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By *s.Kerry OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Blackpool |
This is the final part of my memories from those days and concerns my third 'regular'.. Hope you enjoy..
It was not long before I began to go out of my way to frequent the toilets as often as possible. Sometimes with success but often leaving without having any 'fun' as in many cases the guy the other side of the partition might not want to do anything or indeed just wanted to watch. I continued with my regular scenario of stripping and 'posing' though and it wasn't long, due to my using a cubicle without a lock, before someone walked in on me doing so which hadn't even crossed my mind might happen albeit fortunately for me it wasn't the police or anything!
In a world of my own, with my back to the door, naked and with a hard on, I heard a whispered "Nice arse".. The realisation that through my own stupidity I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have been made my cock soft in an instant as turning I stood there naked in front of the guy who had walked in. Not sure how to react my hands went down to cover my cock however but his soft voice as he closed the cubicle door behind him telling me to move them put me at ease somewhat.. "Turn round again" he whispered continuing "I want to stroke that fat arse of yours" so I did so not wanting to aggravate him as this was a totally new experience for me. I felt his hands on me as he stroked and squeezed my bum cheeks before pushing me on my shoulder he made me bend forward. Feeling totally vulnerable now I felt his hands pull my bum cheeks apart and a finger pushing gently on my hole! I must have jumped because he whispered in my ear "Don't worry son I don't want to fuck you for now" as his finger once again began to stroke my bum hole. My own cock stayed soft, more through abject embarrassment I think, before I heard him unzip himself as his hard cock began rubbing up and down between my cheeks followed by a low groan and I realised he had cum between them, his spunk running down between the cheeks as he stood back and zipped himself up. I stayed as I was, with his cum running down my legs when he leant over and whispered if he could have a chat in his car. I nodded and stood up to dress as he watched before leading me out to where his car was. I couldn't believe it, it was a big jaguar, and was a bit reticent to sit down because of the dampness in the seat of my trousers but patting the seat he beckoned me to do so saying "Don't worry son it you won't do any harm to the seats" Asking me if I smoked he offered me a cigarette before turning slightly to talk to me. He explained that he was the manager of a local hotel and had only visited the toilets on the off chance as ideally he was looking for someone who he could see regularly rather than taking the chance too often me visiting the toilets. Curiosity got the better of me as I asked what he was looking for at these regular meetings. Basically what I just did to you he said albeit he was surprised someone as young as I frequented the toilets. Not an issue I thought, the prospect of an older guy wanking himself off over my arse actually was quite appealing, so I agreed to meet him outside the toilets the same time the following week although I wasn't really expecting him to be there.
Sure enough though there was his car when I went to the car park so ambling over I knocked on the window. Letting me in he said we could go to the hotel as we could use a room there so off we went. Once again the inherent danger I was putting myself in never crossed my mind. Pulling up at the back of the hotel he gave me a key as pointing out the direction I should take he whispered he had written a note for me in the room. Walking in the room I couldn't believe how posh it was, not that I was a frequent guest in hotels, far from it, but looking round I say the note. "I would like to you to strip naked and face away from the door similar to how I first saw you please. I want to stroke that arse of yours again then bend you over to cum over it. Don't worry we won't be disturbed as you have one key and I have the other" Doing as he asked I stood there awaiting his arrival. Soon after I had stripped off I heard the key in the door then sensed him standing behind me his hands soon starting to squeeze and pinch my arse cheeks. I heard him unzip himself then felt his hard cock rubbing on my arse cheeks as reaching round he grabbed my cock which I must confess was not that hard (Why not I was to later find out was because of my submissive side which decreed my station was to give satisfaction not receive it) but as with many guys he was quite rough, squeezing my balls and making me wince, before rubbing my cock am he rubbed his own. Pushing me forward once again to kneel on the bed this time, far more comfortable than bending over a toilet set, he rubbed his cock between my arse cheeks before groaning as I felt the hot cum round down my legs before with a final act of what I can only describe as derision he wiped his cock on my arse cheeks! I stayed there till he grabbed my shoulder and made me stand up telling me not to get dressed yet he wanted to see me naked for a while. Sitting down soon after, on a towel I hasten to add, he asked if I would like to visit him regularly adding he would pick me up and me course drop me off again.
I agreed and as it transpired as he was the manager it was fairly easy to contact him at the hotel to arrange meetings.. I questioned him further though as to what he actually wanted to do as him just wanking over me seemed little compared to the risk he took. All he said was he just wanted me there to do bidding but he would never hurt me. Telling me to get dressed again we left to go back to his car and as he dropped me off asking if he could see me the same time the following week to which I nodded.
Well he became my third 'regular' and during our time together over the following six months or so, he was promoted to another hotel, we met pretty much every week albeit we also had the odd meeting in the toilets as I could never escape the feelings I got of being ‘dirty’ by meeting in them. After a few meetings we also progressed to him mounting me as I knelt on all fours but as with ‘Tom’ the first guy I ever had any real male/male contact with, he insisted on using the term ‘buggering me’ rather than fucking me, not that it made any difference to me in fact it enhanced my feelings of submission by someone saying as they rammed in and out that they were doing so.. As with virtually all my meetings, I seldom actually cum myself and this again was a pattern that continued as I progressed to dressing fully and meeting guys as a t.v which is of course a totally different story..
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