Whipped Cream

It was quite late. I'd had a good dinner and some beer with friends from the conference I was attending, and was walking back through the pedestrian underpass towards the park and my hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought it wouldn't do any harm to check out the action, so I popped into the cottage which faces the park.

To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I pissed and then stood with a half-hardon showing, hoping for some action. After a few minutes an old man came in, mumbling to himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and went out again.

Then a man came in who made my cock firm right up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes.

He stood so close to me in the (quite large) urinal area that I knew he must be looking for cock, just like me, so I didn't bother to hide myself or hide my interest in him. And what a cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5', straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My mouth watered.

But just as I was about to move towards him and take hold of his cock he tucked it away and went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and followed him outside. He headed towards a semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly illuminated this far, so it was quite a good place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would be in the lit area and we would see them long before they saw us.

He sat on the back of a bench with his cock drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I realised that I couldn't possibly take all of him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off him and sat down.

Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in German. I quickly realised that his German was even worse than mine, and this wasn't going to get us far. 'Which country are you from?' I asked, in German. 'Maroc,' he replied. Ah, Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming (correctly) that he would speak quite good French. We had a short chat, but soon it was down to business again.

He knelt in front of me and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He licked and then sucked my cock, but not with any great enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This was delicious and made me extremely horny, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to fuck me with that monster. Much as I enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick for it to be anything other than agony for me, and probably not very satisfying for him, either.

I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he looked disappointed, but contented himself with sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and I asked him if I could fuck him. 'Non, non!' he exclaimed, 'Jamais [never].' Pity, his cheeks were solid and muscular, and it would have been a lovely tight fuck.

He stood in front of me and fed me as much of his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out just a little. I slid my tongue along the underside of his meaty frenum, which created little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell that he wasn't going to last long.

After another few minutes of this, he grabbed hold of my ears and started thrusting more forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into my mouth so quickly that I didn't have time to swallow between them. As he withdrew his still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then licked his cockhead to get the residue.

I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples and watched as I wanked myself just a few times before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or kiss or be fucked.)

We made an arrangement to meet in the same place the following night, but he didn't turn up. However, what happened instead was worth waiting for...