Stuttgart in Germany has several underground shopping centres, built as part of their metro
system. Thoughtfully, they've also provided
public toilets, some ideal for cottaging.
One such is on the outside of an underground
section, the entrance door facing the castle
park -- excellent for just lazing on the grass
watching the world of men come (hopefully
cum) and go. Just after dusk the castle park is
an excellent place to take your latest conquest
behind a tree and do what comes naturally.
There are people around, but it's too dark for
them to see what's going on just yards away
from them. Anyone aware of such things might
be alerted by the occasional groan or 'Oh fuck'
(in several languages), but the general public
isn't usually aware.
This is the first tale of encounters in that cottage
I was on my way back to my hotel, at the far
end of the park, and just happened to drop in to
the cottage ... to see what might be available. It
was almost nightfall, and very quiet, so I didn't
hold out much hope of getting any action. The
urinal is metal, with no partitions, in a U shape. I
stood myself at a corner where I could see the
door and waited hopefully, with a half-hard-on.
And waited, and waited.
Patience is a virtue, and virtue brings its own
reward (they say). And, on this occasion, so it
did. A lanky black man came in, looked round
and saw me (I'd more or less hidden my cock
with my hand) and took up position halfway
along one side of the U, closer than most
straight men would stand. He pulled out his
cock and pissed, looking down at his cock so
that I had a chance to stare sideways at it. A
nice long floppy dusky hosepipe with a bunched
He shook, but continued to stand there -- it
doesn't take long to make it clear that you're not
just there for a piss -- and I stared more openly
as his cock swelled and lifted. Soon he glanced
over at me (by this time my cock was fully erect
and jutting out fiercely) and he seemed to like
what he saw. He grinned, and tucked himself
(with some difficulty) into his trousers and
I quickly made the decision that he'd definitely
been interested, so I wedged my hard-on
across my thigh and followed him. He hadn't
gone far -- just away from the lights near the
shadow of some trees, and he was looking
back at me. Casually I wandered towards him;
he stepped completely into the shadow, and as
I reached him and my eyes became used to the
gloom I saw that he had his cock out and was
stroking it gently.
Dropping to my knees I slid his still half-hard
erection down my throat until the musky smell
of his crinkly pubic hair was right under my
nose. He groaned softly, but then said with an
American accent, 'Not here. You gotta place to
'My hotel is at the other end of the park,' I
replied, standing up and adjusting my own
erection, which by this time was agonizingly
'OK, let's go.'
As we wandered across the park he told me
that he was a US serviceman on leave for the
weekend, and that he'd had no sex action for
nearly a week. I drooled.
Luckily, I had my own key to the outer door of
the hotel, so we were able to go in unobserved.
Up to my room, in, and lock the door. We both
quickly stripped and he lay down on the bed.
Kneeling between his legs I sniffed at the strong
musky odour of his crotch -- a great turn-on.
Again I slid his half-hard cock into my mouth
and throat until I gagged slightly, which made
him groan as my throat muscles massaged him.
Despite my best ministrations, I couldn't get him
any harder (and never did, all the time he was
there). My arse winked with disappointment, as
I knew I could never get a half-hard cock into
my tight hole. So I just continued sucking him,
holding his big balls pulled away from his groin,
enjoying the taste of his copious pre-cum and
the fantastic sexy smell of his body.
Just as I was going to suggest that he move
down the bed so that we could 69, he started to
thrust his hips up rapidly, a long stifled moan
came from him, and he absolutely filled my
mouth with tangy cum. 'Damn,' I thought,
'that's the end of his interest in this evening's
fun!' When he finished coming, which he did in
one long stream, not in separate spurts, I
backed my mouth off his cock and swallowed
the huge load. Very tasty, thick and satisfying.
I lay down beside him, assuming that he'd get
up and dress and leave, but he rolled over
towards me and grabbed my erection, which by
this time was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall.
He rubbed the fluid over the head of my cock,
which very nearly made me come, and kissed
me, tasting the residue of his own cum.
'Gotta condom?' (A man of very few words.)
'In the bedside table drawer.'
He tore open a condom packet and rolled the
rubber on to my rigid cock, then bent down and
slurped the whole thing into his mouth, dribbling
spit everywhere. I was nearly hysterical with
lust by this stage, and hoped he wasn't just
going to suck me off into the condom (an
extremely unsatisfying feeling!) But no, he
squatted over me (facing me), located the head
of my cock at his hole, and slid straight down
until he was sitting on my hips.
Both of us groaned slightly at the hot full stuffed
feeling, then he grabbed my nipples and started
to do squat-thrusts. American military training is
extremely good for one's sex life, I decided, as
he continued doing this long after my muscles
would have cramped up. I held on to his cock,
still slippery with the remnants of his cum, and it
returned to that firm but floppy state that
seemed to be the limit of his erection.
I couldn't move much, as he sat down on my
hips each time he bottomed out, but he was
doing such a good job I didn't need to move at
all. My mind and body just fused into a gigantic
cum-machine, waiting for the trigger to make it
explode. After a good ten minutes of this action,
he reached behind him and squeezed my balls,
just as he was at the bottom of his thrust. A
feeling that I at first thought was pain, then a
throbbing urgency, then a set of wild spasms,
and then I came.
Oh god, how I came! And so did he -- out of that
hosepipe of a cock sprayed another vast load of
creamy cum. His arse tightened round my cock
as he came, and I came again! I pulled the
pillow over my face to stifle my scream (I'm a
very noisy cummer!) and we both panted with
He pulled off me, took off the condom, emptied
it on my chest, and lay down on me, belly to
belly, chest to chest, squishing his cum and
mine between us. The wonderful bleachy smell
was almost overpowering, and we kissed
frantically as our heartbeats returned to normal.
It would have been nice to have a sleep and
then do it all again, but sadly he had to leave. I
offered him a shower, but he wanted to keep
the spunk on him as a memory of a fantastic
encounter. As he left we had a kiss and a hug,
and I collapsed back on the bed, smearing the
remnants of our cum-loads off my belly and
chest and then licking my hand clean.
The following day I didn't wash it off, and all the
time I was shopping I could smell, rising from
inside my shirt, that wonderful sexy odour. I
was half-hard all day.