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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Before I could even start I heard the door open, I glanced to my side and it was him. The beefcake from downstairs…
He gives me a nod as he stands at the urinal, legs wide apart. I turn to face the wall in front of me and I hear him unbuckling and unzipping and in the corner of my eye I see him reaching down and flopping something out. He lets out a sigh.
“Do you know anywhere to go tonight?” He asks me, he spoke with a thick brummy accent so I couldn’t understand at first “what?” I said, and he repeated it again “me and the mrs are visiting from Birmingham way, we want to know where to go after this?”.
I turned my head to answer him, I ask what kind of night they like. As I do so I look down and notice his cock, it’s big. Very big. It’s thick and long and he’s holding it with one hand as he’s pissing.
He replies “somewhere with pumping music, and somewhere open late”. I rack my brains trying to think “errr…” as I’m thinking I notice him glance down quickly at my dick too. D
Quickly down at my cock and then back to my eyes again. I couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose, or if it was just reflex. I don’t think he knew either.
I recommended a place to him, and he carried on asking what it was like, what kind of music etc. By this point we both simultaneously finished peeing. We carried on our conversation, as I started to shake the last few drips out, and he did the same.
He carried on talking while doing so, I couldn’t help but look down, he was slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth, and I could have sworn his cock was getting thicker, I looked back up to his face and noticed he was looking at my dick too. By this point I was well on my way to being hard.
He asked me a question, but I was in such a daze I didn’t quite follow what he was saying. I got unusually and said “what?” And he went bright red, as if that was the moment he realised I was checking him out.
He carried on nervously speaking, making small talk about where he’s from, all while pretending to be squeezing the last drops from his cock. The thing is, he was getting harder and harder and so was I, until the point we were both rock hard.
Throughout all of this he never acknowledged what was happening, maintaining a normal conversation the whole time, while we stole glances at each other’s dicks. It was like he was nervous and unsure of what was happening, but he was going along with it.
His pecs and biceps looked incredible and his dick was so big, I couldn’t help but lick my lip and finally signal what I wanted. I nodded down toward his cock, without saying a word. He looked confused, I walked into the cubicle and motioned for him to follow. He did.
The second he got in the cubicle I sat down on the seat with him in front of me and took his big cock in my mouth… |
