Was up in Glasgow with a family member a few years ago. She had a day of meetings and I was left to my own devices. I thought I’d pop into Pipeworks when it opened and decided to have a walk around the city centre to while the time away. As I was walking down Sauchiehall Street a lad in his mid 20s, tall, slim, good looking, short-cut beard overtook me. I stared at him intently as he sped out of sight. Out of my league I thought. A few minutes later I saw a sign for an indoor market and decided to have a browse and nip on for a pee. As I opened the door I saw the same lad at one of the two urinals. I thought it would be a bit dodgy to stand next to him, so I went into a cubicle, leaving the door open, and slashed directly into the pan. When I’d finished, I turned round and the lad was still there. I dried my hand at the dryer while watching him. Could see his right elbow moving to and fro in a give away manner. What should I do? I stepped up to the urinal next to his and undid my fly. My rock hard cock pulsed. He took a look at it. I looked at his swollen tool. He motioned me down to my knees and I took him in my mouth. Half a dozen thrusts later he released his spunk into my mouth. He zipped up, turned around and left as I was left stunned, getting to my feet and tucking my cock back into my trousers. A quick swill and I was on my way - could not believe what had happened. Moral of the story: you never know what’ll happen next. |
