First attempt at story writing, so apologies in advance if not very good!
I was about 35 at the time. As I walked up to the bar to get a pint, could feel someone watching me. Stood, waiting and looked round, and spotted the culprit in the corner. He was in his work clothes, was obviously a tradie, and had a cheeky look about him. We exchanged a look that said more than a thousand words could and could see he was trouble! For whatever reason, I was looking for it that night!
I got my pint and returned to my table, where I was relaxing after a day at work before heading home, but couldn’t help myself looking at him, looking at me. As I got up and went to the toilet, looked his way and tipped him a wink, but didn’t look back.
Was stood at the urinal, when the door opened, didn’t look back, but he had taken the hint and followed me in and stood right next to me.
I was stood there, cock out, slowly stroking my hardening cock, as he brazenly pulled down his hard worn grey joggers, revealing a hardening 7.5inch girthy cock. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and we looked at each other and knew we had to have each other.
I lived close by, but couldn’t contain myself and needed to sample the good before the main event. Slowly wrapped my hand round his throbbing cock, feeling it pulse and get harder with every beat of his heart, whilst he stood there with his trackies round his knees, his bare ass on display for anyone walking in and just stood there with a cheeky smile and me holding his hardening cock. This was going to be a fun night!
To be continued |
