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There were about half a dozen "cottages" in the area I lived. I'd lived there for years and had no idea that rivers of sperm were being spewed by grateful cocks on a daily basis, right within easy reach!
I had two particular favourites. The best of the best was known (perhaps "renowned" is a better word?) far and wide as being a place that was 'worked' - that was parlance for a toilet where gay sex was available. It was particularly busy at lunch times and the office worker rush hour at around 5pm. As I explained in part 2, straight guys in need of quick relief would visit cottages in order to either be masturbated or sucked to completion. The other place was actually below ground level. A set of stone steps led down to a long urinal that filled the complete length of one wall. It was made of ceramic material and was probably original to the time it was built - 1940s was my guess. Right above the urinals was a strip of glass made of 5" square blocks, set into the ceiling. This was of course also the floor of the ground above and there would be a constant parade of feet tramping over it; the procession of the ignorant. This glass strip and the stairwell were the only infiltrations of light because the one and only light fitting had corroded years before.
I liked this downstairs haven because it was usually busy with 'trade' at all times during the day and you could hear the footsteps of those entering in good time before they entered. This was essential warning. Let's not forget: to the police, any arrest involving gay sex in a public place was an arrest! So the danger of that was always clear and present (would that make for a film title?). This one even had a glory hole that some kind sir had drilled into one of the cubicle doors! The door was replaced a few times, but the hole would soon reappear.
I visited both of these establishments on a practically daily basis, sometimes visiting a few times in one day. Sex crazed? You bet! There was so much cock on offer, it was easy to establish a habit, an addiction more likely.
I was always a cocksucker. I've always just loved the feeling of dick in my mouth - and sperm. I used to try and suck my own dick when I was young and tasted my own cum practically from the time that I could shoot a load! And I was usually in the mood for a few cocks in one visit if I could get them. But it depended on my mood. Sometimes, I didn't want 'to do' but 'to be done', so I'd be more than happy to allow the first sucker or wanker I came across to get my balls emptied and I'd be on my way. Job done!
One particular memorable visit, I was definitely in the mood to suck as many dicks as I could get. You know, the kind of day when you hope and pray for an almost endless succession of hard dicks that can't wait for your hot, skilled mouth to tease the spunk right out them. I entered the underground facility and there was a guy stood at the long, trough-like urinal. I could tell by his stance, his whole demeanor that he was 'on'. I stood a few feet away from him to his left, far enough not to be too 'pushy' and obvious, but close enough to get some action should it be offered. I was always mindful that just because there's a guy looking for sex does not mean that he'll automatically want to have sex with you! I didn't look directly at him, I simply took quick, sly glimpses. Even so, I ascertained that he was about 40-45, a few inches shorter than me and balding. We went through the necessary routine of checking each other out, checking to see if we were interested, checking to see that the dick was willing etc. I could see he was erect, so I reached for his dick and he allowed me to grasp his hard member. I began to masturbate him for a while and he made no move to reciprocate which ok with me. He unzipped his pants right down and with one movement, he flipped his ball sack out allowing them to dangle free. As I wanked his dick with my left hand, his balls bounced wildly up and down. I picked up speed and then they really bashed on the back of my hand - that felt good, I like low hanging balls! I judged that he was about to cum for me, so I began to bend over to catch the spurts into my mouth, when we both heard the sound of decending footsteps, getting louder as they neared. Damn! Fuck shit damn! I don't know who was more pissed off, the guy about to cum or me for not getting it! But this happens, you get used to being disturbed at the most inconvenient moments. I immediately let go of his dick and looked straight ahead, glancing quickly to my right to try to see if the cum had been shot and wasted into the urinal trough, but no, it hadn't. I didn't look at the guy who'd just come in; not even a sideways peek. I didn't care who he was, I just wanted him to 'fuck off' so I could suck the spunk out of that dick I'd had to abandon - surely, he'd cum quickly so that I could soon have another? The new arrival stood to my left so I was between them both. Suddenly, without warning, the guy I'd been wanking moved from his position and walked right passed me. Surprised at this, I turned to look left and as I did so, I could see the guy who'd only just arrived a few minutes previously. And looking down, I saw a really delicious, already rock hard dick. Within a few more seconds, the other guy had was stood with him, leaned over and started sucking. The one being sucked immediately placed his right arm over the sucker's back and I realised that such familiarity meant they knew each other. "That's why he moved in so quickly!" I thought. Then, the sucker knelt on one knee as he settled into his task. The sucked guy placed both hands behind his back, really pushing forward from his lower back, thrusting forward in order to give as much of his shaft as possible to the sucker. I realised that my own prick was now hard as stone itself watching this highly erotic scenario. OK, so I would have loved to have had that cock in my own mouth, but I was really turned on to just watch this really horny scene unfolding. The sucker was gripping the cock's base whilst he carefully licked up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling the foreskin back so that the tip of his tongue could lap around the shiny, swollen cock-head in circular motions. Little dew drops of precum would appear and these would be swept up by his rasping tongue almost as soon as they appeared. One or two globs stretched out into long, stringy ropes of sex juice and settled onto his chin. I moved into position next to the guy being sucked and offered my dick towards him. My cock stood there to attention, begging to be stroked, but it went ignored. This guy was not into touching anyone else's dick. Straight? Possibly. I didn't care either way, he wasn't going to wank me off so I'd have to either wait for the sucker to suck me, or wank myself off. Hang on! I hadn't intended to cum, I was going to suck dicks today, but I'd got so turned on seeing this lovely, uncut prick being serviced that my sap had risen quickly! I decided to back off, leave my cock alone and watch the show. No sooner had I moved away than I saw the sucker place both of his hands around the backs of the guy's knees, leaving only his mouth to do the work on the big, pulsing prick. Back and forth, fast and slow ... Then, he pulled back and let the big, upward curving dick just stand there. He looked at it and I thought he'd begin again, but instead, he looked at me and nodded his head towards the dick. The meaning was obvious and not lost on me - "wanna have a go on this?" was the clear signal. Did I?? What do you think?! I was over there in a second and crouching right next to him. I looked up at the guy who's prick I was going to suck but he wasn't looking down. He didn't know which of us was sucking his cock and he didn't give a fuck! I plunged my quivering mouth onto the shaft and tightened my lips. There's nothing like it, that first sensation of a new dick in your mouth. That hard, begging, needing prick that's so dependant on your mouth, your oral skills in order to shoot it's fuckin' load! I'd occasionally take the cock out of my mouth in order to look at it, admire it, holding it in place by gripping the base, marvelling at this thick, veiny, throbbing uncut penis. The sucker's hand joined mine and as I gazed at this beautiful dick, he pointed it towards his face. He penetrated his wet, warm mouth with the big dick and sucked very greedily then quickly flipped it out of his mouth and pushed the tip towards mine. Back and forth between us, we both took turns sucking on this dick, slurping at it, tasting the occasional emmisions of precum, licking it from base to tip, then instinctively knowing when it was time to pass it over. It took us both by surprise, the ejaculation. There was no warning, no vocalisation of imminent eruption. I had just taken the cock from my mouth to hand it over when a sudden spurt of hot man-juice rocketed between our faces. The first volley hit the side of my face, the next loads were straight into the greedy mouth of my fellow sucker! He'd immediately clamped his mouth around the shooting prick to ensure that he took every drop. On every cum-blast, he uttered a little "umm umm...". When the guy's dick was spent, he turned away so that his prick was pulled out of the sucker's mouth. As the cock left his mouth, he opened it and stuck out his cum-covered tongue and moved towards me. I had a choice: to receive it or turn away. I moved towards him and, tongue protruding, I dug it deep into his mouth so that we could both share this exquisite liquid. At first, it was thick and creamy, but as we deep kissed and shared it back and forth, it soon diluted with spit and began to escape, running down lips and chins. As we broke away, we both swallowed what remained. He licked at the cum trail on the side of my face to get that as well. Fuck, this guy really liked cum!
We both stumbled to standing positions and I wiped at my mouth with my hand. I could smell the heady mixture of oxidising spunk and spit, both intoxicating and unappealing in equal measure. We took great pains to avoid each other's gaze at first, then when I did look at his face, he winked at me and stuck his tongue about before breaking into a huge grin. At that moment, we both visibly reacted to the sound of feet descending this stone steps towards us....
I had two particular favourites. The best of the best was known (perhaps "renowned" is a better word?) far and wide as being a place that was 'worked' - that was parlance for a toilet where gay sex was available. It was particularly busy at lunch times and the office worker rush hour at around 5pm. As I explained in part 2, straight guys in need of quick relief would visit cottages in order to either be masturbated or sucked to completion. The other place was actually below ground level. A set of stone steps led down to a long urinal that filled the complete length of one wall. It was made of ceramic material and was probably original to the time it was built - 1940s was my guess. Right above the urinals was a strip of glass made of 5" square blocks, set into the ceiling. This was of course also the floor of the ground above and there would be a constant parade of feet tramping over it; the procession of the ignorant. This glass strip and the stairwell were the only infiltrations of light because the one and only light fitting had corroded years before.
I liked this downstairs haven because it was usually busy with 'trade' at all times during the day and you could hear the footsteps of those entering in good time before they entered. This was essential warning. Let's not forget: to the police, any arrest involving gay sex in a public place was an arrest! So the danger of that was always clear and present (would that make for a film title?). This one even had a glory hole that some kind sir had drilled into one of the cubicle doors! The door was replaced a few times, but the hole would soon reappear.
I visited both of these establishments on a practically daily basis, sometimes visiting a few times in one day. Sex crazed? You bet! There was so much cock on offer, it was easy to establish a habit, an addiction more likely.
I was always a cocksucker. I've always just loved the feeling of dick in my mouth - and sperm. I used to try and suck my own dick when I was young and tasted my own cum practically from the time that I could shoot a load! And I was usually in the mood for a few cocks in one visit if I could get them. But it depended on my mood. Sometimes, I didn't want 'to do' but 'to be done', so I'd be more than happy to allow the first sucker or wanker I came across to get my balls emptied and I'd be on my way. Job done!
One particular memorable visit, I was definitely in the mood to suck as many dicks as I could get. You know, the kind of day when you hope and pray for an almost endless succession of hard dicks that can't wait for your hot, skilled mouth to tease the spunk right out them. I entered the underground facility and there was a guy stood at the long, trough-like urinal. I could tell by his stance, his whole demeanor that he was 'on'. I stood a few feet away from him to his left, far enough not to be too 'pushy' and obvious, but close enough to get some action should it be offered. I was always mindful that just because there's a guy looking for sex does not mean that he'll automatically want to have sex with you! I didn't look directly at him, I simply took quick, sly glimpses. Even so, I ascertained that he was about 40-45, a few inches shorter than me and balding. We went through the necessary routine of checking each other out, checking to see if we were interested, checking to see that the dick was willing etc. I could see he was erect, so I reached for his dick and he allowed me to grasp his hard member. I began to masturbate him for a while and he made no move to reciprocate which ok with me. He unzipped his pants right down and with one movement, he flipped his ball sack out allowing them to dangle free. As I wanked his dick with my left hand, his balls bounced wildly up and down. I picked up speed and then they really bashed on the back of my hand - that felt good, I like low hanging balls! I judged that he was about to cum for me, so I began to bend over to catch the spurts into my mouth, when we both heard the sound of decending footsteps, getting louder as they neared. Damn! Fuck shit damn! I don't know who was more pissed off, the guy about to cum or me for not getting it! But this happens, you get used to being disturbed at the most inconvenient moments. I immediately let go of his dick and looked straight ahead, glancing quickly to my right to try to see if the cum had been shot and wasted into the urinal trough, but no, it hadn't. I didn't look at the guy who'd just come in; not even a sideways peek. I didn't care who he was, I just wanted him to 'fuck off' so I could suck the spunk out of that dick I'd had to abandon - surely, he'd cum quickly so that I could soon have another? The new arrival stood to my left so I was between them both. Suddenly, without warning, the guy I'd been wanking moved from his position and walked right passed me. Surprised at this, I turned to look left and as I did so, I could see the guy who'd only just arrived a few minutes previously. And looking down, I saw a really delicious, already rock hard dick. Within a few more seconds, the other guy had was stood with him, leaned over and started sucking. The one being sucked immediately placed his right arm over the sucker's back and I realised that such familiarity meant they knew each other. "That's why he moved in so quickly!" I thought. Then, the sucker knelt on one knee as he settled into his task. The sucked guy placed both hands behind his back, really pushing forward from his lower back, thrusting forward in order to give as much of his shaft as possible to the sucker. I realised that my own prick was now hard as stone itself watching this highly erotic scenario. OK, so I would have loved to have had that cock in my own mouth, but I was really turned on to just watch this really horny scene unfolding. The sucker was gripping the cock's base whilst he carefully licked up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling the foreskin back so that the tip of his tongue could lap around the shiny, swollen cock-head in circular motions. Little dew drops of precum would appear and these would be swept up by his rasping tongue almost as soon as they appeared. One or two globs stretched out into long, stringy ropes of sex juice and settled onto his chin. I moved into position next to the guy being sucked and offered my dick towards him. My cock stood there to attention, begging to be stroked, but it went ignored. This guy was not into touching anyone else's dick. Straight? Possibly. I didn't care either way, he wasn't going to wank me off so I'd have to either wait for the sucker to suck me, or wank myself off. Hang on! I hadn't intended to cum, I was going to suck dicks today, but I'd got so turned on seeing this lovely, uncut prick being serviced that my sap had risen quickly! I decided to back off, leave my cock alone and watch the show. No sooner had I moved away than I saw the sucker place both of his hands around the backs of the guy's knees, leaving only his mouth to do the work on the big, pulsing prick. Back and forth, fast and slow ... Then, he pulled back and let the big, upward curving dick just stand there. He looked at it and I thought he'd begin again, but instead, he looked at me and nodded his head towards the dick. The meaning was obvious and not lost on me - "wanna have a go on this?" was the clear signal. Did I?? What do you think?! I was over there in a second and crouching right next to him. I looked up at the guy who's prick I was going to suck but he wasn't looking down. He didn't know which of us was sucking his cock and he didn't give a fuck! I plunged my quivering mouth onto the shaft and tightened my lips. There's nothing like it, that first sensation of a new dick in your mouth. That hard, begging, needing prick that's so dependant on your mouth, your oral skills in order to shoot it's fuckin' load! I'd occasionally take the cock out of my mouth in order to look at it, admire it, holding it in place by gripping the base, marvelling at this thick, veiny, throbbing uncut penis. The sucker's hand joined mine and as I gazed at this beautiful dick, he pointed it towards his face. He penetrated his wet, warm mouth with the big dick and sucked very greedily then quickly flipped it out of his mouth and pushed the tip towards mine. Back and forth between us, we both took turns sucking on this dick, slurping at it, tasting the occasional emmisions of precum, licking it from base to tip, then instinctively knowing when it was time to pass it over. It took us both by surprise, the ejaculation. There was no warning, no vocalisation of imminent eruption. I had just taken the cock from my mouth to hand it over when a sudden spurt of hot man-juice rocketed between our faces. The first volley hit the side of my face, the next loads were straight into the greedy mouth of my fellow sucker! He'd immediately clamped his mouth around the shooting prick to ensure that he took every drop. On every cum-blast, he uttered a little "umm umm...". When the guy's dick was spent, he turned away so that his prick was pulled out of the sucker's mouth. As the cock left his mouth, he opened it and stuck out his cum-covered tongue and moved towards me. I had a choice: to receive it or turn away. I moved towards him and, tongue protruding, I dug it deep into his mouth so that we could both share this exquisite liquid. At first, it was thick and creamy, but as we deep kissed and shared it back and forth, it soon diluted with spit and began to escape, running down lips and chins. As we broke away, we both swallowed what remained. He licked at the cum trail on the side of my face to get that as well. Fuck, this guy really liked cum!
We both stumbled to standing positions and I wiped at my mouth with my hand. I could smell the heady mixture of oxidising spunk and spit, both intoxicating and unappealing in equal measure. We took great pains to avoid each other's gaze at first, then when I did look at his face, he winked at me and stuck his tongue about before breaking into a huge grin. At that moment, we both visibly reacted to the sound of feet descending this stone steps towards us....
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