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By *F25 OP Man
7 weeks ago
Edinburgh |
True story.
What goes on tour stays on tour (unless you right about it here) 
A good few years ago I was on a rugby tour to Wales.
There was only about a dozen of us and we were kitted out in Scotland strips & Kilts for the whole weekend mostly.
Usually on tour or nights out,once I've had enough to drink my homing beacon comes on and I exit. Not always informing my mates I'm leaving. But it happens often enough that once they notice I'm gone they know I'll find my way back to the digs.
This particular night, we'd been out since 10am and around 12am I made my exit and headed through the streets of Cardiff, stumbling along but not falling about d*unk.
As I was going I passed the entrance to a bar that had good music blaring out of it and looked really lively.
Don't know why but I thought it would be a good idea to head in see how it was.
It was just a door and there were steps leading upstairs.
As I approached, the bouncer, a woman, said "this is a gay bar, you sure you want to go in?"
I laughed it off and said didnt matter to me, just wanted a beer.
So in I went and climbed the stairs, the bar was at the top.of the stairs, and then there was a space where there was a little room for dancing and a load of sofas.
Ideal I though a beer and a comfy seat!
Time passed and I ended up stood at the bar, had a few beers some decent chat, spoke to a load of guys, explained I wasn't gay just like the music and everyone was just having a good time.
The place started to empty but there were a few staying for a lockin. The owner, I'm going to call him Sean, but I cant actually remember his name, asked if I wanted to stay and I said yeah why not.
About 6 guys sat around having a blether and drinking beers.
The talk got to sexual experiences and I think the others were just interested in a straight guy talking about sex .
But it was definitely heated chat.
Eventually a few left and I was left with the owner and one of his staff,
The two of them went to get drinks and I thought I'd better make a move. However before, I could get up Sean returned with a bottle of beer each, saying the staff member had to go.
He sat next to me and we continued chatting, nothing sexual, just random stuff.
Then he asked if we'd met any valley girls to have a good time with on our tour, I said a few of the guys had partnered up and had some fun. But not me, he laughed and said he would be better at sucking cock than them anyway and I'd come to the right place.
Again I laughed it off, and said id let the guys know for future nights out.
Sean had moved a bit closer now and was resting against me, he said "surely you'll need to find out if I'm right before recommending me to your mates!"
His hand was on my knee now, and he was staring right at me.
I dont know what was happening, but I'd never been with a guy, or even been attracted to one, but I did feel a bit aroused. Mostly to do with the drink probably but also the attention was nice.
He asked of it was true about Scotsmen and their Kilts.
I told him to slide his hand up and find out.
He didnt need to be asked twice and said his hand up my thigh to brush against my semi erect cock.
He gave a little gasp and then smiled at me pleased with what he felt.
He asked if I was ok, I said yeah its ok and with that he gripped my shaft and slowly started to stroke my cock to full attention.
I was shocked I was letting this happen but also turned on so spread my thighs a bit wider and adjusted my sporran so he could get better movement.
He continued stroking my length and gripping me tight all while looking in my eyes.
It felt great, I was thrusting up to meet his hand, keeping eye contacts and starting to breath a bit heavier.
He moved his head closer to mine and I reached up and pulled him in closer. Locking our lips together and kissing him deeply as he wanked my thick cock. |
wonderwhat else he has in mind
