Café Cock

[Guest Towcester]

I was driving the van home, having dropped a pallet off. There’s a greasy spoon near my place, and I went in. Wasn’t really cruising, but who can say no? There were three fat truckers in there, nothing worth a second look. I got a coffee and sat facing the door. A big van pulled in and a tall guy got out. He came in the door real fast, full of energy. There wasn’t any fat on this guy! I could see him in the yard as being tall, but when he came in I had to smile. He was about six foot three, and I imagined him having to wear a hard hat at home so he didn’t hit his head in doorways. He saw me with a big cheesy grin on my face and smiled back at me.

He got a coffee and came and sat with me. He said “Hello” softly, then in a louder voice “I’m not sitting with any of those fat bastards!” I cringed, but I don’t think anybody was gonna start a fight with this man. We were chatting about the state of the roads, and asked me which lorry was mine. I pointed to my little delivery van. Oh that feckin’ gay thing he said, laughing at it. He’s got this wonderful, soft Irish accent that just strokes your ear. He said “Nothing wrong with being gay – I like a nice arse meself, sure enough”

I was holding my mug kinda loosely, and it went rat-atat-tat on the table before I gripped it properly. He said “I take it you like a cock then?” I could only nod. Jeez, I wish I had his confidence! He asked me right out if he was going to get to fuck me. My jaw dropped about 10 yards, but it didn’t stop me nodding! He said he’d move the boxes over in his vehicle and have me in there. I told him I wasn’t far from home, and we could really get down to it in bed. He said he’d follow me. When we were leaving the café he ran his hand over my bottom, so everyone could see!

He followed me home, parked up the road, and walked over to my place. He asked me if I like kissing, and I said yes. He bent his knees, put his hands under my bottom and picked me up! He leant my back against the wall and I wrapped my legs round him and held him close. We snogged our faces off for a little while, then he asked me if the shower was big enough for two guys? Fucking right it is!

I was getting worried about this guy. He did everything quickly. He had all his clothes off in seconds, then rushed to help me with mine. I thought if he fucks that fast, he’ll cum and go in a couple of minutes! I got the little plastic stool out the kitchen to stand on in the shower. I really loved kissing this guy. He put his hands on my buttocks, and nearly covered them. His hands were like coke shovels; fingers like bananas. Mmmmmm this was going to be good lol

It was so-oo good with him in the shower. I didn’t even have to bend far to suck his cock hard. It just kept growing. My mum used to say there’s lots of good stuff in little parcels, and she was right! His lovely cock was about 7 ½ inches long, and just the right thickness for me! I love sucking cock, and he just loved me doing it, from the way he was moaning and calling me bad names . . .

In the shower it was like being in a cage with an orangutan, so he had to stand in the bedroom to dry himself. Of course he finished before I did, even though I’d got a move on. He helped me dry, but defoliated my back and legs being so fast. The second it was done I was on my back with him on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs round him, held on tight. He was NOT going anywhere. He said I was to get my tongue working on his arse, so I did. I adore giving oral. Cock sucking and rimming are my second favourite things to do . . .

I covered his muscular bottom with lots of little bites before I started licking along the crack. I restrained myself from plunging my tongue into his freshly washed arse. I did anyway, and was pleased with myself when he started humping the mattress below. I wanted this guy hot for me – wanted him mad for fucking me! He turned over, and started wanking his beautiful cock, his other hand cupping his heavy balls.

He said “Oh Jeez, I just got to feck your little arse right now!” (which neatly brings us, gentle reader, whats on my top favourite thing is!). He turned me over like I was a rag doll. I was quickly assisted into the doggie position, and he got a condom and lube off the side. I felt one of his big lubed fingers sliding into me, then he turned his hand over, and massaged my prostate. Good job my house is far from my neighbours, with the noise I was making!

Next thing is, I feel his ‘stick of dynamite’ poking at my ring. He tapped that mushroom head against me a few times, teasing me. I was desperate for it. I was Mr. Gagging-Forcock! He put his big hands on my hips and parted my cheeks and started the exquisite torture. For the first time, he was doing something slowly. I kept pushing into me, just an inch, and then a few strokes at that depth. Then another inch pushed in, a few more strokes. And it kept fucking deeper into me. It felt fabulous. A hard piston that felt like silk sliding inside me.

He made me lay face down and put his arms round my chest and held onto me tightly. Being so tall, it was easy for him to reach round so we could keep on kissing. His cock was fucking me with a long slow stroke, and he moved his lips on mine in time to his thrusting loins. He started calling me names then. None of them pretty, but I loved it. He moved back above me and really started to fuck me with his shaft. He said he loved fucking a tight arse, and that kissing a greedy mouth was so sweet.

He started calling me every kind of slut he could think of, really pile-driving his cock into the depths of my bum. I was sure he was about to cum, but he slowed down. And slowed down some more. Back to the long, slow rhythm of his penetrating me. He said “so tell me, would you be liking this regular? Maybe once a week?” One does not argue with big men like him, esp. when they’ve got their cock up you to the hilt, so I said yes.

He held his cock still inside me and said he wanted regular sex. Would I have him bareback? I said yes, of course. And could he cum in me? I just nodded. He was so good – In the shower and in bed. I wanted a lot more of this man, wanted deep intimacy with him. I could imagine him living with me, but all I wanted right now was for him to start fucking me again.

He reached down and put the unopened condom next to my face. Present for you, he said – and another one coming in you in a few minutes, you little whore! I just laughed. No wonder his cock felt so smooth inside me! We started kissing again, and at last he started fucking me. Slowly. I humped my hips up and down to meet his thrusting, my lips kissing his in time to our pleasure. I thought at last, here was The Lover I’d always dreamt about. I must get his mobile number before he goes . . . and ask him what his name is!