I left the house quickly at 5am on a warm and bright spring Monday morning. I'd woken up late again but luckily dragged myself up after my back-up alarm clock went off. As I walked out to the garage to get the car I cursed that I didn't have time for a shower.
The weekend had been good. Saturday night I went clubbing in one of South London's more interesting establishments. I could still smell the scent of old spunk and poppers on my leather jacket which I'd slung in the back of the car when I'd eventually got home on Sunday afternoon. My cock was starting to get hard thinking about the weekend's activities as I sped round the M25 - but I had to focus on the day ahead.
Six months ago I managed to get myself a new job and since then I've been travelling all over the UK, visiting towns I'd heard of but never wanted to visit. But now I had no choice as the job was sending me all over the place. Today was a big day as I was heading over to the south-west regional office to go and introduce myself to some of the guys who work there who I'd only spoken to on the phone.
The meeting was at 9am. I left early enough so I could stop on the way and get myself a full English breakfast and luckily have time for a quick wash. I hadn't eaten a proper meal all weekend and wanted to make sure that I started the week off well. I'd already planned to stop at the services on the M27 so half an hour before I was due to arrive I turned up the music and put my foot down. I was starving and needed a piss.
I pulled off the motorway and into the service area winding up the window and looking for the closest spot to the complex. It was cool and fresh when I stepped out of the car but you could tell that it was going to warm up as the sun rose high in the sky. I was surprised to see so many vans and trucks already parked up as it was not even 7 am.
The doors slid open as I walked into the complex. I was so quiet -- they hadn't yet turned the piped music on and you could just hear the low humming of the extractors from the kitchens. The smell of hot bacon and eggs filled my nose. I still needed a piss but thought I'd grab myself some food and a drink first. My cock was rock hard straining against the front of my jeans as I walked over to the counter -- it felt nice. I was going to have to make this a quick stop if I was going to make it to the office on time.
I ordered the breakfast and grabbed a filter coffee shocked as usual at the price of everything at the services. I grabbed a knife and fork and headed off to get a seat by the TV to grab a bit of the morning news. I put my tray down and as I was sliding into the plastic seat saw my first two people of the morning. They were obviously together dressed in matching green trousers and polo shirts. I couldn't read what they had on the back and was more struck by the build of the younger shorter guy. He had short jet black hair which was shining under the florescent lights and a slight tan. He looked around 32 or so (5 years older than me) and was fucking gorgeous. He had a bit of stubble on his face and a couple of buttons open on his shirt. I could see a tuft of hair poking out. My cock was really straining now and flexed inside my boxers -- I could feel the end get wet and tickle making me breathe in deep.
I was staring -- I couldn't help it. My eyes travelled downwards. He was standing side on to me. He was perfect. Stocky, heavy set with a nice round arse that stuck out slightly and a bulge at the front that I wanted to worship. I carried on staring at him and looked up to his face. He was looking directly at me. Shit, shit! I hate being caught, last thing I need is grief at this time in the morning. I looked away quickly and stared at the telly. I felt really awkward. Apart from a few blokes glued to the telly there was no one and nothing else here. I couldn't help but look back. He was looking at me directly in the eyes with a grin from ear to ear. Fuck he's cute. I smiled back at him and looked back down quickly. I'm always so randy. I don't have time for this! My stomach was turning, this was exciting.
I didn't have to worry as when I finally looked back up he was gone, over with his mate sitting on the other side of the restaurant eating some cereal. I turned my attention back to my breakfast and ate as quickly as I could. If I was going to make it on time and get a wash I was going to have to be quick.
I left my tray and went out to the car to grab a towel from the boot. I usually keep one in there just in case after being caught out at a hotel in Wales that didn't have any towels! I went back inside and noticed how the smell of bacon and eggs was now sickly to me. I headed straight for the bathroom area, paid my 20 pence and went through the turnstile.
The toilets were nothing special with a slight smell of piss and disinfectant. The usual. I walked over to the urinal and got my cock out flinging the towel over my shoulder. My cock's nice and average - just over 6 inches when hard and I have a traditional British foreskin which is quite tight and massive low hanging balls.
My cock was soft now but sloppy and sticky. The smell always turns me on. I pulled back my foreskin and pissed in long powerful spurts aiming to get it straight down the plug -- watching it bubble back up. I tapped the last few drops from the end and couldn't help but dab my finger in the pre come and fresh piss. I brought it to my lips and licked it. Sweet and salty. I could get carried away but I focused my mind back onto the fact that I had to be at a meeting in less than 3 hours. I walked over to the sink in the corner and put my towel down and set about making myself look at little more presentable.
I stared in the mirror and scowled. I needed to get some serious sleep, you could tell from the bags under my eyes. That said I was pleased to see that I was looking quite sexy in a tired sort of way. I'm about 5'9" and am 26 years old. I'm a big hairy guy, around 18 stone but it's evenly spread. I've always been big but my looks seem to have got me by. I've got short dark brown hair and my last boyfriend said that he could get lost in my deep dark brown eyes. I didn't look bad with in my black shirt and dark smart jeans. But I could do with freshening up.
I grabbed some soap and soaped up my face and washed myself off. It felt really good to get the grime off. Sunday had been a very short day for me! I undid my shirt to the waist so I could wash my neck and noticed how hard my nipples were when I pulled my shirt open. Shit I was randy; I always was in the morning. I set about washing my neck and noticed a guy come in and move to my right. It was the guy from the restaurants mate. He walked over to the urinal, fished out his cock and started to piss - he let out a fart. He was obviously desperate as I could smell the heavy scent of his piss as I dried off. I didn't fancy him but I was in the mood. Quickly he zipped up and walked straight out. I could smell the cigarettes on him as he went. I heard two voices just outside.
"Alright Dave, I'll meet you back in the van in 10 minutes. I'm just gonna have a fag and get myself a paper.'
"Sure mate, I need a slash anyway."
As soon as I heard the voice my cock started to get stiff again. This was a typical south-east Londoners voice just like mine.
I carried on drying my neck, my shirt still open. I stared in the mirror and waited for someone to come in. My stomach was churning. From where I was standing I had a clear view of the urinals and I was hoping that Dave was who I thought he was.
Dave came walking in, in the mirror I could see he had his hand on his balls and was giving them a good scratch. Fuck me! This bloke was a god in my eyes, bloody gorgeous. His eyes were glinting and I saw him checking out my chest in the mirror. I blushed and quickly buttoned up my shirt. I was so mesmerised I'd just stopped what I was doing and was staring at him.
He coughed and went over to the urinal closest to me. My cock was rock hard in my boxers and I turned my head to have a look. From the way he looked me in the eyes earlier I was sure I was onto a good thing. I expected to see his cock but he was still scratching the front of this trousers. His balls must be really itchy. I noticed the gold band on his finger. I jumped when I heard a voice.
"Alright mate, you got a problem! Why d'you keep staring at me?"
My stomach turned, I looked up at his face. Fuck he looked rough -- like he could do some serious damage.
"Err, sorry mate. I thought I recognised you. You out at Rivers on Saturday?
"No, never `erd of it. Where's that then?"
"South East London, near the station -- London Bridge."
"Nah, I live over in Reading these day's since I got married. Think I've been there before though. Gay place is it?" he sounded quite aggressive.
"Err, yeah..."
He looked me up and down and grinned. Shit. I don't want to turn up at this meeting looking like shit. Suppose I could always go home...
"Over there -- NOW!" he pointed to one of the stools. SHIT! He was between me and the door so I thought I'd better go.
I walked into the stool; he came in behind me pushing me and slammed the door shut. We're both big guys and there wasn't much room with the door shut. He was about an inch from my face and I could smell grease of some sort. I looked down and noticed the shirt. Bennie - he worked for a lift engineering company. I felt his hot breath on my face and his hand on my hand which he moved down to his cock. He leant forward and rested his chin in my shoulder. I could feel his stubble on my cheek. My cock of spewing pre come - I could feel my belly getting wetter and wetter. He whispered.
"I know what you want. You're going to get on your knees and take my cock into your mouth and drink my piss. If you spill a drop -- you'll get a slap.
Then you're going to lick my balls clean. I haven't been home since Friday and I want them to be nice a fresh for the day ahead. Fuck me about and you'll regret ever casting your bender eyes onto me. UNDERSTAND!'
Fuck I wanted this guy, and I love piss. I dropped to my knees and sniffed at the front of his trousers. He smelt so good, nice and ripe, like a man. I rubbed his hard cock all over my face. I looked up, his eyes were closed and he was groaning slightly. I reached up and ran my hand over his left nipple, his head rolled back.
I couldn't wait any longer and got my teeth on his zipper and pulled it down. I wanted to be a slut for this man. He was wearing those boxers that gape and I could see and smell his cock. I wanted his piss. I reached down and freed my cock and sucked on his shaft trying to coax it out. It was no good. He had a lovely cock. Slightly shorter than mine but fuck me was it fat around. I took my hand from my cock and reached in and pulled his out. I felt his eyes on me and I looked up. He was grinning again. I thought I would shoot my spunk then all over the bowel.
"Open wide." He growled at me and his cock leapt up before a hard spray of piss hit me on the face. Fuck! I opened my mouth and let the stream fill my mouth savouring the warm salty flavour. My eyes locked with his and he grunted as each spurt left his rigid cock. I wanted him so much. I lowered my eyes and thrust my head down to the base, no longer tasting his piss, letting it spray my tonsils. I reached back up and pinched his nipple hard sniffing around the base of his cock like a pig, my saliva dribbling down onto my shirt.
I felt his cock stop and him let out a sigh, like he'd just had the first mouthful of a well deserved pint. His hand slapped the side of my face and his cock sprung from my mouth. I looked up -- he whispered.
"Open your fucking dirty mouth you cock sucking cunt!" I did as I was told. He locked his eyes on me once more and let a long dribble of spit leave his mouth and enter mine. I closed and swallowed. I felt so tiny at his feet. A big hairy bloke like me, on my knees in front of him. He pulled his green trousers down and lifted up his balls. They were huge! I put my hand under his shirt and pinched his nipples. God he was hot and hairy. I could see the dense mat of hair on his belly. I lowered my head again and sniffed at his balls.
"That's it. Sniff them. You love it don't you... DON'T YOU!!!!" he shouted.
"Yes, please let me lick your balls clean." I was now grovelling at his knees. I wanted to please this man. I lifted his balls and took a deep breath. Fuck I could smell his arse as well. I wanted to eat this man. I wanted to lick his arse. He smelt so good.
At that point I lost control. I had to have this fucking hunk. I pushed him back and he immediately fell down and was sitting on the toilet.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?! I warned you!" Before he could react I lifted his legs up and placed them over my shoulders -- my head sticking up between his legs trapped by the trousers round his ankles. I buried my face in his balls, his cock on my forehead, my nose stiffing his balls and my nose in the crack of his arse.
His legs were hairy and so was his crack. I licked at the hairs, they had a lovely tang. My tongue darted and swiped across his hole. It was wet with sweat. I sucked at it and pushed my tongue inside as far as I could.
"You dirty bastard, fuck lick my arse!"
I could feel his arse push out and my tongue went in deeper. I started to thrust my cock up against the toilet bowl, fucking it as hard as I could. I brought my head up and took Dave's hard cock in my mouth. The head was wet with pre come. I wanted his spunk, I wanted to taste it. Fuck I wanted to drown in it! I carried on fucking the bowl, his cock buried in my throat. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers bringing them back to his arse where I pushed them in trying to find his prostate. I hit the spot and heard him groan loudly. I could feel pre come at the back of my throat and knew that I was not going to be able to last much longer. I swapped hands and brought the one that had been in his arse to my nose -- taking in the heady scent. I locked eyes with him.
"You dirty cunt. I'm gonna come! Don't spill a fucking drop!"
I felt his cock stiffen and the back of my throat flooded with warm spunk. I moved up his cock so I could get a taste and dug my finger right into his prostate. His cock leapt and I was rewarded with a spurt of think spunk on my tongue. My hips were bucking as I rolled his spunk in my mouth, I wanted to come. His cock stopped spunking up and I looked into his gorgeous eyes - my hips still thrusting getting faster and faster. I stuffed his cock at the back of my throat and thrust one more time. I thought my cock was going to explode when shot right up to the back of the cubicle. I lowered my head, his cock still embedded in my throat. I wanted more.
Gradually I released his cock from my grip. He was looking at me with that gorgeous smile again his eyes locked with mine. We both stood up and pulled our clothes back up. I lent forward and kissed his, my tongue invading his mouth, searching for what I wanted. His hands went to my arse and he bit on my tongue. Then he pulled apart from me. Before I could say anything he'd unlocked the door and was gone.
I looked down at my spunk on the floor and smiled.
This is my first story. If you liked it then let me know and I'll write >some more about my travels in the UK. Would love to hear from anyone. >hatherway@hotmail.co.uk <