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Bob preferred to frequent the cottage where I'd first met him, whereas I'd developed a deeper interest in another one that was below ground level. It had a long urinal trough with no divisions so you could easily see the cocks on offer; you could hear guys coming in before they entered giving time to be careful and best of all, a glory hole. I'd made very good use of that over time and coaxed a lot of cum from grateful dicks. The best experience was when there was more than one cock that required my services and, sniffing at my poppers, I'd suck, wank, lick and tease hot spurting cum from a dick and then immediately commence work on another one that quickly followed into the now vacant orifice. I'd be high from the poppers as I orally savoured the man-juice and still be high as I took a fresh piece of meat into my cum coated mouth. Heaven!
The actual hole was about 5 inches in diameter and had been rubbed smooth, presumably by the guy who continued to make those holes whenever the door was replaced, as it would be every so often. The authorities knew exactly what went on in such places and made occasional efforts to dissuade the regular users, but sex is a great motivator and whatever measures were employed as deterrents were quickly overcome. And so it was with that gloryhole. As Bob once quipped, "they should cover it with a metal sheet" but that thought practically terrified me! Bob was never keen on gloryholes and didn't use them to either suck or be sucked, but he knew I did. I was round at his place, as I often was, and he asked me if I'd had much action from the hole?
"Oh yeah, sometimes it's like Euston station in there. I'm just glad that some of the passengers seem to want to get on my train!
"So it's still there then, they haven't gone and replaced the door again?
"Would it make a difference if they had?" I replied "the secret 'hole maker' would rebore it again wouldn't he? He always does. And whoever it is, he always makes it really wide that anything that wants to poke through can do! Too wide really, a bit unnecessary. I'd like to see the cock that couldn't fit in it that's all I'm saying" I laughed.
"Have you had the butcher?" Bob asked.
"The butcher? What butcher?
"The one that works in the butcher shop by the bus stop opposite the cottage" replied Bob
"Had him? No of course not, he's married to someone I work with! Are you saying that he 'plays'?" I asked
"You bet your boots he does. Wifey or not, he's not averse to man-on-man action when the fancy takes. You telling me that in all the time you've been going in there you haven't had him? Mind you, he's very discrete
"Well if he's stuck his dick through that hole, I might have!" I replied "how would I know, a cock's a cock"
"Well just you saying that tells me that you haven't had him then" retorted Bob.
"What about him?" I asked
"Nothing really, I just wondered that's all. He's very discrete as I've said, he has to be given the circumstances, but he's definitely 'on' for gay sex. I know that coz I've had him a few times. But not at the cottage near his shop. Well you don't shit on your own doorstep do you? You don't really use that cottage near me anymore do you?"
"No, I prefer the 'downstairs' one as you called it just recently
"Yeah, you and 'The Sucker'
"Well yeah, we team up sometimes as I've told you, and he goes in there, so yeah, I prefer that one
"You've never suggested to me the we double up for a session have you? Why not?" Asked Bob
"Well, I wouldn't want to, we're friends, it wouldn't seem right" I replied.
"Well you don't seem to care about that when I've got my dick in your mouth!" He snapped back
"Tell you what, you go into the one I use at 6.30 tomorrow night and I'll meet you in there. You'll be glad that you said 'yes' if you do" said Bob
"Why? What're you up to?" I asked
"Mind your business! Are you going to be there or aren't you?"
"How can I refuse?" was my rather stilted and somewhat suspicious reply.
The following day, at the alloted time, I neared the agreed cottage on foot. I never ever drove up to any cruising area or public toilet I was about to 'work'. I was far too anxious that car numbers would be taken and the next thing you knew, a letter from the police warning you off dropped through the mail box. I knew that was a fact because Bob showed me one he'd received a few years before I met him. Again, another plus point of making friends who could tip you off on what you absolutely needed to know...
I entered the facility and, without looking at anything, approached the urinal and positioned myself. Only then did I allow myself quick, sly glances around in order to assess the situation. There was no one in, although one of the three cubicle doors was closed; the middle one. I looked towards the wall and then breathed out. I stood there for what seemed like ages, but there were no signs of anyone coming in, let alone Bob. I looked at my watch: 6.45. Fifteen minutes passed the time Bob had said to be here. One thing I did know about Bob was that he loathed a lack of punctuality and so endeavoured not to be a hypocrite in that respect. Still, I knew Bob well enough that I didn't give it much concern. If he didn't show, there'd be a good reason and no harm was done. I might even get a little sex play if I was patient. Just then, I heard feet shuffle in and I continued to look straight ahead. I felt a nudge at my right shoulder and I snapped my head around, looking straight at Bob's face. He grinned a little and said, quietly "I bet you thought you'd been stood up?". Before I could answer, he took me by my elbow and moved me towards the empty cubicle to the left of the occupied middle one. Bob steered me inside and as I entered, I immediately noticed that a perfectly round, smooth, large diameter hole had been fashioned in the dividing wall. I turned towards Bob to ask "how long has that been there then, you never told me?!" but before I could, he beat me to it by enigmatically saying "enjoy yourself!" and heading off.
I closed the door and sat down. Toilet paper had been placed over the hole on the other side of the wall, so I could see nothing. I stared intently at it, but there was no movement. I used a finger to push against it, making it blatantly obvious that someone was here. Then, the paper was removed. A finger emerged and rubbed around the hole, the sure sign that the occupant was interested in playing. The finger was removed and I boldly crouched in the floor in front of the hole and peered through. I saw large feet in black leather shoes flat on the floor, attached to legs that were bent at the knees. Whoever it was was sat down on the toilet. I moved my head so that I could see more. Up the legs to a jacketed torso, a little further and I could just see a chin. He was fully clothed, I certainly noticed that! The grey trousers were done up and in place, but the left hand was busy feeling at the crotch area. He knew I was looking and he remained motionless except for feeling himself up. I craned my neck just a bit more so that I could see his face. "Oh my god, it's the butcher!". In an instant, itwas as clear as a spring morning; Bob must have arranged for the butcher to be here tonight after the shop has closed. But why? I racked by mind to try and remember the conversation we'd had about him. What had we actually said?? Come on, think! He'd asked me if I'd 'had him' and I said I wouldn't know who's dick it is that pokes through the gloryhole and Bob said something like 'well if you're saying that then you haven't had him'. No. I still didn't get it. I sat back on the toilet. I worked with this fella's wife! We weren't close friends or anything, but I really didn't feel comfortable 'having' the husband of someone I knew - that was a bit 'close to home' for my liking. I'd about made up my mind to leave when I heard the sound of him standing and unzipping. Personal moral standards were suddenly in the parking bay as my curiosity overtook. His cock head made an appearance. Except, it didn't, it tried to. It tried to because despite the large circumference of the hole, the dick was even larger. Oh yes, this dick was fucking HUGE! He literally had to push and push to get it through, and as he did so, he grunted and verbally remonstrated the struggle! The foreskin was forced back over the head as he continued to force it through. The first few inches of the shaft appeared and still he pushed. By the sounds he was making, he still want there yet. I simply sat there, literally mesmerized at the sight of that massive dick. My heart was pounding, almost bursting out of my chest. My lips and mouth were as a desert and I swear I could hear ringing in my ears. Without hesitation, without a tangible cognitive thought, I stood on the toilet seat and looked over the dividing wall. I looked onto the top of his head and made a low whistling sound with my teeth and he immediately looked up at the sound. He appeared a bit panicked at this unusual break in protocol but without missing a beat I said in a suitably low voice "open the door". "No!" He empathetically replied. "Look, you'll hurt yourself trying to get that though there, open up and I'll sort you out" I said. I tried not to sound too desperate, too demanding, but I absolutely did not want to panic him into retreat - I hadn't even gotten my lips around it yet! I actually panicked a bit and worried that I'd made a mistake as huge as his dick. Maybe I'd ruined my chance being so pushy? I continued to stare at him but said nothing. He withdrew his cock from the hole. Even though he was now losing the erection, I looked at its size and length in utter awe. He moved his left arm towards the door and slid open the lock. He didn't move, except to look up again at my face poking over that dividing wall. "Come on then!" he blurted out. Fuck! It's happening!!
I jumped down from the toilet and opened the door. As I emerged to enter his cubicle, I saw Bob standing in the corner by the front door. He shrugged his shoulders and raised both palms towards the sky, as if to say "what's going on?!".
I said nothing as I entered the middle cubicle. And oh, the sight I was met with is still the vivid vision I often wank off to. The butcher was sat on the toilet seat, lay back against the wall, pants peeled down passed his knees. Both chunky, meaty thighs were spread and his absolutely humongous prick was poking straight up at the ceiling. His right hand gripping, moving up and down the unbelievable length. I closed the door behind me and stood there. I think I actually shot precum into my pants. I'd had big dicks before and I've had big ones since. I had never up to then, nor since, encountered a prick as big as this one. It was seriously huge. It was at least 12" in length and was so thick that when gripping very hard, fingers would not, could not, go right around it. Rocco Steele's prick reminds me of it, but I seriously doubt that Rocco's is as big or thick, and certainly he isn't uncut like the butcher's dick was. I knelt down in front of him. I just stared at it. He very slowly ran his hand up and down it, feeling it, stroking the flesh rather than wanking it. I placed my hands on both of his thighs and continued to simply stare at him. He used his free hand to try to unbutton his shirt, but wasn't making a good job of it, so I knelt up higher and undid the buttons for him. His hairy chest was soon exposed and I ran my hand over if, occasionally scratching my fingers into the dense forest of black, grey curly hair. My fingers found his right nipple and I squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. I heard him breathe out a deep sigh: "oh yeah, he likes this shit" I almost smugly thought to myself. It was pleasing to know that I was turning him on; the last thing I wanted was for him to suddenly feel spooked and stop play, as can so often happen when playing with 'straight' guys. I stood up and bent my head down to kiss him, but he firmly turned his head away from this advance. "Ok, so he doesn't kiss. He's not queer, just playing it gay for the orgasm. That's okay. I can work with that". I retook my position on my knees in front of him and again marveled at the sight of his massive cock. The ball bag was equally impressive, almost but not quite in proportion. "How the fuck does he conceal all this in his pants?" I thought. Then I heard the noise of the adjacent cubicle's door being closed and I snapped my head round and looked at the glory hole. A tongue appeared and then quickly darted in and out and suddenly, an eye appeared. An eye I recognised. Bob. "Dirty fucker" I thought, "hung around for the show did you? Well, better give you one then".
I positioned myself over the colossal cock and opened my mouth - wide! I pushed the gargantuan glans into my mouth, and then a bit more. And then I pushed on. Now, I've never had much of a gag reflex, anyone I've deep-throated can tell you that! I mean literally, no reflex at all and I can swallow the longest dick right down. But this cock was different, it was long and incredibly thick! But I was determined to do the best I could. "Suck it all down" I heard Bob say through the glory hole as I began to relax in and get to work. The butcher was quiet, but occasionally squirmed around on the seat as I serviced his impressive schlong. Surely, he wasn't used to having anyone swallow ALL of his prick down? But I for one was determined to impress him with my oral skills. Swallowing big cocks is always easier on your back with it entering from above, behind your head but there was no chance of that happening here, I had to suck him off kneeling in front of him. I told him to stand and as he did so, the full weight of that MONSTER dick was placed into my hand. It must have weighed about a pound and a half, I swear. I could not fully get my hand around its girth and placing both hands on it, one above the other, still left more cock on show! I sucked as much of the cock as I could get into my mouth and used my hands to wank the shaft. There was a gentle 'tap tap tap' on the door and I heard Bob say in a muted voice "open up!". I quickly slid the bolt and Bob squeezed in. Bob's cock was already rock hard and poking out of his pants. I swiftly undid the top button and assisted the pants and undies down to the floor, completely freeing his cock. If you've read my previous posts, you'll know that Bob had a really big, meaty uncut dick. In fact, it was so much a turn on for me that I ensured that Bob and I became acquainted on our first meeting to facilitate my desire to suck and wank him again. But his very decently-sized prick was dwarfed against the butcher. I positioned Bob next to him so that both cocks were in front of me, side by side. I held both dicks in my hands and could then properly compare. Only then did the sheer size of the butcher's cock really become clear. At least two of Bob's cock would make up the butcher's, with even more flesh needed. From this position, I gleefully wanked both cocks, taking turns to lick, suck and wank them. As precum appeared, I'd lick it from the swollen glans, the piss hole, savour it and swallow it. Looking at both these dicks as I wanked them was pure heaven. The butcher's love balls were very low hanging and heavy and as I jerked his prick, they bounced around wildly, hitting against the side of my hand. I'd never 'played' before with Bob and someone else. I loved sucking Bob and wanking him off, but this was something much more intense. From experience, I judged that Bob was about to cum and I pushed his cock head into my mouth and wanked faster and faster until he blew his thick, creamy, salty load into my mouth. When he'd spent all his money shot, he knelt down next to me. I offered Bob his cum and he bent his head back so that I could drip the scum directly into his open mouth. He righted himself and placed a hand into the butcher's prick, just below where mine was continuing to wank. Both our hands were on his cock, moving backwards and forwards in unison. Then, Bob leaned forward and spat his cum into the cock. It began to drop into the floor and we both used our hands to massage the scum into the cock head and the skin of the shaft which acted as natural lube. We took turns licking and sucking at the cock head as we wanked. Occasionally, we'd kiss and stare at each other as we wanked the butcher's massive prick. I swapped hands on his dick so that I could move around his side and then felt up and massaged his hard buttock. I desperately wanted to rim his arse hole but I figured that as he didn't kiss, he probably wouldn't want a tongue in his bum hole either. Instead, I licked my finger and searched into his butt crack, seeking my prize. I located his hole and ran my wet finger around the rim. Then, I gently probed into the cavern of his rectum. There was no sign of objection, so I reached in further. I held onto his prick's thick base while Bob continued to wank him and suck the dick end. I found the mound of his prostate and began to massage. His hole tightened in pleasure into my finger and his butt cheeks clenched onto my hand. I whispered to Bob "come on, give him a good wank, I want to see that spunk fly!". Bob leaned back and began to jerk the butcher's dick in earnest. Bob began issuing encouraging filthy talk and I joined in. We both uttered sex comments such as "come on fella, give us both your massive load", "yeah, we want to share and swallow your creamy spunk..".
Bob reacted a second or so after I did. I felt the butcher's arse hole tighten on my finger. His ass cheeks clenched down HARD on my hand and I just knew that ...
Bob's face was splattered with the first shot of cum. I darted around to join him and managed to catch the second volley into my already gaping mouth. Both of our faces pressed together tightly as we moved in to the cum shower that was splashing over us. It must have been the sheer size of his balls, but the volume of cum and the force of ejaculation was simply breathtaking. I just can't even guess at how many spurts he shot out of that massive cock, but we were both more than satisfied. Bob and I took turns to lap up the scum that was on our faces and passed it back and forth between our mouths. We both held onto that prick until it became soft, still kissing and playing with the cum. At last, he pulled up his pants and replaced his monster.
"See you lads" he said as he forced his way past me so he could make a hasty exit. Bob and I just knelt there looking at each other. I was literally gasping with pleasure. My heart was still racing and I heard myself saying over and over again: "fucking hell!"
Bob stood up and dangled his soft but still remarkably swollen cock into my face. I playfully sucked it for a while, knowing that he wouldn't cum again, but I managed to tease out some ejaculate that remained in the uretha. He pulled me up by my shoulders and grasped my cock. I fumbled into my pockets and finding my poppers, I took a deep sniff. Bob jerked my dick faster and faster. I sniffed again and again, feeling increasingly light headed but so fucking turned on as my cock was wanked and wanked. Eventually, Bob pointed my dick towards his scooped palm and I shot a good amount of my man-juice into the depression. When I'd shot my whole load, Bob sucked up the scum and then licked his hand, swallowing my cum with gusto.
"I'm glad you decided to turn up" said Bob "that would have been a real shame to miss".
"Fuck me Bob, his cock is absolutely fucking unbelievable! How come I've not heard about him before now?"
"He doesn't go with many, I've known him for years, since before he was married and got that shop. I drunkenly felt him up at a straight party and seeing as he didn't object, I gave him my phone number. He called and the rest is history!
"So how did you get him to meet you in here?" I asked
"I told him that I knew someone that could possibly deep throat him and he couldn't resist the challenge! Pity you couldn't quite manage it
"Who the fuck could?" I replied.
I was surprised the Bob hadn't told me about the glory hole in his favourite cottage before, but I figured that he probably preferred that I haunt my own hang out rather than us both share the same space. I understood that. But as I've said before, knowledge is knowledge and in the future, I made good use of that knowledge to my ultimate satisfaction. That hole would see much more action from me, of that I was sure!
The actual hole was about 5 inches in diameter and had been rubbed smooth, presumably by the guy who continued to make those holes whenever the door was replaced, as it would be every so often. The authorities knew exactly what went on in such places and made occasional efforts to dissuade the regular users, but sex is a great motivator and whatever measures were employed as deterrents were quickly overcome. And so it was with that gloryhole. As Bob once quipped, "they should cover it with a metal sheet" but that thought practically terrified me! Bob was never keen on gloryholes and didn't use them to either suck or be sucked, but he knew I did. I was round at his place, as I often was, and he asked me if I'd had much action from the hole?
"Oh yeah, sometimes it's like Euston station in there. I'm just glad that some of the passengers seem to want to get on my train!
"So it's still there then, they haven't gone and replaced the door again?
"Would it make a difference if they had?" I replied "the secret 'hole maker' would rebore it again wouldn't he? He always does. And whoever it is, he always makes it really wide that anything that wants to poke through can do! Too wide really, a bit unnecessary. I'd like to see the cock that couldn't fit in it that's all I'm saying" I laughed.
"Have you had the butcher?" Bob asked.
"The butcher? What butcher?
"The one that works in the butcher shop by the bus stop opposite the cottage" replied Bob
"Had him? No of course not, he's married to someone I work with! Are you saying that he 'plays'?" I asked
"You bet your boots he does. Wifey or not, he's not averse to man-on-man action when the fancy takes. You telling me that in all the time you've been going in there you haven't had him? Mind you, he's very discrete
"Well if he's stuck his dick through that hole, I might have!" I replied "how would I know, a cock's a cock"
"Well just you saying that tells me that you haven't had him then" retorted Bob.
"What about him?" I asked
"Nothing really, I just wondered that's all. He's very discrete as I've said, he has to be given the circumstances, but he's definitely 'on' for gay sex. I know that coz I've had him a few times. But not at the cottage near his shop. Well you don't shit on your own doorstep do you? You don't really use that cottage near me anymore do you?"
"No, I prefer the 'downstairs' one as you called it just recently
"Yeah, you and 'The Sucker'
"Well yeah, we team up sometimes as I've told you, and he goes in there, so yeah, I prefer that one
"You've never suggested to me the we double up for a session have you? Why not?" Asked Bob
"Well, I wouldn't want to, we're friends, it wouldn't seem right" I replied.
"Well you don't seem to care about that when I've got my dick in your mouth!" He snapped back
"Tell you what, you go into the one I use at 6.30 tomorrow night and I'll meet you in there. You'll be glad that you said 'yes' if you do" said Bob
"Why? What're you up to?" I asked
"Mind your business! Are you going to be there or aren't you?"
"How can I refuse?" was my rather stilted and somewhat suspicious reply.
The following day, at the alloted time, I neared the agreed cottage on foot. I never ever drove up to any cruising area or public toilet I was about to 'work'. I was far too anxious that car numbers would be taken and the next thing you knew, a letter from the police warning you off dropped through the mail box. I knew that was a fact because Bob showed me one he'd received a few years before I met him. Again, another plus point of making friends who could tip you off on what you absolutely needed to know...
I entered the facility and, without looking at anything, approached the urinal and positioned myself. Only then did I allow myself quick, sly glances around in order to assess the situation. There was no one in, although one of the three cubicle doors was closed; the middle one. I looked towards the wall and then breathed out. I stood there for what seemed like ages, but there were no signs of anyone coming in, let alone Bob. I looked at my watch: 6.45. Fifteen minutes passed the time Bob had said to be here. One thing I did know about Bob was that he loathed a lack of punctuality and so endeavoured not to be a hypocrite in that respect. Still, I knew Bob well enough that I didn't give it much concern. If he didn't show, there'd be a good reason and no harm was done. I might even get a little sex play if I was patient. Just then, I heard feet shuffle in and I continued to look straight ahead. I felt a nudge at my right shoulder and I snapped my head around, looking straight at Bob's face. He grinned a little and said, quietly "I bet you thought you'd been stood up?". Before I could answer, he took me by my elbow and moved me towards the empty cubicle to the left of the occupied middle one. Bob steered me inside and as I entered, I immediately noticed that a perfectly round, smooth, large diameter hole had been fashioned in the dividing wall. I turned towards Bob to ask "how long has that been there then, you never told me?!" but before I could, he beat me to it by enigmatically saying "enjoy yourself!" and heading off.
I closed the door and sat down. Toilet paper had been placed over the hole on the other side of the wall, so I could see nothing. I stared intently at it, but there was no movement. I used a finger to push against it, making it blatantly obvious that someone was here. Then, the paper was removed. A finger emerged and rubbed around the hole, the sure sign that the occupant was interested in playing. The finger was removed and I boldly crouched in the floor in front of the hole and peered through. I saw large feet in black leather shoes flat on the floor, attached to legs that were bent at the knees. Whoever it was was sat down on the toilet. I moved my head so that I could see more. Up the legs to a jacketed torso, a little further and I could just see a chin. He was fully clothed, I certainly noticed that! The grey trousers were done up and in place, but the left hand was busy feeling at the crotch area. He knew I was looking and he remained motionless except for feeling himself up. I craned my neck just a bit more so that I could see his face. "Oh my god, it's the butcher!". In an instant, itwas as clear as a spring morning; Bob must have arranged for the butcher to be here tonight after the shop has closed. But why? I racked by mind to try and remember the conversation we'd had about him. What had we actually said?? Come on, think! He'd asked me if I'd 'had him' and I said I wouldn't know who's dick it is that pokes through the gloryhole and Bob said something like 'well if you're saying that then you haven't had him'. No. I still didn't get it. I sat back on the toilet. I worked with this fella's wife! We weren't close friends or anything, but I really didn't feel comfortable 'having' the husband of someone I knew - that was a bit 'close to home' for my liking. I'd about made up my mind to leave when I heard the sound of him standing and unzipping. Personal moral standards were suddenly in the parking bay as my curiosity overtook. His cock head made an appearance. Except, it didn't, it tried to. It tried to because despite the large circumference of the hole, the dick was even larger. Oh yes, this dick was fucking HUGE! He literally had to push and push to get it through, and as he did so, he grunted and verbally remonstrated the struggle! The foreskin was forced back over the head as he continued to force it through. The first few inches of the shaft appeared and still he pushed. By the sounds he was making, he still want there yet. I simply sat there, literally mesmerized at the sight of that massive dick. My heart was pounding, almost bursting out of my chest. My lips and mouth were as a desert and I swear I could hear ringing in my ears. Without hesitation, without a tangible cognitive thought, I stood on the toilet seat and looked over the dividing wall. I looked onto the top of his head and made a low whistling sound with my teeth and he immediately looked up at the sound. He appeared a bit panicked at this unusual break in protocol but without missing a beat I said in a suitably low voice "open the door". "No!" He empathetically replied. "Look, you'll hurt yourself trying to get that though there, open up and I'll sort you out" I said. I tried not to sound too desperate, too demanding, but I absolutely did not want to panic him into retreat - I hadn't even gotten my lips around it yet! I actually panicked a bit and worried that I'd made a mistake as huge as his dick. Maybe I'd ruined my chance being so pushy? I continued to stare at him but said nothing. He withdrew his cock from the hole. Even though he was now losing the erection, I looked at its size and length in utter awe. He moved his left arm towards the door and slid open the lock. He didn't move, except to look up again at my face poking over that dividing wall. "Come on then!" he blurted out. Fuck! It's happening!!
I jumped down from the toilet and opened the door. As I emerged to enter his cubicle, I saw Bob standing in the corner by the front door. He shrugged his shoulders and raised both palms towards the sky, as if to say "what's going on?!".
I said nothing as I entered the middle cubicle. And oh, the sight I was met with is still the vivid vision I often wank off to. The butcher was sat on the toilet seat, lay back against the wall, pants peeled down passed his knees. Both chunky, meaty thighs were spread and his absolutely humongous prick was poking straight up at the ceiling. His right hand gripping, moving up and down the unbelievable length. I closed the door behind me and stood there. I think I actually shot precum into my pants. I'd had big dicks before and I've had big ones since. I had never up to then, nor since, encountered a prick as big as this one. It was seriously huge. It was at least 12" in length and was so thick that when gripping very hard, fingers would not, could not, go right around it. Rocco Steele's prick reminds me of it, but I seriously doubt that Rocco's is as big or thick, and certainly he isn't uncut like the butcher's dick was. I knelt down in front of him. I just stared at it. He very slowly ran his hand up and down it, feeling it, stroking the flesh rather than wanking it. I placed my hands on both of his thighs and continued to simply stare at him. He used his free hand to try to unbutton his shirt, but wasn't making a good job of it, so I knelt up higher and undid the buttons for him. His hairy chest was soon exposed and I ran my hand over if, occasionally scratching my fingers into the dense forest of black, grey curly hair. My fingers found his right nipple and I squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. I heard him breathe out a deep sigh: "oh yeah, he likes this shit" I almost smugly thought to myself. It was pleasing to know that I was turning him on; the last thing I wanted was for him to suddenly feel spooked and stop play, as can so often happen when playing with 'straight' guys. I stood up and bent my head down to kiss him, but he firmly turned his head away from this advance. "Ok, so he doesn't kiss. He's not queer, just playing it gay for the orgasm. That's okay. I can work with that". I retook my position on my knees in front of him and again marveled at the sight of his massive cock. The ball bag was equally impressive, almost but not quite in proportion. "How the fuck does he conceal all this in his pants?" I thought. Then I heard the noise of the adjacent cubicle's door being closed and I snapped my head round and looked at the glory hole. A tongue appeared and then quickly darted in and out and suddenly, an eye appeared. An eye I recognised. Bob. "Dirty fucker" I thought, "hung around for the show did you? Well, better give you one then".
I positioned myself over the colossal cock and opened my mouth - wide! I pushed the gargantuan glans into my mouth, and then a bit more. And then I pushed on. Now, I've never had much of a gag reflex, anyone I've deep-throated can tell you that! I mean literally, no reflex at all and I can swallow the longest dick right down. But this cock was different, it was long and incredibly thick! But I was determined to do the best I could. "Suck it all down" I heard Bob say through the glory hole as I began to relax in and get to work. The butcher was quiet, but occasionally squirmed around on the seat as I serviced his impressive schlong. Surely, he wasn't used to having anyone swallow ALL of his prick down? But I for one was determined to impress him with my oral skills. Swallowing big cocks is always easier on your back with it entering from above, behind your head but there was no chance of that happening here, I had to suck him off kneeling in front of him. I told him to stand and as he did so, the full weight of that MONSTER dick was placed into my hand. It must have weighed about a pound and a half, I swear. I could not fully get my hand around its girth and placing both hands on it, one above the other, still left more cock on show! I sucked as much of the cock as I could get into my mouth and used my hands to wank the shaft. There was a gentle 'tap tap tap' on the door and I heard Bob say in a muted voice "open up!". I quickly slid the bolt and Bob squeezed in. Bob's cock was already rock hard and poking out of his pants. I swiftly undid the top button and assisted the pants and undies down to the floor, completely freeing his cock. If you've read my previous posts, you'll know that Bob had a really big, meaty uncut dick. In fact, it was so much a turn on for me that I ensured that Bob and I became acquainted on our first meeting to facilitate my desire to suck and wank him again. But his very decently-sized prick was dwarfed against the butcher. I positioned Bob next to him so that both cocks were in front of me, side by side. I held both dicks in my hands and could then properly compare. Only then did the sheer size of the butcher's cock really become clear. At least two of Bob's cock would make up the butcher's, with even more flesh needed. From this position, I gleefully wanked both cocks, taking turns to lick, suck and wank them. As precum appeared, I'd lick it from the swollen glans, the piss hole, savour it and swallow it. Looking at both these dicks as I wanked them was pure heaven. The butcher's love balls were very low hanging and heavy and as I jerked his prick, they bounced around wildly, hitting against the side of my hand. I'd never 'played' before with Bob and someone else. I loved sucking Bob and wanking him off, but this was something much more intense. From experience, I judged that Bob was about to cum and I pushed his cock head into my mouth and wanked faster and faster until he blew his thick, creamy, salty load into my mouth. When he'd spent all his money shot, he knelt down next to me. I offered Bob his cum and he bent his head back so that I could drip the scum directly into his open mouth. He righted himself and placed a hand into the butcher's prick, just below where mine was continuing to wank. Both our hands were on his cock, moving backwards and forwards in unison. Then, Bob leaned forward and spat his cum into the cock. It began to drop into the floor and we both used our hands to massage the scum into the cock head and the skin of the shaft which acted as natural lube. We took turns licking and sucking at the cock head as we wanked. Occasionally, we'd kiss and stare at each other as we wanked the butcher's massive prick. I swapped hands on his dick so that I could move around his side and then felt up and massaged his hard buttock. I desperately wanted to rim his arse hole but I figured that as he didn't kiss, he probably wouldn't want a tongue in his bum hole either. Instead, I licked my finger and searched into his butt crack, seeking my prize. I located his hole and ran my wet finger around the rim. Then, I gently probed into the cavern of his rectum. There was no sign of objection, so I reached in further. I held onto his prick's thick base while Bob continued to wank him and suck the dick end. I found the mound of his prostate and began to massage. His hole tightened in pleasure into my finger and his butt cheeks clenched onto my hand. I whispered to Bob "come on, give him a good wank, I want to see that spunk fly!". Bob leaned back and began to jerk the butcher's dick in earnest. Bob began issuing encouraging filthy talk and I joined in. We both uttered sex comments such as "come on fella, give us both your massive load", "yeah, we want to share and swallow your creamy spunk..".
Bob reacted a second or so after I did. I felt the butcher's arse hole tighten on my finger. His ass cheeks clenched down HARD on my hand and I just knew that ...
Bob's face was splattered with the first shot of cum. I darted around to join him and managed to catch the second volley into my already gaping mouth. Both of our faces pressed together tightly as we moved in to the cum shower that was splashing over us. It must have been the sheer size of his balls, but the volume of cum and the force of ejaculation was simply breathtaking. I just can't even guess at how many spurts he shot out of that massive cock, but we were both more than satisfied. Bob and I took turns to lap up the scum that was on our faces and passed it back and forth between our mouths. We both held onto that prick until it became soft, still kissing and playing with the cum. At last, he pulled up his pants and replaced his monster.
"See you lads" he said as he forced his way past me so he could make a hasty exit. Bob and I just knelt there looking at each other. I was literally gasping with pleasure. My heart was still racing and I heard myself saying over and over again: "fucking hell!"
Bob stood up and dangled his soft but still remarkably swollen cock into my face. I playfully sucked it for a while, knowing that he wouldn't cum again, but I managed to tease out some ejaculate that remained in the uretha. He pulled me up by my shoulders and grasped my cock. I fumbled into my pockets and finding my poppers, I took a deep sniff. Bob jerked my dick faster and faster. I sniffed again and again, feeling increasingly light headed but so fucking turned on as my cock was wanked and wanked. Eventually, Bob pointed my dick towards his scooped palm and I shot a good amount of my man-juice into the depression. When I'd shot my whole load, Bob sucked up the scum and then licked his hand, swallowing my cum with gusto.
"I'm glad you decided to turn up" said Bob "that would have been a real shame to miss".
"Fuck me Bob, his cock is absolutely fucking unbelievable! How come I've not heard about him before now?"
"He doesn't go with many, I've known him for years, since before he was married and got that shop. I drunkenly felt him up at a straight party and seeing as he didn't object, I gave him my phone number. He called and the rest is history!
"So how did you get him to meet you in here?" I asked
"I told him that I knew someone that could possibly deep throat him and he couldn't resist the challenge! Pity you couldn't quite manage it
"Who the fuck could?" I replied.
I was surprised the Bob hadn't told me about the glory hole in his favourite cottage before, but I figured that he probably preferred that I haunt my own hang out rather than us both share the same space. I understood that. But as I've said before, knowledge is knowledge and in the future, I made good use of that knowledge to my ultimate satisfaction. That hole would see much more action from me, of that I was sure!
Cheryl
- 04.11.2021
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