Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 15:32:37 EST
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: The Thrill of Discovery  

Copyright Alex Carr 2009.

Most guys must have noticed those ominous messages on doors and walls inn
public loo's - and the odd one or two with telephone numbers advertising their
services - and for a few of us, sitting on the Loo, perhaps having a crafty
squeeze - the notion flashes through then mind: `what if?'

I gave it a whirl - fully aware of the possible outcome - that all may not
be what it seems, but the hell to it - I was feeling horny and turned on by
the thrill of discovery - and what would materialise from an encounter with
a complete stranger at the other end of the phone.

I went for a message scratched discreetly behind the loo, .`cock wanted'
and a telephone number - not in the limelight, which made me think it was
genuine At the end of the day the thing is to find out as much as yu7 can when
making your introduction over the phone - like age, sex, turn-on's maybe -
whatever, to determine if you may be of like mind.

So it was all systems go. I scribbled down the number, went to my car and
went for it. I scribbled two others too, just in case, expecting some would be a
 scam or some sort of suck joke, that they wer3e not serious and just liked
writing obscenities in the loo for a cheap kick.

Already, just the tho9ught of what may be gave me a serious hard on.. Could
this be the answer to my over sexed problem, that my girl friend could not
longer satisfy me, that I had this knowledge I was bi-sexual, tht I had
tried it before and enjoyed!

I dialled the first number gingerly and waited with baited breath for a
reply - unsure what would materialise. It was a guy, sounded okay, said he
was 34, like me a bisexual and quite openly confessed he had an
overwhelming urge to cock suck, so the number in the Loo. He followed that
he would do almost anything for the right guy.

I told him after we'd exchanged Christian names, he was Roddy and I Pete, -
that I was 56, putting my cards on the table from the start so he could opt
out  if he wanted.

"I love older guys," he said and asked me when would I like to meet him,
had I a car and the like. I said I had a four wheel drive with shaded  windows.
"Wow, perfect, can't wait - so when and where, Pete?"

I was literally shaking with excitement - this was thrilling stuff - I felt
the swell rise stranger beneath my jeans, there was I craving for a complete
stranger, how strange is that? But on meeting Roddy an hour later, in a
disused  car park outside a closed down pub, he was so cool, not how I imagined, he
was  refined and cultured , acting as if our meeting was like an everyday
occurrence.  Perhaps it was for him but I soon discovered not, he was very
particular  he said, probably that was why he could not get enough of it, too
particular,  but after talking about our likes and dislikes he confessed I was a
turn on -  and I had to admit he was for me.

We hadn't been sitting there long when Roddy suggested we move to the back,
it was more private there. I agreed and as I got up to step out of the door he
 sort of clutched me from behind, taking the advantage of my legs being
parted,  and I knew instantly this guy was really eager for it, I just stood there
for a  moment, feeling his squeeze, rolling my ass to show him I was enjoying
his  advance.
"Feels beautiful, Pete" he said. "Want some of that and  pronto."

We wer4e soon in the back, doors locked. Me sprawled across the seat, so
that my  `bits' were hanging over the edge of the seat, Roddy slipping won  onto
the floor to take full advantage of my stance. I closed my eyes, this was
too good to be true, but there I was, being enjoyed by this complete stranger,
yet when he started to busy me with his tongue my mind was in a swirl, it felt
 simply divine and wonderful, for not only was he licking and sucking my cock
in  different angles, he was balling me too, cupping and squeezing. I felt
myself  build to his touch, those certain sounds of cock sucking as he made a
meal f me  down there, hardly coming up for breath, I caught his glance once or
twice as he  looked up, his eyes said everything. Then for a brief moment he
came away, his  mouth wet, his breathing rapid, "Love your cock, Pete - love to
taste cock and  to sniff it. Would love its fuck, would you be willing?"
He was downing his  jeans, I took in the scent of Brute as he revealed his
blue and gold striped  boxer shorts. .Beautiful, I answered ho-is question by
taking a feel, his young  cock primed and stiff already.
"Not cut like yours though" he said with some  demise, I do love a cut cock,
love to see the head all ready for action, cant  stand foreskins like mine."

"Don't be daft, Roddy" I said , pulling it from behind the seam of his
boxers, stretching it back and kissing the tip, I was taking in his scent and
somehow it seemed tom work, made me feel completely at ease with him, wanting to
turn him around, bend him so I could explore his ass. He had done wonders for
 me, and he still clung tightly to my stiff eight inch erection which he said
was  perfect for him, that he'd love that inside, so I was going to give it
to him.  It was all so wonderful that morning in the back of my car.

"Is this alright, Pete - is it right for you in this position?" he sort of
bent over the edge of the seat beside me, right knee perched on the seat
whilst  the other was on the floor, his ass perched nicely and wide eno9ugh for me
to  fuck.

"Its lovely, Roddy" I complimented, and it was, A fine tight ass nicely
shaped and very, very fuckable, I just chilled a bit stretching his cheeks apart
to take in the sheer beauty  of his hole, so tight and tempting,  I  had some
baby cream in the front compartment, reached for it over the seat, to
massage it into him there. He loved that, he was still holding my cock tight,  his
hand stretched enough to reach it, pulling it in rhythm to my movements . We
were really both of like mind as I edged my hard throbbing cock nearer to him,
gently teasing it as  I presented it to his waiting hole, feeling its
certain warmth, the tease of his ass as  he wiggled for me, very spank able  too, I
could not resist giving it a slap or two,  he took it all like a  good'un, "
more, more!" he yelled so I gave him some more. Loving to hear the  slaps as my
palm rebounded against the firmness of his sweet so fuckable ass.  Now I
wanted his fuck and how, he primed it up for me, rolled it, tantalising me  as if
by instinct knowing I was good and ready to plant my cock deep up inside.  I
started to prize it against his opening, stretching, working it this way and
then that as he moved with me, helping me to ease it up deep inside him.

It was out of this world. Roddy's fuck was so wonderfully gratifying and
fulfilling, we both found the rhythm and the build up as I began to thrust
harder and deeper, he was yelling now, feeling the heat of his fuck and the
strength of his rectal muscled hold me in there so deep and complete, he was all
ass for ma and I was all cock for him. Then we stopped a while, taking in the
captivating sensation of cock in ass, Feeling it strengthen more and more,
building to the climax as we both started to move again. And then the climax, I
was holding his hard cock in the palm of my hand when it happened, I felt the
warmth of his cum as he exploded just before me, but then I was there, it was
 like a volcano had exploded, but we held it awhile, fucked some more, wanted
for  it to e complete, and when it was we both collapsed on the back seat
exhausted.

I just knew this was going to be the start of wonderful things to come, and
what a compliment when Roddy told me afterwards, that he would never need to
advertise again, "let me suck the rest of your dream, Babe as a farewell
present, and we shall meet again soon.
And he did, and it was wonderful, and  when I came again it was into his
mouth, he didn't bat an eyelid, he swallowed  me, his expression showing his
ecstasy.

How pleased I was to take up that