Calling My Bluff
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If your not gay then stop reading now. I lived in a small town when I was in my early thirties I drank and partied there and worked there
It was quite a close community which meant I knew a lot of people and I was easy recognisable, so hiding a massive secret like my love of sucking cock and getting fucked up the arse was extremely difficult to the extent I just wouldn't search for any gay activities in my town which at times became very difficult, you see there was a lovely set of public toilets that were situated under a large department store and the access was via a subway so when I say lovely toilets I mean, no they weren't super clean but you could easily enter without anybody seeing, and once you were in there the holes in the walls joining the cubicles were not big enough to fit a cock through but exciting enough to see some-ones cock and balls clearly while they were wanking, also the noisy entrance door was noisy enough to give you a good warning if people were coming.
For me having this massive attraction to gay sex in my town was sometimes too much to resist so every now and again I would sneak into the toilets just to see if there was any activity going on, the problem for me was this attraction was busy very busy there were all sorts of men taking advantage of all the expert cigar smokers hanging around in the toilets and I was one of those cigar smokers.
I remember showing a guy my arse wearing a set of sexy little girly knickers but I got spooked by people trying to open the cubicle door so I left the toilets empty handed but to my horror I realised I had a man in his sixties stalking me around the town and when I waited for him to catch me up he begged me to go back to his place not just once but for a regular meeting.
Another occasion in early morning I arrived to find the toilets were all to myself so I got comfortable in one of the cubicles and began to read the graffiti and get even more aroused when I heard some-one enter the toilets so I waited for the moment when I see his cock or he leaves the toilets and nothing and still nothing for at least 5 minutes, so I prepared to leave when I opened the door and saw a black man leaning against the wash basins with his trousers down and gently wanking himself off, I saw he had a big black cock about 8 inches with a big pink helmet and great big shaved balls, I was standing open mouthed and drooling thinking what to do next when we were interrupted with people coming into the toilet so I left with only a load of 'what ifs' in my mind.
During all of the escapades I encountered I always got away without being recognised and then one Sunday evening I chose to enter the toilets because it was horrible weather outside and dark so there wasn't going to be less people around the town and I was right, as I entered the toilets I noticed one of the cubicles was occupied and no one else in there but me, so I quickly made myself at home in the only other cubicle and began to slowly strip to reveal some sexy skin tight yellow bikini bottoms after which I bent down and looked through the small hole and saw a lovely cut 8 inch cock being stroked so I made my presence known with a series of coughs and signals until I eventually unlocked my door and let the man from next door into my cubicle.
As I stood in my cubicle with these skimpy bikini bottoms exposed I realised the person in front of me was a local rough neck thug that liked a drink and only came into the toilet to keep warm and dry.
My heart sunk with the thought of being caught with my trousers down but to my amazement he began to stroke my arse and pushed my head down onto his cock which my mouth gleefully accepted so I was sucking his lovely cock as he reached into his pocket to reveal a condom which was soon wrapped around his cock and firmly up my arse, he was fucking me slowly and muttering under his breath about how much I "loved it " and then he speeded up pushing me face first against the wall while uttering more comments I couldn't understand and then just as I was thinking I could get very used to him fucking me he cum, wow it was amazing the way he buried his cock as far up my arse as he could and shot his load.
The problem began there after, as soon as I was getting ready to leave the toilets he said "make sure your here same time next week" so I happily stated if "I was nearby I would pop-in" and then he quipped "if you don't turn up next week i'll tell your friends you are a little queer" and with that the smile on my face dis-appeared and was replaced with the scary thoughts of this obligation, I met him over and over for several weeks with the same repetitive activity taking place with the only big difference was I no longer enjoyed it so I somehow managed to gain a bit of a compromise about when we would meet to the extent of at least once a week but on any day at 7pm and then after a few months I managed to change the meeting place to an outdoor venue, I sort of enjoyed it a little with the change of venue but the constant threat about telling my friends my filthy secret was getting me down.
The meetings were becoming so mundane and predictable I was just going through the motions so I thought I would change it a little by turning up two days on the trot and sure enough he was excited and thrilled that soon enough his cock was down my throat while he fondled around in his pocket for his condom I was already prepared and began to stroke my arse hole with his cock and gently push his cock into my arse when he said "I don't have any condoms" so I said "what do you want to do" but while he was thinking id pushed myself onto his cock and began to move my arse back and forth, he loved it and cum really quickly and when it was all over I decided to confront him about our arrangement, I blurted out "listen I don't care if you tell my friends about me" and " I'm not going to meet you any more" and to my astonishment he replied "I love fucking your little arse please I wont tell your friends" and "can we meet once a month or every now and again" so I agreed to meet and like the first time I really enjoyed it for several more months until it just fizzled out on the basis if I ever saw him I would be prepared to 'pick up the soap' but of course I wouldn't be foolish enough to search for my secret in my own town again.
It was quite a close community which meant I knew a lot of people and I was easy recognisable, so hiding a massive secret like my love of sucking cock and getting fucked up the arse was extremely difficult to the extent I just wouldn't search for any gay activities in my town which at times became very difficult, you see there was a lovely set of public toilets that were situated under a large department store and the access was via a subway so when I say lovely toilets I mean, no they weren't super clean but you could easily enter without anybody seeing, and once you were in there the holes in the walls joining the cubicles were not big enough to fit a cock through but exciting enough to see some-ones cock and balls clearly while they were wanking, also the noisy entrance door was noisy enough to give you a good warning if people were coming.
For me having this massive attraction to gay sex in my town was sometimes too much to resist so every now and again I would sneak into the toilets just to see if there was any activity going on, the problem for me was this attraction was busy very busy there were all sorts of men taking advantage of all the expert cigar smokers hanging around in the toilets and I was one of those cigar smokers.
I remember showing a guy my arse wearing a set of sexy little girly knickers but I got spooked by people trying to open the cubicle door so I left the toilets empty handed but to my horror I realised I had a man in his sixties stalking me around the town and when I waited for him to catch me up he begged me to go back to his place not just once but for a regular meeting.
Another occasion in early morning I arrived to find the toilets were all to myself so I got comfortable in one of the cubicles and began to read the graffiti and get even more aroused when I heard some-one enter the toilets so I waited for the moment when I see his cock or he leaves the toilets and nothing and still nothing for at least 5 minutes, so I prepared to leave when I opened the door and saw a black man leaning against the wash basins with his trousers down and gently wanking himself off, I saw he had a big black cock about 8 inches with a big pink helmet and great big shaved balls, I was standing open mouthed and drooling thinking what to do next when we were interrupted with people coming into the toilet so I left with only a load of 'what ifs' in my mind.
During all of the escapades I encountered I always got away without being recognised and then one Sunday evening I chose to enter the toilets because it was horrible weather outside and dark so there wasn't going to be less people around the town and I was right, as I entered the toilets I noticed one of the cubicles was occupied and no one else in there but me, so I quickly made myself at home in the only other cubicle and began to slowly strip to reveal some sexy skin tight yellow bikini bottoms after which I bent down and looked through the small hole and saw a lovely cut 8 inch cock being stroked so I made my presence known with a series of coughs and signals until I eventually unlocked my door and let the man from next door into my cubicle.
As I stood in my cubicle with these skimpy bikini bottoms exposed I realised the person in front of me was a local rough neck thug that liked a drink and only came into the toilet to keep warm and dry.
My heart sunk with the thought of being caught with my trousers down but to my amazement he began to stroke my arse and pushed my head down onto his cock which my mouth gleefully accepted so I was sucking his lovely cock as he reached into his pocket to reveal a condom which was soon wrapped around his cock and firmly up my arse, he was fucking me slowly and muttering under his breath about how much I "loved it " and then he speeded up pushing me face first against the wall while uttering more comments I couldn't understand and then just as I was thinking I could get very used to him fucking me he cum, wow it was amazing the way he buried his cock as far up my arse as he could and shot his load.
The problem began there after, as soon as I was getting ready to leave the toilets he said "make sure your here same time next week" so I happily stated if "I was nearby I would pop-in" and then he quipped "if you don't turn up next week i'll tell your friends you are a little queer" and with that the smile on my face dis-appeared and was replaced with the scary thoughts of this obligation, I met him over and over for several weeks with the same repetitive activity taking place with the only big difference was I no longer enjoyed it so I somehow managed to gain a bit of a compromise about when we would meet to the extent of at least once a week but on any day at 7pm and then after a few months I managed to change the meeting place to an outdoor venue, I sort of enjoyed it a little with the change of venue but the constant threat about telling my friends my filthy secret was getting me down.
The meetings were becoming so mundane and predictable I was just going through the motions so I thought I would change it a little by turning up two days on the trot and sure enough he was excited and thrilled that soon enough his cock was down my throat while he fondled around in his pocket for his condom I was already prepared and began to stroke my arse hole with his cock and gently push his cock into my arse when he said "I don't have any condoms" so I said "what do you want to do" but while he was thinking id pushed myself onto his cock and began to move my arse back and forth, he loved it and cum really quickly and when it was all over I decided to confront him about our arrangement, I blurted out "listen I don't care if you tell my friends about me" and " I'm not going to meet you any more" and to my astonishment he replied "I love fucking your little arse please I wont tell your friends" and "can we meet once a month or every now and again" so I agreed to meet and like the first time I really enjoyed it for several more months until it just fizzled out on the basis if I ever saw him I would be prepared to 'pick up the soap' but of course I wouldn't be foolish enough to search for my secret in my own town again.
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