It's amazing how you can remember people from years back.
Walking around an urban farm with his kids and someone I assume was his wife, I spied a big guy that was at the same school as me, but a few years above me..
He hadn't changed a bit.
Must be about six, four tall, wide as a doorway and still really well built as he walked round with a few kids in tow.
He'd filled out in his features but still sported a thick neck, blonde cropped hair and blue eyes.
He didn't notice me as I sat watching the world pass by as noticed further signs of change in him -- huge feet, must be size twelve trainers he was wearing. He wore a tee shirt which conveniently showed his forearm development -- big thick arms and hands, both clenched into fists as he walked by.
He disappeared out of view.
I decided to shift from my seat and set off for the pathway to the farm courtyard. I needed a pee so stopped by the gents as I went.
I walked in and mounted the step before the trough and unhooked myself and started to pee. At that point the door opened and two kids ran in, I turned to see what the noise was and the big guy was with them.
His two lads disappeared off into the cubicles, too short to reach the trough maybe, he went with them to see if they were okay.
I carried on minding my own until he appeared round the corner of the cubicles and come and stood next to me.
I glanced at him and he looked back "alright mate.." he asked.
"Yeah thanks" I replied.
"Not a bad place this for the kids is it?" he added.
"True, great atmosphere and farm animals, despite the smell..!" I replied.
He laughed and as he laughed he unhooked his zip and his right hand disappeared inside his trousers.
Seconds passed as he withdrew his hand and pulled out a whopper of a cock.
It made me smile inside -- he was the eldest of three brothers, one of which was in my year and they were all crossed with donkeys as far as their cocks were concerned.
I remembered him as being Steve, eldest, not the smartest either.
Seeing his cock through the edge of my vision confirmed it was him.
Because of his height he stood a foot or so above the trough so visibility was good from my shortened viewpoint.
He placed his left hand on his hip and held his cock between his thumb and fingers, now this was flaccid but I felt sure it was about five inches in length, beautifully thick, it certainly filled his hand at any rate.
"I bring the kids here quite often, it's free to get in and there's always something going on here" he commented.
"Yeah, plus there are other local kids here too" I added.
His two lads came out of the cubicles and came and tapped him on the back of his leg, "go and see mommy outside, daddy will be out in a while.." he instructed them.
The lads left the gents.
He turned to see them leave through the door affording me a front on view as he turned to face the door.
So his cock was thick, longish at flaccid and wide too, must be about two inches across it's top.
He turned back to face the trough and released a torrent of pee.
The noise was something else.
The place wasn't warm and the steam that rose from his peeing was notable.
He partly skinned his tool back and revealed a round bulbous head -- the pee was jetting from his slit and making a hell of a noise against the metal trough.
He was wearing brown corded trousers, looked smart.
The colour contrast between them and his fleshy cock was cool, highlighted it very well.
While his fingers supported the underneath of his cock as he peed, his tool still overhung his hand and as he shuffled slightly his dick swung.
"I've drunk way too much coke today" he said as he looked across at me grinning.
"Often the way mate" as I looked at his face he then returned to viewing his cock which was still spraying steam down into the trough.
As time froze (as it felt) I saw him start to retract his foreskin.
It looked like he was developing a half erection he was peeing for so long.
His skin rolled back revealing a real tomato of a cockhead.
Deep red, glistening and still spraying pee in a thick jet.
He tugged the skin back further revealing the flesh behind his cockhead -- maybe an inch or more of exposed flesh he showed, as he tugged the skin back further it caused his cockhead to dip down.
He looked across and noticed me staring.
By this time his tool had thickened significantly but seemed so thick and heavy it flopped instead of standing up.
It looked amazing, must be about eight inches by now.
I tucked myself away at the same time I looked at his swelling cock and gave him a glance and walked to the end cubicle and left the door slightly open.
I sat on the seat and waited wondering if he might be interested.
A few moments passed and he stepped in.
He'd tucked his cock away as he walked from the trough.
He stood before me and unzipped again releasing his huge cock which was making an impression upon his trousers by this time.
As he hooked it out it flopped and pointed downwards, the foreskin rolled forward covering the huge head.
The light wasn't brilliant in there but his cock sported some amazing vein detail, laced with thick lacey veins, but then again he was a big man anyway so it needed the blood supply!
He stood upright, stared at the ceiling and put his hands behind his back.
I shifted him forward and took stock of his tool.
Slipping his underwear down releasing his cock to hang naturally, I gently gripped the base of his cock.
As soon as I touched him his shaft filled and thickened hugely, big big thickness here and real wide across the top of the shaft.
His foreskin remained in place as the whole cock thickened -- veins laced his cockhead as the foreskin started to look stretched and stressed.
My left hand gripping the base of his tool, I gently placed my right hand around his shaft -- the fingers didn't meet around it's circumference.
I gently retracted the skin.
It peeled back slowly exposing this huge mushroom head -- wonderful shape and a deep red colour.
I carried on retracting his foreskin right back tight as he whinced slightly.
A side look showed the fleshy meat behind his head -- quite impressive.I started to think about how accommodating his partner is when this swells inside them, must be a massive event.
I could see from his arms he had big bone structure.
As he brown corded trousers slid down to his knees it revealed a pair of tremendously thick thighs, lightly coated in blonde hair.
I spat into my right hand and formed a tube with my thumb and fingers and started to slide it down his length.
His cockhead was hot to the touch as my hand slid down his length, I shuffled him to stand to one side and placed my left arm behind him into the small of his back as if to push him into my gripping hand -- I looked up and he remained eyes closed, head upwards.
I had a great view of his cock and kept moving my hand up and down the full length of his shaft.
I gripped tighter and bought his foreskin back with my hand -- it came forward and stretched over his mushroom head and then back again real slow.
He juddered each time and with each judder I could see his shaft thicken -- the veins become more prominent.
His mushroom head became shiny and a bead of precum appeared.
Further `handling' bought on a stream of precum like clear glue being squeezed from a tube.
Perfect timing as the spit had all but been absorbed.
I squeezed his shaft gently and a huge volume of precum appeared, I collected it in the palm of my hand and used it as lube and continued.
He gestured to move my left arm from behind him as he gripped my right hand which was still ringed thumb to fingers like a tube.
He started pulsing into my hand as if he were fucking and as he picked up speed I saw his shaft thicken and swell -- more precum this time spilling out onto the floor.
I opened my hand and he beat my palm with his cock -- thick and heavy as he bounced his length off my hand, his cockhead swelling amazingly.
I resumed my `tube' hand pose and he rammed his cock into my hand and leaned forward -- both of his arms against the wall of the cubicle.
He was deep in rhythm by now and was getting quite intense -- the thing was he wasn't making a sound, just a deep intense physical energy as the guys cock swelled and reacted to my touch.
With my left arm I lifted his tee shirt clear of what was going on and revealed a blonde treasure trail down his belly -- his nest of pubes were half red and half blonde. I noticed he had a thick pubic hair growing from underneath his foreskin -- it caught the light a few times.
He continued to thrust into my hand with a deep heavy thrust.
I shifted him to face me as he put one hand on each of side of the cubicle.
Now I used both hands to make a tunnel of flesh for him to fuck into.
He reacted to this by thrusting faster and faster.
He whinced slightly as he sounded like he was going to cum.
The signs were there, his shaft darkened and his cockhead swelled bigtime as beads and streams of precum swung from the end of his tool.
Realising he was close and I didn't want to get `christenned' by him I moved him right up close so his crotch was in my face.
I kept both hands round his shaft and continued to remain still as he fucked into my hands.
His cock was swelling such that his cock popped out the top of my hands - a huge meaty piece with a whopper of a cockhead that by now was like an upside down heart shape and engorged out in a dark purple colour.
He shuddered -- big framed man shuddering, quite a sight that.
He let go of the walls of the cubicle and grabbed my shoulders.
He continued to fuck my linked hands and looked down and looked like he was in pain.
His thighs showed great muscle profiling as he forced his cock into my hands like his life depended upon it.
At that moment he pulled his tee shirt up over his head at the front -- good timing as he was about to shoot -- wouldn't want to explain that one to his wife eh!
He fucked faster into my hands and then looked down at me again and winked, as he did I switched to my right hand and held his cock against his belly pointing upwards.
I could feel his shaft contracting and with a second or so he had shot a jet of cum up his front -- his semen hanging in his blonde belly pubes.
I switched hands and held his tool in my left hand and collected a huge pool of semen in the palm of my right hand.
God knows what his fertility levels were but there was enough semen to service a population, thick white strings of his juice.
He leaned against the left side of the cubicle exhausted as I poured his semen from my palm into the toilet pan.
He turned to face me as I used tissue to clean away his juice.
He gestured to get me to sit right back on the toilet seat.
He gripped his cock with his right hand and peed into the space in front of me.
Was great seeing this from as close as I could be but without getting wet.
His cock was relaxing by now as the last few drops of pee left his still swollen mushroom headed cock.
He shook his tool several times to rid himself of the drips.
He tugged his foreskin back over his head and shook one more time.
He replaced his tee shirt and adjusted his waistband as he pulled his trousers back up, his cock flopped into his underwear which looked like someone in a hammock it remained that thick.
He buttoned and zipped himself away as he leaned forward and rubbed the top of my head with his huge hand and winked.
He threw the bolt on the door and disappeared out of view
I remained for a few minutes reliving what had happened.
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