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"Have you come across 'The Sucker' yet?" asked Bob?
"Who?
"The Sucker? Oh you must have! He's always working the cottages. Middle aged, always has that bag with with him? I don't know his name of course, but he's sucked me off a few times. He's very good too!" In fact, I knew very well who Bob was taking about, and if you've read part 3 of this series, so do you!
I'd met Bob about a year earlier, fairly soon after I'd started having sexual experiences in public toilets. I'd gone into one of my favourites one evening on my way home from the gym. I took one look at Bob's big cock and decided that I wanted this one more than once. So after I'd wanked him off, I broke one of the unwritten rules and engaged him in conversation. He invited me home "for coffee" and I gladly accepted. He was talkative, friendly and seemed very genuine. Actually, 'a bit lonely' was my overall impression when I later reflected on our first conversation. The most incredible thing was that he lived literally a quarter mile away from me and yet I had no recollection of seeing him before. It's amazing how sex can bring people together! He'd given me an open invitation to "pop round whether you're passing" and I'd taken him up on that offer many times. Eventually, we ended up talking more than wanking and sucking each others dicks, and a friendship was born. I suspected that what Bob initially liked about me was the fact that I can cum 3 or even 4 times during a session, and I don't lose my erection between loads! I thought that was 'normal' until experience informed me that I was, umm, somewhat unusual in this respect. Don't misunderstand, I do need to be really turned on to experience this longevity. If I'm just up for something quick, I'm the same as everyone else I've met - I cum and then go soft.
Anyway, I feigned ignorance of "The Sucker" to see if Bob would be prompted to offer more details. Aside from being well-hung, Bob was what one of my female friends would describe as "a bit of a gossip" and he usually required little encouragement to impart juicy titbits of information about, well, anyone really! I'm usually bored by idle tittle-tattle but sometimes his penchant for scandal could prove very enlightening indeed.
"He always has this bag with him, and at first, I wondered what he had in it. Women's knickers? Dirty magazines? Butt plugs? Haha! But no, one day I found out exactly what was in it. Guess?
"I don't know
"Go on, guess!
"I don't know!
"You'll never guess
"Then why are you asking me to" I almost snapped back, feeling rather irritated by this rather c***dish game.
"Oh you're no fun you! Well seeing as you're being all spoil-sport, I'll tell you. Nothing! Yep, not even his lunch. You know why he has it? Oh that's right, you're being all prissy and won't guess. Well, he has it to disguise what he's up to. One day, I went in and he was there and I felt like being sucked off. The problem was that there was a lot of human traffic in and out, and not all of it kosher trade, so it felt a bit dangerous. Anyway, he goes into an open cubicle and beckoned me in. Well, I was so horny I risked it and piled in with him. I'm thinking 'well, I'm so horny I'll probably only be in here a minute before I cum' so it's probably OK. He's sat on the loo with the bag on the floor in front of him and then he pulled the zip and opened it up. And he says "stand in it". He must have seen the confused look on my face and he says it again, "stand in it!". Then the proverbial penny dropped, and I stood in it while he took my cock out and gave me a lovely sucking off".
"Well I'm confused" I said "is it some fetish or something?"
"No! Think about it. There's that big gap under the doors of the stalls isn't there? So if he's sat down sucking someone off and someone looks under, they'll see 2 sets of the legs and the game's up. Yeah? But if the one he's sucking off is stood in the bag and someone looks under, all they'll see is him sat on the loo with a bag in front of him! Fucking genius!".
I'd seen 'The Sucker' take trade into cubicles many times, with the bag in hand, and I'd never realised what was going on with it. Fucking genius indeed! Bob didn't know anything more about him other than a few facts that anyone 'working' the local cottages couldn't work out if they kept their eyes open. "Stand in it" is about as much as I've ever heard him say" said Bob. "Never wants to talk. Not like you, you never shut up!" said Bob, more than a little ironically as it was me that usually nursed my coffee whilst being regaled with 'the latest' from him, which rarely amounted to much more than who he'd 'had' since the last time I'd 'popped round'. Sometimes, the tales of his sexual exploits would give me a raging hard-on and I'd grown comfortable enough to be able to just stand up, take my cock out and have him either suck or wank me off. And if I was feeling generous, I might wank him off too.
'The Sucker'. He wasn't a friend like Bob. In fact, even though we sucked cocks off together, we weren't friends at all. As Bob said, he never spoke. I don't recall ever speaking to him either. The fact that he'd said to Bob "stand in it" actually really surprised me. I usually take my lead from other people and being honest (what's the point of not being here?) I rather enjoyed the anonymity of it all. I once visited the cottage that was below ground. In fact, the very place that 'The Sucker' and I were first acquainted. As I neared, I could see him stood inside the bus stop shelter across the road. It was raining, so I figured that he wasn't waiting for any of the buses, but was keeping dry whist watching for trade to enter the cottage. Instead of going in myself, I decided to cross the road and join him. As I neared, he saw me and immediately turned away to pretend to read the timetable that are ubiquitous fixtures in such shelters. I joined him, but kept a discrete distance. Within 10 seconds, he'd turned in the direction of the cottage and was gone. The silent implication was clear - "we suck dicks together, and that's it. Outside of that context, you don't know me, I don't know you". OK. Got it. I didn't follow him down that day.
As I previously said, we quickly worked out how to work together, and it worked well. I'd sometimes watch him suck 3,4 5 dicks in succession. I was getting bold. I didn't even bother pretending to stand at the long urinal and pretend to piss when he was at work. I didn't really need to. I was there to get off on watching him suck dicks and I'd get thoroughly horned up doing so. And I have to give him kudos, he was good. He ought to have been considering the amount of cocks I saw him service! I'd just stand at the end of the urinal, learning against the wall. A guy would come in and fairly often, we'd both know him. You don't 'work' cottages with any degree of regularity and not begin to get recognised and become familiar. And vice versa. And he'd waste no time in getting to work. No pretence, no time wasting. He'd drop to his knees, take that cock in his mouth and pretty soon, there'd be an obvious sign that the guy was shooting his load right into 'The Suckers' mouth. Sometimes, as the guy was cumming, I'd move into position so that I could get some of the cum from his mouth before he swallowed it. I knew he liked that. He'd crane his head towards me, mouth open wide with his tongue sticking out, covered in cum so that I could lap up and suck the cum into my own mouth. He'd push his tongue out as far as he could and he'd have a wild, sex-crazed look in his eyes as he strained to give me the scum. Then I'd retake my position, and he'd stand at the urinal waiting for the next dick. When I was ready, I'd take my dick out and he'd skillfully suck and tease the spunk out of me. I didn't mind if he swallowed, but he knew that I liked to taste my own cum too and so sometimes he'd stand up and spit my spunk into my mouth so I could swill it around and swallow it.
The most common scenario would involve either one of us taking the lead in scoring a sexual partner, and the other joining in. I can't recall that any man we orally serviced ever openly objected to having two guys suck him off. They seemed only too pleased to have the attention. There were occasions when I allowed him to undertake the fellating on his own, and that was usually when the guy had what I considered to be an 'ugly dick'. Let's again be honest here, some dicks are ugly. For me those are usually tiny, skinny cut ones that look dry and wizened. I'm sorry, I might love sucking dicks, but I just couldn't suck anything! He would. He had no filter. If there was a dick on offer, he'd service it. I just didn't get involved - he was welcome!
The below ground cottage was near to a public house. In those days in the UK, pubs closed at 3pm on Sunday and fairly soon after, they'd start to empty out. Bob told me that this could be 'boom time' as fellas might visit the cottage for a genuine piss on their walk home and hope that they might get de-spunked. Straight men are not ignorant to what goes on in cottages. They might make disparaging remarks and jokes about such places with their friends, but the knowledge is there and sometimes, they put that knowledge to good use. And so do the men that 'work' them too. One Sunday, I positioned myself in the cubicle with the glory hole around 2.30pm. I sat there with my trousers down so that if anyone looked under, it looked like I was a genuine user. Of course, that exposed my cock so that I could play with it and get myself worked up and in the mood for what might occur. From this position, leaning back, I could see through the hole and catch glimpses of who walked down the stairs. But just then, there was no one in except me. Then I heard the familiar halting of a bus applying it's brakes and within a few minutes, I caught sight of a brown uniform entering. "The driver" I thought to myself "he'll be gone in a minute". I heard him piss and then the sound of feet. Suddenly, his hard cock was thrust into the hole! "What the fuck! He's on!". I leaned forward and took his erection in my hand and, spitting onto his dick, I gently lubed him up with it, moving my fist back and forth. I saw his fingers appear over the top of the door and he gripped onto it, thrusting hard through the hole. His dick pushed into my hand further so that I could rub even more of it. I moved from the sitting position and crouched down in front of the cock, moving my hand under so that I could wank it with a full palmed fist. I heard him utter and push against the door so hard that I thought it might give way. And then he came. It spurted out and it hit the floor. I didn't attempt to get my mouth around the dick'd end as he came, I was fascinated to see the spunk shoot out and make a watery pool in front of me. When he retracted his dick from the hole, I peeped through to get a better look at who I'd just wanked off, but I only saw the back of him as he hurried up the steps. A second later, fingers entered the hole, almost taking my eye out! Fingers being pushed into, or rubbed around, a glory hole was usually a signal from a sucker that a cock was desired. I peered out of the hole and saw a familiar figure standing there. I opened the door and within a few seconds, 'The Sucker' was in and he'd placed his bag on the floor. He noticed the cum on the floor and he knelt down and through pursed lips, he sucked it up. He motioned for me to share it but I didn't want spunk from the floor. We both heard the sound of feet coming down the steps and he sat on the toilet seat. I stood in the bag and bent over to peek through the hole. He pulled me back quickly and motioned for me to stand up. When I did so, the reason became clear - he wanted the same vantage point I'd had. We heard the obvious sounds of a male voices, bantering about nothing, the way men in groups do. I stood rigid and dared not move. I looked at 'The Sucker' for clues to what he was seeing. He was moving his head back and forth as he intently scrutinised the hole in front of him. He looked at me and held up 3 fingers, then 4 and shrugged. It was clear from the sounds that they were all having a piss whist passing banal dialogue back and forth. This wasn't good. This type of behaviour, and the amount of noise from a group of guys just out of the pub will only serve in scaring any potential trade away. Hopefully, they wouldn't be there long before moving on. Then it went quiet. No, they definitely hadn't left, that was obvious from the lack footsteps. Shit. What were they up to? Suddenly, I felt sick and panicked. What if they knew we were in here? What if they were waiting for us to come out? What then? What if... I decided that the hole was too much of a ridk, so I looked around for anything, any scrap of paper or something I could use to cover it up. I looked at 'The Sucker' with horror and he picked up on my rising sense of alarm. He looked a bit ashen himself and the realisation did nothing to quell my anxiety. And then it happened...
I heard the sound of feet walk towards the door. I practically vomited out of fear. I knew that it was fairly unlikely that we'd either of us come out of this situation well. We'd be lucky to get out with any teeth left, or blood! "Oh shit, why the fuck did I come in here today. Why did I think this was a good idea?" I heard voices, no not voices, mere hints at whispers, the subtle nuances of lowly uttered words meant solely for the ear where they're directed. What was going on? What were they plotting? Then, it all became clear.
The soft, circumcised and veiny penis was ushered through the hole. I stared at it, simply not believing. I looked at 'The Sucker' and he was actually howling silent laughter. I understood why, I felt like laughing as well. The relief we both clearly felt was tangible. I almost forgot that there was a dick poking through a glory hole that needed attention! Even as I took hold of it in my hand, I was trembling with uncertainty. Was this a ruse, a plot to coax out "the queer"? No. There was no pulling back, no shouts of "you fucking queer" etc. This was on! I looked at my fellow cubicle dweller and motioned to him to come forward. I held up the cock at a near 45 degree angle and within seconds, a hot, wet mouth was going to work. Beer or no beer, his skills were working and the dick's girth and length increased. A throbbing, pulsing cock was being licked, sucked, massaged and caressed with expert attention. He pointed the member in my direction and I voraciously went to work, occasionally pausing to wank the shaft. I could still hear muffled voices, and without warning, the cock was hastily withdrawn. With almost no hesitation, another dick was pushed into the hole and we both took turns servicing this uncut prick with mounting gusto. 'The Sucker' was deep throating when he hastily pulled back to allow a hot stream of molten cum shoot into his wide open mouth. After all the cum was shot, he held on to the cock and turned his head towards mine. He looked into my eyes intensely as he proffered his open mouth towards my own gaping orifice. He was never too greedy to feed me. I knew that it gave him total pleasure to tease the scum from a dick and then give the prize to me. He knew that I would usually share it with him, if he signalled that this was what he desired. This time, I swallowed the cum and then plunged the softening cock into my cummy mouth in order to get the last few sucks before it was too removed. We kissed deeply and I knew that he was waiting for that first dick to re-emerge. What we got was yet another uncut dick to enjoy! The guys had clearly come here for one reason - to covertly (almost) silently get their dicks drained by a thirsty, willing and reliable mouth. And they knew where they'd get their desires met.
That afternoon, we sucked off four cocks in succession. I was so turned on by all the scum that we'd shared that it only took him a few oral strokes to make me cum a hard, pulsating load into his begging mouth. He continued to suck on my dick and I remained hard as rock. He wanked me, sucked me and used my cum to lube up my arse-hole as he did so. He pushed a finger in as he reached between my legs whilst continuing to orally attend to my still hard prick. When he realised that my hard on wasn't going away, he looked up at me, cock in mouth, and winked his total approval and pleasure at what was happening. I could feel my balls tighten again as I neared orgasm and I breathed quickly and audibly. The clue was not lost and he stopped sucking me so that he could wank me off. His hand worked furiously and diligently until I blew my second load into his face. He gasped and moaned as more cum flew out of my piss hole. He gripped onto my cock as he used his other hand to spread some cum into my exposed, shining cock-head, and then scooped some into his mouth. He finished off by sucking on my phlange again. "Stop now" I thought, because I knew that if he continued to suck like this that I'd remain hard and he'd have to get even more sex scum out of my prick. I'd been there too long already and I didn't need to cum again - I really was spent. I took my dick out of his mouth, and placing it along the zip line in my jeans, I sealed it in. He stood and kissed me, as always deep and hard.
I'd never seen him cum. Ever. He never wanked himself off, even after a marathon session of dick sucking. I figured he probably waited until he was safely at home, remembering his (s)exploits and fantasizing about the next time. But that day, as he sniffed hard on his poppers and wanked furiously, he gripped the back of my head by my hair and, angrily thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, he shot his load all over my fucking jeans! Fuck! "That'll teach me to get him worked up" I thought as I wondered if it was going to rain on my short walk home.
"Who?
"The Sucker? Oh you must have! He's always working the cottages. Middle aged, always has that bag with with him? I don't know his name of course, but he's sucked me off a few times. He's very good too!" In fact, I knew very well who Bob was taking about, and if you've read part 3 of this series, so do you!
I'd met Bob about a year earlier, fairly soon after I'd started having sexual experiences in public toilets. I'd gone into one of my favourites one evening on my way home from the gym. I took one look at Bob's big cock and decided that I wanted this one more than once. So after I'd wanked him off, I broke one of the unwritten rules and engaged him in conversation. He invited me home "for coffee" and I gladly accepted. He was talkative, friendly and seemed very genuine. Actually, 'a bit lonely' was my overall impression when I later reflected on our first conversation. The most incredible thing was that he lived literally a quarter mile away from me and yet I had no recollection of seeing him before. It's amazing how sex can bring people together! He'd given me an open invitation to "pop round whether you're passing" and I'd taken him up on that offer many times. Eventually, we ended up talking more than wanking and sucking each others dicks, and a friendship was born. I suspected that what Bob initially liked about me was the fact that I can cum 3 or even 4 times during a session, and I don't lose my erection between loads! I thought that was 'normal' until experience informed me that I was, umm, somewhat unusual in this respect. Don't misunderstand, I do need to be really turned on to experience this longevity. If I'm just up for something quick, I'm the same as everyone else I've met - I cum and then go soft.
Anyway, I feigned ignorance of "The Sucker" to see if Bob would be prompted to offer more details. Aside from being well-hung, Bob was what one of my female friends would describe as "a bit of a gossip" and he usually required little encouragement to impart juicy titbits of information about, well, anyone really! I'm usually bored by idle tittle-tattle but sometimes his penchant for scandal could prove very enlightening indeed.
"He always has this bag with him, and at first, I wondered what he had in it. Women's knickers? Dirty magazines? Butt plugs? Haha! But no, one day I found out exactly what was in it. Guess?
"I don't know
"Go on, guess!
"I don't know!
"You'll never guess
"Then why are you asking me to" I almost snapped back, feeling rather irritated by this rather c***dish game.
"Oh you're no fun you! Well seeing as you're being all spoil-sport, I'll tell you. Nothing! Yep, not even his lunch. You know why he has it? Oh that's right, you're being all prissy and won't guess. Well, he has it to disguise what he's up to. One day, I went in and he was there and I felt like being sucked off. The problem was that there was a lot of human traffic in and out, and not all of it kosher trade, so it felt a bit dangerous. Anyway, he goes into an open cubicle and beckoned me in. Well, I was so horny I risked it and piled in with him. I'm thinking 'well, I'm so horny I'll probably only be in here a minute before I cum' so it's probably OK. He's sat on the loo with the bag on the floor in front of him and then he pulled the zip and opened it up. And he says "stand in it". He must have seen the confused look on my face and he says it again, "stand in it!". Then the proverbial penny dropped, and I stood in it while he took my cock out and gave me a lovely sucking off".
"Well I'm confused" I said "is it some fetish or something?"
"No! Think about it. There's that big gap under the doors of the stalls isn't there? So if he's sat down sucking someone off and someone looks under, they'll see 2 sets of the legs and the game's up. Yeah? But if the one he's sucking off is stood in the bag and someone looks under, all they'll see is him sat on the loo with a bag in front of him! Fucking genius!".
I'd seen 'The Sucker' take trade into cubicles many times, with the bag in hand, and I'd never realised what was going on with it. Fucking genius indeed! Bob didn't know anything more about him other than a few facts that anyone 'working' the local cottages couldn't work out if they kept their eyes open. "Stand in it" is about as much as I've ever heard him say" said Bob. "Never wants to talk. Not like you, you never shut up!" said Bob, more than a little ironically as it was me that usually nursed my coffee whilst being regaled with 'the latest' from him, which rarely amounted to much more than who he'd 'had' since the last time I'd 'popped round'. Sometimes, the tales of his sexual exploits would give me a raging hard-on and I'd grown comfortable enough to be able to just stand up, take my cock out and have him either suck or wank me off. And if I was feeling generous, I might wank him off too.
'The Sucker'. He wasn't a friend like Bob. In fact, even though we sucked cocks off together, we weren't friends at all. As Bob said, he never spoke. I don't recall ever speaking to him either. The fact that he'd said to Bob "stand in it" actually really surprised me. I usually take my lead from other people and being honest (what's the point of not being here?) I rather enjoyed the anonymity of it all. I once visited the cottage that was below ground. In fact, the very place that 'The Sucker' and I were first acquainted. As I neared, I could see him stood inside the bus stop shelter across the road. It was raining, so I figured that he wasn't waiting for any of the buses, but was keeping dry whist watching for trade to enter the cottage. Instead of going in myself, I decided to cross the road and join him. As I neared, he saw me and immediately turned away to pretend to read the timetable that are ubiquitous fixtures in such shelters. I joined him, but kept a discrete distance. Within 10 seconds, he'd turned in the direction of the cottage and was gone. The silent implication was clear - "we suck dicks together, and that's it. Outside of that context, you don't know me, I don't know you". OK. Got it. I didn't follow him down that day.
As I previously said, we quickly worked out how to work together, and it worked well. I'd sometimes watch him suck 3,4 5 dicks in succession. I was getting bold. I didn't even bother pretending to stand at the long urinal and pretend to piss when he was at work. I didn't really need to. I was there to get off on watching him suck dicks and I'd get thoroughly horned up doing so. And I have to give him kudos, he was good. He ought to have been considering the amount of cocks I saw him service! I'd just stand at the end of the urinal, learning against the wall. A guy would come in and fairly often, we'd both know him. You don't 'work' cottages with any degree of regularity and not begin to get recognised and become familiar. And vice versa. And he'd waste no time in getting to work. No pretence, no time wasting. He'd drop to his knees, take that cock in his mouth and pretty soon, there'd be an obvious sign that the guy was shooting his load right into 'The Suckers' mouth. Sometimes, as the guy was cumming, I'd move into position so that I could get some of the cum from his mouth before he swallowed it. I knew he liked that. He'd crane his head towards me, mouth open wide with his tongue sticking out, covered in cum so that I could lap up and suck the cum into my own mouth. He'd push his tongue out as far as he could and he'd have a wild, sex-crazed look in his eyes as he strained to give me the scum. Then I'd retake my position, and he'd stand at the urinal waiting for the next dick. When I was ready, I'd take my dick out and he'd skillfully suck and tease the spunk out of me. I didn't mind if he swallowed, but he knew that I liked to taste my own cum too and so sometimes he'd stand up and spit my spunk into my mouth so I could swill it around and swallow it.
The most common scenario would involve either one of us taking the lead in scoring a sexual partner, and the other joining in. I can't recall that any man we orally serviced ever openly objected to having two guys suck him off. They seemed only too pleased to have the attention. There were occasions when I allowed him to undertake the fellating on his own, and that was usually when the guy had what I considered to be an 'ugly dick'. Let's again be honest here, some dicks are ugly. For me those are usually tiny, skinny cut ones that look dry and wizened. I'm sorry, I might love sucking dicks, but I just couldn't suck anything! He would. He had no filter. If there was a dick on offer, he'd service it. I just didn't get involved - he was welcome!
The below ground cottage was near to a public house. In those days in the UK, pubs closed at 3pm on Sunday and fairly soon after, they'd start to empty out. Bob told me that this could be 'boom time' as fellas might visit the cottage for a genuine piss on their walk home and hope that they might get de-spunked. Straight men are not ignorant to what goes on in cottages. They might make disparaging remarks and jokes about such places with their friends, but the knowledge is there and sometimes, they put that knowledge to good use. And so do the men that 'work' them too. One Sunday, I positioned myself in the cubicle with the glory hole around 2.30pm. I sat there with my trousers down so that if anyone looked under, it looked like I was a genuine user. Of course, that exposed my cock so that I could play with it and get myself worked up and in the mood for what might occur. From this position, leaning back, I could see through the hole and catch glimpses of who walked down the stairs. But just then, there was no one in except me. Then I heard the familiar halting of a bus applying it's brakes and within a few minutes, I caught sight of a brown uniform entering. "The driver" I thought to myself "he'll be gone in a minute". I heard him piss and then the sound of feet. Suddenly, his hard cock was thrust into the hole! "What the fuck! He's on!". I leaned forward and took his erection in my hand and, spitting onto his dick, I gently lubed him up with it, moving my fist back and forth. I saw his fingers appear over the top of the door and he gripped onto it, thrusting hard through the hole. His dick pushed into my hand further so that I could rub even more of it. I moved from the sitting position and crouched down in front of the cock, moving my hand under so that I could wank it with a full palmed fist. I heard him utter and push against the door so hard that I thought it might give way. And then he came. It spurted out and it hit the floor. I didn't attempt to get my mouth around the dick'd end as he came, I was fascinated to see the spunk shoot out and make a watery pool in front of me. When he retracted his dick from the hole, I peeped through to get a better look at who I'd just wanked off, but I only saw the back of him as he hurried up the steps. A second later, fingers entered the hole, almost taking my eye out! Fingers being pushed into, or rubbed around, a glory hole was usually a signal from a sucker that a cock was desired. I peered out of the hole and saw a familiar figure standing there. I opened the door and within a few seconds, 'The Sucker' was in and he'd placed his bag on the floor. He noticed the cum on the floor and he knelt down and through pursed lips, he sucked it up. He motioned for me to share it but I didn't want spunk from the floor. We both heard the sound of feet coming down the steps and he sat on the toilet seat. I stood in the bag and bent over to peek through the hole. He pulled me back quickly and motioned for me to stand up. When I did so, the reason became clear - he wanted the same vantage point I'd had. We heard the obvious sounds of a male voices, bantering about nothing, the way men in groups do. I stood rigid and dared not move. I looked at 'The Sucker' for clues to what he was seeing. He was moving his head back and forth as he intently scrutinised the hole in front of him. He looked at me and held up 3 fingers, then 4 and shrugged. It was clear from the sounds that they were all having a piss whist passing banal dialogue back and forth. This wasn't good. This type of behaviour, and the amount of noise from a group of guys just out of the pub will only serve in scaring any potential trade away. Hopefully, they wouldn't be there long before moving on. Then it went quiet. No, they definitely hadn't left, that was obvious from the lack footsteps. Shit. What were they up to? Suddenly, I felt sick and panicked. What if they knew we were in here? What if they were waiting for us to come out? What then? What if... I decided that the hole was too much of a ridk, so I looked around for anything, any scrap of paper or something I could use to cover it up. I looked at 'The Sucker' with horror and he picked up on my rising sense of alarm. He looked a bit ashen himself and the realisation did nothing to quell my anxiety. And then it happened...
I heard the sound of feet walk towards the door. I practically vomited out of fear. I knew that it was fairly unlikely that we'd either of us come out of this situation well. We'd be lucky to get out with any teeth left, or blood! "Oh shit, why the fuck did I come in here today. Why did I think this was a good idea?" I heard voices, no not voices, mere hints at whispers, the subtle nuances of lowly uttered words meant solely for the ear where they're directed. What was going on? What were they plotting? Then, it all became clear.
The soft, circumcised and veiny penis was ushered through the hole. I stared at it, simply not believing. I looked at 'The Sucker' and he was actually howling silent laughter. I understood why, I felt like laughing as well. The relief we both clearly felt was tangible. I almost forgot that there was a dick poking through a glory hole that needed attention! Even as I took hold of it in my hand, I was trembling with uncertainty. Was this a ruse, a plot to coax out "the queer"? No. There was no pulling back, no shouts of "you fucking queer" etc. This was on! I looked at my fellow cubicle dweller and motioned to him to come forward. I held up the cock at a near 45 degree angle and within seconds, a hot, wet mouth was going to work. Beer or no beer, his skills were working and the dick's girth and length increased. A throbbing, pulsing cock was being licked, sucked, massaged and caressed with expert attention. He pointed the member in my direction and I voraciously went to work, occasionally pausing to wank the shaft. I could still hear muffled voices, and without warning, the cock was hastily withdrawn. With almost no hesitation, another dick was pushed into the hole and we both took turns servicing this uncut prick with mounting gusto. 'The Sucker' was deep throating when he hastily pulled back to allow a hot stream of molten cum shoot into his wide open mouth. After all the cum was shot, he held on to the cock and turned his head towards mine. He looked into my eyes intensely as he proffered his open mouth towards my own gaping orifice. He was never too greedy to feed me. I knew that it gave him total pleasure to tease the scum from a dick and then give the prize to me. He knew that I would usually share it with him, if he signalled that this was what he desired. This time, I swallowed the cum and then plunged the softening cock into my cummy mouth in order to get the last few sucks before it was too removed. We kissed deeply and I knew that he was waiting for that first dick to re-emerge. What we got was yet another uncut dick to enjoy! The guys had clearly come here for one reason - to covertly (almost) silently get their dicks drained by a thirsty, willing and reliable mouth. And they knew where they'd get their desires met.
That afternoon, we sucked off four cocks in succession. I was so turned on by all the scum that we'd shared that it only took him a few oral strokes to make me cum a hard, pulsating load into his begging mouth. He continued to suck on my dick and I remained hard as rock. He wanked me, sucked me and used my cum to lube up my arse-hole as he did so. He pushed a finger in as he reached between my legs whilst continuing to orally attend to my still hard prick. When he realised that my hard on wasn't going away, he looked up at me, cock in mouth, and winked his total approval and pleasure at what was happening. I could feel my balls tighten again as I neared orgasm and I breathed quickly and audibly. The clue was not lost and he stopped sucking me so that he could wank me off. His hand worked furiously and diligently until I blew my second load into his face. He gasped and moaned as more cum flew out of my piss hole. He gripped onto my cock as he used his other hand to spread some cum into my exposed, shining cock-head, and then scooped some into his mouth. He finished off by sucking on my phlange again. "Stop now" I thought, because I knew that if he continued to suck like this that I'd remain hard and he'd have to get even more sex scum out of my prick. I'd been there too long already and I didn't need to cum again - I really was spent. I took my dick out of his mouth, and placing it along the zip line in my jeans, I sealed it in. He stood and kissed me, as always deep and hard.
I'd never seen him cum. Ever. He never wanked himself off, even after a marathon session of dick sucking. I figured he probably waited until he was safely at home, remembering his (s)exploits and fantasizing about the next time. But that day, as he sniffed hard on his poppers and wanked furiously, he gripped the back of my head by my hair and, angrily thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, he shot his load all over my fucking jeans! Fuck! "That'll teach me to get him worked up" I thought as I wondered if it was going to rain on my short walk home.
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