left, noted his truck was from Greece and headed for the toilet block and wow, still wild, or maybe wild again, and men hot and sweaty wanting anonymous sexual couplings. I was shagged again, got blown, kissed a variety of lips and groped bums and cocks and knew that even though I only had two items of clothing I was overdressed, so, both off, bare-assed and horny I wandered into the main area again for more tactile experimentation Having been fucked twice another two times was easy. The elixir was heady.
A few days later I went again, this time just wearing shorts, silky shorts.. This time once in I knew I was in for a good time, I stepped out of my skimpies inside the door and buck-naked joined the debauched goings on, this time my naked body took advantage of all the other asked bodies, I shagged as I was shagged, I sucked cock licked nipples and kissed lips. I left after about 90 minutes, groped all over, every hole satisfied and that aching of having shot cum too many times too quickly. As I stepped into my shorts, and clenched my buttocks to retain the evening's trophies I drove away totally satisfied.
It was a few weeks before I had a chance to go back, by now the summer had gone, and the first chills of Autim coming on. Wearing jeans and a sweater I set off. My mind was racing with possibilities and desires and bodily lusts so that when I got there I couldn't believe my eyes. The trees between the road and the toilet had been thinned and the toilet demolished, with nothing left but a pile of old bricks. Even the layby had been closed off so the woods were out of bounds.
The next time I drove by it was hard to imagine what had gone on there, in the cottage in the trees and further down in the woods, how many suck and fucks had been enjoyed before this all happened.
However, if nothing else I did have one good summer filled with oral and anal satisfaction