The Thrill Of Discovery

Most guys must have noticed those ominous messages on doors and walls inn public loo's - and the odd one or two with telephone numbers advertising their services - and for a few of us, sitting on the Loo, perhaps having a crafty squeeze - the notion flashes through then mind: "what if?"

I gave it a whirl - fully aware of the possible outcome - that all may not be what it seems, but the hell to it - I was feeling horny and turned on by the thrill of discovery - and what would materialize from an encounter with a complete stranger at the other end of the phone.

I went for a message scratched discreetly behind the loo, "cock wanted" and a telephone number, not in the limelight, which made me think it was genuine. At the end of the day the thing is to find out as much as you can when making your introduction over the phone - like age, sex, turn-on's maybe - whatever, to determine if you may be of like mind.

So it was all systems go. I scribbled down the number, went to my car and went for it. I scribbled two others too, just in case, expecting some would be a scam or some sort of suck joke, that they were not serious and just liked writing obscenities in the loo for a cheap kick.

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Already, just the tho9ught of what may be gave me a serious hard on.. Could this be the answer to my over sexed problem, that my girl friend could not longer satisfy me, that I had this knowledge I was bi-sexual, that I had tried it before and enjoyed!

I dialed the first number gingerly and waited with baited breath for a reply - unsure what would materialize. It was a guy, sounded okay, said he was 34, like me a bisexual and quite openly confessed he had an overwhelming urge to cock suck, so the number in the Loo. He followed that he would do almost anything for the right guy.

I told him after we'd exchanged Christian names, he was Roddy and I Pete, - that I was 56, putting my cards on the table from the start so he could opt out if he wanted.

"I love older guys," he said and asked me when would I like to meet him, had I a car and the like. I said I had a four wheel drive with shaded windows. "Wow, perfect, can't wait - so when and where, Pete?"

I was literally shaking with excitement - this was thrilling stuff - I felt the swell rise stranger beneath my jeans, there was I craving for a complete stranger, how strange is that? But on meeting Roddy an hour later, in a disused car park outside a closed down pub, he was so cool, not how I imagined, he was refined and cultured , acting as if our meeting was like an everyday occurrence. Perhaps it was for him but I soon discovered not, he was very particular he said, probably that was why he could not get enough of it, too particular, but after talking about our likes and dislikes he confessed I was a turn on - and I had to admit he was for me.

We hadn't been sitting there long when Roddy suggested we move to the back, it was more private there. I agreed and as I got up to step out of the door he sort of clutched me from behind, taking the advantage of my legs being parted, and I knew instantly this guy was really eager for it, I just stood there for a moment, feeling his squeeze, rolling my ass to show him I was enjoying his advance. "Feels beautiful, Pete" he said. "Want some of that and pronto."

We were soon in the back, doors locked. Me sprawled across the seat, so that my `bits' were hanging over the edge of the seat, Roddy slipping won onto the floor to take full advantage of my stance. I closed my eyes, this was too good to be true, but there I was, being enjoyed by this complete stranger, yet when he started to busy me with his tongue my mind was in a swirl, it felt simply divine and wonderful, for not only was he licking and sucking my cock in different angles, he was balling me too, cupping and squeezing.

I felt myself build to his touch, those certain sounds of cock sucking as he made a meal f me down there, hardly coming up for breath, I caught his glance once or twice as he looked up, his eyes said everything. Then for a brief moment he came away, his mouth wet, his breathing rapid, "Love your cock, Pete - love to taste cock and to sniff it. Would love its fuck, would you be willing?" He was downing his jeans, I took in the scent of Brute as he revealed his blue and gold striped boxer shorts. .Beautiful, I answered ho-is question by taking a feel, his young cock primed and stiff already. "Not cut like yours though" he said with some demise, I do love a cut cock, love to see the head all ready for action, cant stand foreskins like mine."

"Don't be daft, Roddy" I said , pulling it from behind the seam of his boxers, stretching it back and kissing the tip, I was taking in his scent and somehow it seemed tom work, made me feel completely at ease with him, wanting to turn him around, bend him so I could explore his ass. He had done wonders for me, and he still clung tightly to my stiff eight inch erection which he said was perfect for him, that he'd love that inside, so I was going to give it to him. It was all so wonderful that morning in the back of my car.

"Is this alright, Pete - is it right for you in this position?" he sort of bent over the edge of the seat beside me, right knee perched on the seat whilst the other was on the floor, his ass perched nicely and wide eno9ugh for me to fuck.

"Its lovely, Roddy" I complimented, and it was, A fine tight ass nicely shaped and very, very fuckable, I just chilled a bit stretching his cheeks apart to take in the sheer beauty of his hole, so tight and tempting, I had some baby cream in the front compartment, reached for it over the seat, to massage it into him there. He loved that, he was still holding my cock tight, his hand stretched enough to reach it, pulling it in rhythm to my movements.

We were really both of like mind as I edged my hard throbbing cock nearer to him, gently teasing it as I presented it to his waiting hole, feeling its certain warmth, the tease of his ass as he wiggled for me, very spank able too, I could not resist giving it a slap or two, he took it all like a good one, " more, more!" he yelled so I gave him some more. Loving to hear the slaps as my palm rebounded against the firmness of his sweet so fuckable ass. Now I wanted his fuck and how, he primed it up for me, rolled it, tantalizing me as if by instinct knowing I was good and ready to plant my cock deep up inside. I started to prize it against his opening, stretching, working it this way and then that as he moved with me, helping me to ease it up deep inside him.

It was out of this world. Roddy's fuck was so wonderfully gratifying and fulfilling, we both found the rhythm and the build up as I began to thrust harder and deeper, he was yelling now, feeling the heat of his fuck and the strength of his rectal muscled hold me in there so deep and complete, he was all ass for ma and I was all cock for him. Then we stopped a while, taking in the captivating sensation of cock in ass, Feeling it strengthen more and more, building to the climax as we both started to move again. And then the climax, I was holding his hard cock in the palm of my hand when it happened, I felt the warmth of his cum as he exploded just before me, but then I was there, it was like a volcano had exploded, but we held it awhile, fucked some more, wanted for it to e complete, and when it was we both collapsed on the back seat exhausted.

I just knew this was going to be the start of wonderful things to come, and what a compliment when Roddy told me afterwards, that he would never need to advertise again, "let me suck the rest of your dream, Babe as a farewell present, and we shall meet again soon. And he did, and it was wonderful, and when I came again it was into his mouth, he didn't bat an eyelid, he swallowed me, his expression showing his ecstasy.

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