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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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American Roadtrip
Pete had recently turned 50 & decided on an adventure across the US. Being a single man he didn’t have any ties & indulged most of his time on photography shooting mainly the British landscape.
He’d got a flight across to Denver, Colorado & was enjoying his first few weeks around the Rockies & getting to know his surroundings as well. Of an evening he’d usually end up chatting to the locals & was never short of company by the end of the night because his English accent was very much liked & drew much curiosity & questions about what it was like back there & what he preferred & obviously were the women better looking back home or over here. Occasionally he’ d get lucky & would spend the night in his motel with a local woman, all ages seemed attracted to the accent but it was only the older lady who’d actually follow up & spend the night with him.
It was late one night & Pete was in the small town for one last night before he was moving on to the next location. As usual he’d order food & drink at the local Steakhouse & a few familiar faces were there & spent the evening chatting with him. They slowly drifted off as it was a school night & bid him a safe journey onwards until he was left sat alone with only a handful of other diners & drinkers at the bar, closing time wasn’t far off & soon the place would empty & he’d have to leave. Looking up from his beer to the clock, there was 10 minuets left & he was needing to take a piss. He couldn’t wait till he got back to his motel & the clean bathroom there but instead made his way to the bathroom in the bar. A cone was at the entrance to the toilets warning of a slippery wet floor & cleaning in progress do not enter. Pete couldn’t believe his bad luck but there was no way he cold make it very far without taking a piss & stepped into the toilets gingerly. The floor was indeed wet & the urinals had been freshly cleaned with new bleach blocks put inside them, he went to the furthest one from the door to try & stay out of sight & fumbled around with his zipper trying to release it. It wouldn’t move, for some reason it had got itself stuck & Pete tried desperately to work it up & down to get it open but it just wouldn’t give. The pressure from his bladder was starting to build up & holding back the rug to pee was starting to get uncomfortable, in desperation Pete unfastened the button to his trousers & dropped them down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear that evening & his cock fell free & no sooner had it swung down to aim at the urinal piss was already beginning to stream out from it. Pete took a hold of it & thought to himself how swollen it looked because of the amount of time he’d been holding back the need to pee & let out a long sigh of relief as his overfull bladder began to empty. Pete was standing at the urinal for over a minute with no sign of the flow stopping when he heard a rough deep voice at the entrance to the toilets “who the fuck has walked mud on my clean floor?”. Pete said nothing & shuffled forwards closer to the urinal in the hope of not being spotted. He heard footsteps echo around the bathroom & the door slam close followed by the sound of metal sliding against metal. Pete held his breath & the footsteps got louder until the stopped directly behind him. “Oh look, it’s Mr fucking English. Why am I not surprised to see that’s its you ignoring signs. Whats up, don’t you understand basic instructions?”
It was Steve from the bar, a tall fat bearded man who you’d think of as your stereotypical biker type & certainly not one to be messed with.
“Sorry Steve” , Pete said hastily & started shaking his cock prematurely in an attempt to stop pissing. “I was breaking my neck for a leak & just had to go, give me a mop & I’ll clean my mess up”.
Steve stepped closer & whispered into Petes ear, “nope, that won’t do. Put your hands on the wall in front of you, do as I tell you & we’ll put this behind us. If you don’t, there’ll be more than mud on the floor you leave behind & if you cry out for help there will be even more trouble for you. Before Pete could say anything Steve pushed his bulky body against him & knocked Pete forwards towards the wall & his reactions were just quick enough to stop himself head butting the tiled surface as both his hands shot out forward & braced his momentum.
“Good boy” said Steve & kicked Petes feet wider apart. “Now don’t move a fucking muscle English, I’ve watched you take back some of our girls & Ive heard you compare them to your girls. How about men Pete, how are you going to compare me?” Pete tried to push back against Steve but he was the heavier of the two & leant against Pete pinning him in place. Steves hands wrapped around in front of Pete’s stomach & he could feel cold metal press against his belly & seconds later the metal was pulled tightly into him as he realised Steve had wrapped a belt around him. Steve laughed & shifted his considerable bulk behind Pete, it was at this time that Pete realised the belt wasn’t only wrapped around him but it was also around Steve. “You’re not going anywhere English, now keep your hands pressed against the fucking wall”. ?Pete felt Steves hands slide around in front of him again & straight down to his soft cock. Steves right hand lifted it up & rolled it around with his fingers like it was a well made cigar, his left hand began pulling on his ballsack. Several minutes passed & Petes heart was racing as well as his mind about how best he could get out of the predicament he was in. Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts as Steve growled into his ear “Don’t you like this English, don’t you like having your cock played with, what’s so bad with my hand that you’re not getting hard?” “Maybe too much beer Steve, brewers droop”. It was an inspired thought to not offend the big man behind him calling the shots. He tried again to move away from Steve but the belt was tight & holding him tightly in place.
Steves hand began to stroke up & down Petes soft cock & his left hand released its grip on his ballsack. “Oh, you have a foreskin. That explains everything”. Steves left hand pulled the loose skin back & exposed the soft pink head from its protective covering. Pete felt the cool air around the sensitive tip but still the flow of blood was lacking & his cock remained flacid. Steve held his right hand under Petes mouth “Spit” he said abruptly. “What?” Said Pete. “Spit in my hand English, make sure its a lot for you sake”. Petes mouth was dry & he started sucking on his teeth hard to try & draw up as much saliva as he could. Seconds passed but felt like minutes as he struggled to make his nervous mouth wet “NOW English”. Steves hand pushed against Petes lower jaw & Pete spat out a small amount of saliva into his palm. “That’ll do for starters, you better work on getting more spit in that posh fucking mouth of yours”. Steves right hand wrapped around the head of Petes soft cock & the saliva was just about enough to put a thin coating around it. Steves left hand pulled the soft skin back & squeezed the base of his cock tightly & his right hand began sliding up & down Petes helmet. Steves left hand gripped Petes cock in such a way that he could feel his pulse beating through it & slowly his cock began to swell with each heartbeat. “Spit English”. Steves hand left Petes helmet & was once agin in front of Petes mouth, this time Pete was ready & had been sucking on his gums & not swallowing any saliva for the last few minutes & filled Steves hand with a decent amount of saliva. Steves hand went immediately back down to Petes cock & wrapped itself around his shaft & covered the length with his spit. Petes cock was getting harder which Steve stared making the most of by stroking the entire length back & forth for the first time but all the time holding back the excess skin & leaving the head exposed. Several minutes of continued stoking & Petes cock began to respond to the stimulation & it wasn’t long before it was rock hard in Steves hand. His left hand released its grip & went down to Petes balls & pulled them downwards enough to hold the foreskin back.
“Spit”, Pete once again emptied the contents of his mouth into Steves hand & it went back down to his cock & he wrapped his fist around the now pumped up helmet. His grip was firm & the strokes became irregular, sometimes they were up & down the whole length of Petes shaft & at other times just on the head. Pete could begin to feel the underside vein begin to swell & fill as fluid began to rise up the shaft. A few seconds later the first droplets of precum began leaking with Steves grip forcing the first droplets out. “Ahhhh English, it would appear you like a mans touch just as much as a womans touch.” Pete let out a grunt of frustration but Steve carried on working up & down Petes shaft with his tightly gripping hand only now precum was quickly becoming the lube. Steves hand started to work up & down Petes shaft in a more rhythmic fashion at the same time his left hand begins squeezing on Petes balls in the same way. Petes cock involuntarily thumps in Steve’s hand & made him jump as the first realisation that on argasm isn’t far away. He begins to struggle & tries desperately to free himself of his position but Steve barks out “STAND STILL ENGLISH, I’VE WARNED YOU” without missing a beat. His hand clearly felt Petes cock thump & tightens its grip around his shaft which in turn encourages Petes cock to thump again & precum leaks more freely from the head. Pete knows the inevitable orgasm is approaching & his legs begin to buckle but Steve’s belt helps to support him, he bites his lip & tries to start thinking of other things. He’s never had another guy touch his cock before let alone wank him or even make him climax. He’s straight, only women ever made him cum. This thought works temporarily but a strong squeeze to his balls from Steve breaks his concentration & all of a sudden his cock thumps hard in Steves fist & precum leaks freely now in a now continual steam. “Cum for me English, tell me how good my hand is English, shoot your fucking spunk English”. Steves hand increases its speed up & down Petes shaft with a real purpose now, Pete’s never experienced anything quite like the strength & speed of the hand gripping his hard cock. A few seconds pass with the ever increasing speed of Steves hand up & down his shaft, a pressure begins to rapidly build up in his groin & Pete realises he can’t hold back. His knees begin to tremble & lets out a long submissive whimper as his cock thumps hard in Steves hand & a jet of hot spunk shoots out & hits the urinal in front of them. Steves hand slides up the shaft quickly & grips the head tightly & begins to wank just the helmet “spunk for me English, I want it all”. This change of hand position prevents Pete from ejaculating again straight away but with a few more strokes of Steves hand, the increased pressure building up in Petes cock is just too much & a second ejaculation is released with such force that spunk bounces back from the urinal & back onto Petes legs at which time begin to buckle badly & threaten to give way under him but Steve lets go of Petes balls & wraps his strong arm around his chest as his right hand carries on squeezing his pumped up now purple helmet. A 3rd ejaculation shoots out as Steve begins to push into the top of Petes helmet with the base of his thumb which closes down against the urethra & makes the stream of spunk an almost uncomfortable sensation as its forced to shoot through a more restricted opening. Steves hand carries on with its relentless stimulation on Petes helmet & Pete lets out a long loud moan as the final build up of pressure in his cock releases its final ejaculation. His arms give way & Pete slumps forwards but Steve has anticipated that & leans back to counteract the forward slump, his right hand however carries on wanking Petes cock which is now oversensitive to any lightest touch but Steves heavy hand returns back to its original pattern of working up & down the entire length. Pete shouts out “let go, stop. I’ve cum”. Steve carries on with his stroking “I know but I want more, I want you to spunk again for me”. “But I CANT CUM AGAIN” cries Pete. “I’ll rephrase that, YOU ARE going to spunk again. Your cock is still rock hard so it must be enjoying this, English”.
Pete begins to thrash about & tries to fight Steve off but a few swift hard squeezes to Petes balls soon puts a stop to Petes physical protestations but the involuntary knee buckling doesn’t stop as Steve continues his relentless assault on Petes now very sensitive hard & sore cock.
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