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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a true story that happened last night.
A friend of ours got married yesterday in a quiet village out in the middle of no where. Around midnight as things wound down my gf decided she was tired and headed back to the hotel with her friends.
Me and a few other lads decided the night was young and ordered a taxi to the nearest town to find a pub.
We arrive and it’s clear the only place open is this rough as fuck traditional pub. We walk in and there’s karaoke blaring full blast, England flags covering every inch of the walls and instantly we’re swarmed by locals asking why we’re wearing suits and where we’re from. It was weird as fuck,
Across the room a notice a huge bloke stood at the bar with his wife. I couldn’t see her properly
As she had her back to me. She was blonde, around 5ft5, average/chubby body. Nothing to write home about.
But he was huge - 6ft5, shaved head, muscular as fuck, covered in tattoo’s and wearing a black vest. He was tanned all over as if he’d been in the sun all week. He had a really square jaw and deep set eyes. He looked like a big oaf. Hard as nails and there’s no way anyone would mess with him. It was clear he was the hard man of the pub.
So anyway, me and my mates carry on drinking and the pub lock the doors. There’s about 20 people in there altogether and everyone’s getting more and more lively and the atmosphere is getting more relaxed.
I really needed a piss. So I went to the gents... I’ve not unzipped more than 2 secs when I heard a voice next to me “I like those trousers” in a thick Yorkshire accent. I turned my head and it was the muscled meat-head guy from before... |
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I really needed a piss. So I went to the gents... I’ve not unzipped more than 2 secs when I heard a voice next to me “I like those trousers” in a thick Yorkshire accent. I turned my head and it was the muscled meat-head guy from before.
I didn’t say anything back, I just needed a piss and couldn’t be bothered talking shit with a stranger. Especially someone like him that looked like he would kick off if you said the wrong thing. The muscular guy stood as far away from me as possible. Pissing at the other end of the urinal, which was near the sink.
I finished doing my business, went to the sink wash my hands, all while staring at the floor. The I hear it again “I like your trousers”. I turned to the guy and said “cheers” short one word answer and kept washing my hands. I noticed how good looking he was, in a really hard man kind of way. Now I was closer up I could see even more tattoo’s going up his neck and on the back of his head too. His shoulders were broad as fuck and his biceps were absolutely huge. It was a warm night so he was glistening with sweat that exaggerated his muscles and made him look even bigger.
Still, I was there with mates so i just wanted to get out. I turned to leave when again in a deep Yorkshire growl I hear “oi where you from?” I turn and obviously it’s the meat-head bloke. I say I’m from Leeds, he says he’s from the village. As he’s talking he’s swaying side to side.
I couldn’t help but take a glance down. In his hand he was holding the biggest meatiest thickest cock I’ve ever seen. It was just hanging there, piss steaming out, his feet stood wide apart in a strong stance.
He says “I like your trousers” again, it’s doing my head in a bit because I hate d*unk chat, especially in such an awkward situation when all I want to do is go back out and drink with my friends.
Then suddenly I realise - ah, he’s trying to keep me talking and stop me leaving for some reason. So I went along with it.... “oh yeah do you like them?...” |
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I realise he’s trying to keep me talking and stop me leaving for some reason. So I went along with it... “oh yeah do you like them?”
“Yeah you look like Rupert the bear” he jokes (they were checked trousers). It was a shit joke and I was in a bit of a bad mood so I didn’t laugh. At that point I turned to leave again and he said “let me tell you something” and stopped me again. All the while he’s still stood there pissing.
“What?” I said. “You don’t often see people from Leeds over here” he slurred. “What are you doing over here?” He asked. I took a cheeky glance down and noticed his thick meaty cock hanging down over the edge of his hand. He wasn’t peeing now. He was just holding it as we spoke.
He continued the conversation asking how it went, who I’m with etc. He was keeping eye contact with me the whole time. It seemed like a normal conversation. I glanced back down again and noticed his cock looked even bigger. It was swelling, getting more plump, thick and heavier looking. He was rubbing his fingers up and down it. Slowly pulling the skin back and forth and back and forth...
He carried on talking to me as if nothing was happening. I could feel myself getting hard and horny. And I didn’t know whether I should dare take a look again. After all, he could kick my head in at any moment. He was only having a conversation - maybe I was reading too much into it?
The atmosphere was weird so I tried to make my exit again. And as usual he said “oi” and continued talking. This time he’s talking shit about the baycity rollers, and about the trousers again. Now I notice it’s been at least 30 seconds since he stopped pissing and he still has his gigantic cock out and he’s still running his fingers up and down it.
He’s definitely semi and definitely feeling tipsy and awkwardly trying to show off his big dick. All the while his wife is outside. He says his catchphrase again “I like those trousers”. This time I decide to be cheeky and say “yeah I like these pockets in the back” and I turn to show him my arse, I knew the trousers fit tightly and really showed off my ass.
He said “bit tight them mate” I laughed and went to leave again. He said “come here again you’ve got something stuck”. I turned back around and he touched my arse. A full palm grab before pretending to pull something off the fabric and flick it to the floor.
“Fluff or something” he said. I look down now and notice he’s fully rock hard. At least 9inches and thick as fuck. He’s still acting as if he isn’t aware of it. I look down more obviously this time. He goes silent, I go silent. The tension is crazy and I can tell he’s thinking the same thing as me. But we’re both too nervous and too cautious to say anything.
I realise I’ve been gone a few minutes and need to go. I make my excuses, take one last look at that huge dick and leave... he was staring at me all night after that but I was with my mates and he was with his wife so nothing happened |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Yup that’s it. This is real life not fantasy. And the tension turned me on so much grr
If anyone has read my other stories you’ll know I live a much wilder life on most occasions  this time I held back |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"Yup that’s it. This is real life not fantasy. And the tension turned me on so much grr
If anyone has read my other stories you’ll know I live a much wilder life on most occasions this time I held back "
Cheeky!
Got a nice semi reading this. Pity nothing else happened. Let's hear about a more wild time |
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