You Have a Nice Cock 

This is a fictional story based on an experience a friend shared with me recently 

“You have a great cock, I would love to suck it,” 

These are words that every man dreams of hearing just not from the mouth of perfect stranger standing behind you in a public toilet. When John heard them he was unsure if he had heard correctly.  It seemed so totally random. For long moments he stood, his cock in his hand staring at the wall of the urinal. He was afraid of what he would see if he turned around. But he was also afraid of what he would see if he didn’t. There were many things that he had fantasised about in his life but a man sucking his cock was not one of them. Men had never featured in any of his fantasies.  

 But now here he was standing in a public toilet holding his cock and considering a proposal from a perfect stranger whose face he hadn’t even seen yet. The thinking part of his brain told him to put his cock back in his pants and walk away into the park outside to continue his run but as with so many things in his life his cock betrayed him. He felt the stirring in his groin and then the twitch against his palm even before his mind registered a slight curiosity.

“Go on,” the unseen man behind him urged, “I suck cock good.”

How would a guy suck a cock? The thought was so unexpected that John almost had a physical reaction. Nothing could have stopped him from turning around to look at the owner of the voice. 

He was young, clean shaven and good looking in the kind of way that teenage girls find attractive. The earnestness in his eyes surprised John. He was like a puppy wanting to please. Without speaking John moved his hand offering his now fully erect cock to this young clean shaven stranger. Within moments he found himself looking down at the top of his head as the young man kneeled in front of him and slid his lips down over his hard shaft. 

The sensation was familiar and foreign at the same time. The man wrapped his hand around his ass pulling Johns entire length into his mouth. John felt the head of his cock connect with the back of the man’s throat, something he had never experienced before. Slowly he withdrew his lips, sliding them wetly up his shaft to twirl his tongue over the head of John’s cock. John staggered against the wall of the toilet unable to fully support his weight. 

Leaning against the wall, gripping the sink, feeling the pressure of his nails against the porcelain John gave himself over to the insane sensations that were washing over him. For a split second he thought he heard the sound of a footstep. He had never even thought of what would happen if someone walked in on them, but it was nothing. The stranger hadn’t even noticed. He just kep right on worshipping John’s cock in a way that was unlike any woman. John’s fears vanished and he felt himself immersed in the sheer pleasure of the younger man’s lips on his cock. 

Involuntarily he found himself thrusting against the stranger’s mouth wanting to grip the back of his head and shove himself deep into his throat the way he would fuck a pussy. It was one of the best head jobs of his life. Surprisingly he felt the pressure of an orgasm building in his groin. A flicker of panic welled up in him. What was the protocol? Could he cum in this guy’s mouth? Was that OK? John knew that when he came it would be hard. For fun he had learned how to shoot his cum into his own mouth and he didn’t mind how he tasted, but women often had an issue with it. Did other guys?  

As if he sensed John’s conflict the stranger slid his lips off John’s cock and looked up at him for a moment, 

“I want to taste your cum.” His voice was earnest and his eyes pleading. John could sense the fear of rejection that was strong in him and, strangely, it comforted him. He still couldn’t speak but he nodded his consent. A flicker of pure pleasure passed through the stranger’s eyes and he eagerly returned to the object of his affection.

John could not suppress a groan of pleasure as the lips slid down over his shaft again, enveloping it in warmth and wetness. His tongue swirled over the head of John’s cock and he sucked the tip firmly for a few seconds before sinking his lips deeper and wrapping his arms greedily around John’s hips. John could feel his hunger for cum and strangely it stirred him deeper than he ever expected. Suddenly the pressure to cum was back, stronger than before. This time John didn’t fight it, but he held back for a little while, he wasn’t ready for this surreal experience to be over so quickly. The stranger sucked him even deeper, saliva had built up around his lips and it made a slick sound as he moved his head back and forth. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked and John felt the slight grazing of his teeth over his shaft. Every sensation felt magnified, time seemed to have stopped and John felt almost as if he could step out his own body. 

Finally he couldn’t hold back. The intense heat of his orgasm washed over him and he felt his cum jetting out of him against the back of the stranger’s throat. Greedily the stranger sucked every drop of his juice down giving little moans of pleasure as he sucked. John leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard as the orgasm continued to twitch through him. For the first time he noticed the stranger wanking himself. 

As the last fragments of orgasm ebbed away the stranger let John’s cock slide out of his lips and stood up beside him. Facing the wall he leaned one hand against the top of the urinal while his other hand worked frantically over his cock. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen a man wank himself before and it was strangely compelling. 

For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to return the favour and suck him dry just as he had been just moments before. But it was clear that this was not what the stranger wanted. For a moment their eyes met. The pleading look had disappeared and was replaced by drunken lust. 

“See how horny you made me,” the stranger murmured, “Watch me cum.” 

The lust in his eyes was compelling, John couldn’t stop himself from looking down at the hand working over the cock. He was unsure of what made a cock attractive but to him this one looked full proud and a little tasty. He became aware of the stranger’s heavy breathing as the speed of his strokes increased. Then everything went still as the orgasm wracked him. Cum jetted out of the stranger’s cock and hit the wall of the urinal as he gave soft grunts of pleasure. 

For a few moments the stranger leant over the urinal breathing heavily. His now flaccid cock slipped out of his fingers and a sticky string of cum stretched between the stranger’s fingers and his cock. John was rooted to the spot, unsure of the protocol. He responded to the strong urge to cover himself and, slightly dazed, he pulled up his shorts and straightened his t-shirt. 

“Thank – you,” the stranger followed his lead and adjusted his own clothing before turning and leaving. Still not sure how or exactly what had just happened John followed him out into the park. The sun was shining, noisy shouts of children enjoying the climbing frame nearby reached John’s ears bringing him back to reality. For a few moments he stood watching a woman jog past him with a dog following on a lead. Looking like a regular jogger, but with his mind spinning madly John went back to his jog.  

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About gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

Posted on January 15, 2017, in Erotic Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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