Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 13:46:36 +0100
From: John <john@rabancourt.co.uk>
Subject: Whipped Cream: Two (gay/encounters/episode 2)

Whipped Cream: Two

by John Dawson (john@rabancourt.co.uk)

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Stuttgart in Germany has several underground
shopping centres, built as part of their metro
system. Thoughtfully, they've also provided
public toilets, some ideal for cottaging.

This is the second tale of encounters in one of
those cottages.

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It was quite late. I'd had a good dinner and
some beer with friends from the conference I
was attending, and was walking back through the
pedestrian underpass towards the park and my
hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought
it wouldn't do any harm to check out the
action, so I popped into the cottage which
faces the park.

To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I
pissed and then stood with a half-hardon
showing, hoping for some action. After a few
minutes an old man came in, mumbling to
himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and
went out again.

Then a man came in who made my cock firm right
up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not
fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic
hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a
big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes.
He stood so close to me in the (quite large)
urinal area that I knew he must be looking for
cock, just like me, so I didn't bother to hide
myself or hide my interest in him. And what a
cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5",
straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My
mouth watered.

But just as I was about to move towards him and
take hold of his cock he tucked it away and
went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and
followed him outside. He headed towards a
semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark
bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly
illuminated this far, so it was quite a good
place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would
be in the lit area and we would see them long
before they saw us.

He sat on the back of a bench with his cock
drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in
front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I
realised that I couldn't possibly take all of
him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which
happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge
amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic
spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a
while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off
him and sat down.

Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in
German. I quickly realised that his German was
even worse than mine, and this wasn't going to
get us far. "Which country are you from?" I
asked, in German. "Maroc," he replied. Ah,
Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming
(correctly) that he would speak quite good
French. We had a short chat, but soon it was
down to business again.

He knelt in front of me and pulled down my
trousers and underwear. He licked and then
sucked my cock, but not with any great
enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and
started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This
was delicious and made me extremely horny, but
I knew it was only a matter of time before he
tried to fuck me with that monster. Much as I
enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick
for it to be anything other than agony for me,
and probably not very satisfying for him,
either.

I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he
looked disappointed, but contented himself with
sliding two fingers inside me while continuing
to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and
I asked him if I could fuck him. "Non, non!" he
exclaimed, "Jamais [never]." Pity, his cheeks
were solid and muscular, and it would have been
a lovely tight fuck.

He stood in front of me and fed me as much of
his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out
just a little. I slid my tongue along the
underside of his meaty frenum, which created
little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his
cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell
that he wasn't going to last long.

After another few minutes of this, he grabbed
hold of my ears and started thrusting more
forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then
yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into
my mouth so quickly that I didn't have time to
swallow between them. As he withdrew his
still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then
licked his cockhead to get the residue.

I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would
get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples
and watched as I wanked myself just a few times
before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic
orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then
stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he
pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or
kiss or be fucked.)

We made an arrangement to meet in the same
place the following night, but he didn't turn
up. However, what happened instead was worth
waiting for ...

[Another episode to come soon ...]