Was this the Best Cottage Ever?
For many years, until about ten years ago, there were toilet blocks on the A45 between Birmingham and Coventry just east of the junction with the A446. Not sure how I discovered them, but I think it was on a trip from Manchester to London when for some reason I'd left the M6. I needed a piss, and was glad to see the sign to the toilets.
There was a big lay-by, and it was almost full of cars, vans and a couple of trucks. My antennae started to quiver, and so did my cock. I'd done a bit of cottaging in my time in Manchester and had had some satisfying encounters - giving and receiving blow jobs through glory holes and mutual wank sessions - and I knew that parked cars outside toilets was always a promising sign. Anyway, I found a space to park some distance off and made my way in.
What I found nearly blew my mind. The place was packed with guys, old, young, fat, thin, good looking, ugly, you name it. But they all had cocks, and they were all there for one thing only. Some were standing by the walls with hands on crotches and eyeing one another sort of lustfully but suspiciously at the same time. Others were standing at the urinal, which was the trough type, with their dicks out, semi-hard, and making no attempt to piss. There were a few cubicles, with the doors not properly closed and from them emerged the noise of grunts, slurps, and rhythmic banging with the occasional stifled cry. And there was the smell. The acrid smell of piss, mixed with the bleach smell of spunk. Was this horny or what?
I was desperate to piss, and keen to do it before my cock got so hard I wouldn't be able to. So I elbowed my way to the urinal and got my dick out, but with fifteen pairs of eyes feasting on it, including the guys standing right next to me, I found it impossible to perform. Not that it's anything more than a very average uncircumcised dick but I guess that many of the guys were regulars and were up for any cock promising something new.
There was nothing for it but to start with sex, then have a piss, rather than the other way round. As my cock grew, I began to forget the urgency to pee in any case. I looked around and spotted a good looking, thick set young lad who was gazing at me, his eyes on stalks. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I smiled and motioned my head slightly, and he quickly joined me at the urinal, forcing his way in between me and an older guy who had lowered his trousers and briefs and was cupping and massaging his package.
The young lad undid his zip, reached out for my hand and pulled it to his crotch. He was wearing white briefs and was rock hard inside them. I caressed his cock through the briefs for a few seconds, and he got hold of my, by now rod-like, cock and started to pull me off, but very gently. If we'd carried on it would have been a free sex show for everyone, but he whispered in my ear "Come with me." I murmured ok, and we stuffed cocks back in jeans and he led us outside.
Behind the toilet block was a belt of trees which we walked up and through to the edge of a field with a wood just a little way further along. He walked ahead of me and as we went a couple of guys with big smiles on their faces were heading in the opposite direction. In the wood we found a log to sit on and swiftly pulled down our jeans and briefs and sat there for a minute french kissing one another until I stood up and thrust my dick in his face. He spread his legs as far as having his jeans round his ankles allowed, and pulled me in. Then he began to lick the precum off my cockhead and tongued around the join between the foreskin and the knob-end, before sliding the whole dick into his mouth and throat. As I looked down, I could see he was working away furiously on his own piece of meat.
We were both as horny as sex-starved jack rabbits and in no time at all I could feel the familiar and all too wonderful pressure building in my balls. I just had time to whisper "I'm cumming" before I shot several jets of spunk into the lads mouth. He swallowed it all without any problem and within a few seconds unleashed his own, the first two of which hit my stomach just above my navel. I pulled him up, scooped his spunk with my fingers and put it in my mouth. Then I kissed him and transferred the cum into his own mouth. He swallowed that too.
We man hugged and as we pulled up our briefs and jeans a couple of older guys emerged from further in the wood. "Nice cock" one of them said to us - we didn't know which one he meant - and he and his friend gave us broad grins. I don't think they'd just been watching us, but didn't really care.
As we walked back, I asked my new friend about the cottage. He said it was very popular especially at weekends but with van drivers and truckers all week. He lived locally and went there all the time. If the weather was good the serious people did what we did and went into the wood. So many of the others were just time-wasting dick-heads in his opinion. As we got back to our cars I asked him which cum tasted better.
"Yours, mate," he replied straightaway. "I've been eating mine since I was f******n and it's nice to have a change of diet now and again." He gave me a wink, and we drove off.
That was my initiation into this notorious cottage. I'll finish its story (or at least my experience of it) shortly.
There was a big lay-by, and it was almost full of cars, vans and a couple of trucks. My antennae started to quiver, and so did my cock. I'd done a bit of cottaging in my time in Manchester and had had some satisfying encounters - giving and receiving blow jobs through glory holes and mutual wank sessions - and I knew that parked cars outside toilets was always a promising sign. Anyway, I found a space to park some distance off and made my way in.
What I found nearly blew my mind. The place was packed with guys, old, young, fat, thin, good looking, ugly, you name it. But they all had cocks, and they were all there for one thing only. Some were standing by the walls with hands on crotches and eyeing one another sort of lustfully but suspiciously at the same time. Others were standing at the urinal, which was the trough type, with their dicks out, semi-hard, and making no attempt to piss. There were a few cubicles, with the doors not properly closed and from them emerged the noise of grunts, slurps, and rhythmic banging with the occasional stifled cry. And there was the smell. The acrid smell of piss, mixed with the bleach smell of spunk. Was this horny or what?
I was desperate to piss, and keen to do it before my cock got so hard I wouldn't be able to. So I elbowed my way to the urinal and got my dick out, but with fifteen pairs of eyes feasting on it, including the guys standing right next to me, I found it impossible to perform. Not that it's anything more than a very average uncircumcised dick but I guess that many of the guys were regulars and were up for any cock promising something new.
There was nothing for it but to start with sex, then have a piss, rather than the other way round. As my cock grew, I began to forget the urgency to pee in any case. I looked around and spotted a good looking, thick set young lad who was gazing at me, his eyes on stalks. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I smiled and motioned my head slightly, and he quickly joined me at the urinal, forcing his way in between me and an older guy who had lowered his trousers and briefs and was cupping and massaging his package.
The young lad undid his zip, reached out for my hand and pulled it to his crotch. He was wearing white briefs and was rock hard inside them. I caressed his cock through the briefs for a few seconds, and he got hold of my, by now rod-like, cock and started to pull me off, but very gently. If we'd carried on it would have been a free sex show for everyone, but he whispered in my ear "Come with me." I murmured ok, and we stuffed cocks back in jeans and he led us outside.
Behind the toilet block was a belt of trees which we walked up and through to the edge of a field with a wood just a little way further along. He walked ahead of me and as we went a couple of guys with big smiles on their faces were heading in the opposite direction. In the wood we found a log to sit on and swiftly pulled down our jeans and briefs and sat there for a minute french kissing one another until I stood up and thrust my dick in his face. He spread his legs as far as having his jeans round his ankles allowed, and pulled me in. Then he began to lick the precum off my cockhead and tongued around the join between the foreskin and the knob-end, before sliding the whole dick into his mouth and throat. As I looked down, I could see he was working away furiously on his own piece of meat.
We were both as horny as sex-starved jack rabbits and in no time at all I could feel the familiar and all too wonderful pressure building in my balls. I just had time to whisper "I'm cumming" before I shot several jets of spunk into the lads mouth. He swallowed it all without any problem and within a few seconds unleashed his own, the first two of which hit my stomach just above my navel. I pulled him up, scooped his spunk with my fingers and put it in my mouth. Then I kissed him and transferred the cum into his own mouth. He swallowed that too.
We man hugged and as we pulled up our briefs and jeans a couple of older guys emerged from further in the wood. "Nice cock" one of them said to us - we didn't know which one he meant - and he and his friend gave us broad grins. I don't think they'd just been watching us, but didn't really care.
As we walked back, I asked my new friend about the cottage. He said it was very popular especially at weekends but with van drivers and truckers all week. He lived locally and went there all the time. If the weather was good the serious people did what we did and went into the wood. So many of the others were just time-wasting dick-heads in his opinion. As we got back to our cars I asked him which cum tasted better.
"Yours, mate," he replied straightaway. "I've been eating mine since I was f******n and it's nice to have a change of diet now and again." He gave me a wink, and we drove off.
That was my initiation into this notorious cottage. I'll finish its story (or at least my experience of it) shortly.
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