I never even asked for his name – part 1I never did ask for his name, despite the fact that we’d sucked tens of cocks together and milked enough sperm from them to satisfy even the most cock-hungry. In fact, in the years we operated together, we never even spoke! There was no need. There’d been no need for verbal communication at first meeting, and there had been no need as the ‘relationship’ progressed. We both knew how to satisfy the dicks we serviced, and we quickly learned what the other wanted too. Perfect! And it was perfect. Even though our joint adventures were numerous, there were many I vividly recall because they were just so – memorable!The first meeting was by pure accident, as most of these things often are. But I need to set the scene. And so I shall.I’d first realised that sex could be had in public toilets when I’d been out clubbing. I had been chatting to a guy for a few weeks that I really fancied, and one night, he took me into the male cubicles so I could suck his cock. It was the first time I’d ever had sex anywhere but in someone’s home, and I was both thrilled and anxious at the same time. A mixture of alcohol and lust had battered down my natural inhibitions. I wanted him. He was living with someone and couldn’t take me home. So it had to be there and then. I told him afterwards when we were sharing a drink:”I’ve never done it in a toilet before”Really? You’ve never been cottaging?”What’s that?”It’s what gay men call public loos. Cottages. I’m surprised you don’t know that. Are you joking?””No. Seriously, I didn’t know that, why would I?”Well most of us have had a fumble with a fella in a cottage at some time, you telling me you really haven’t?”No I swear! It never even occurred to me…”Well, you’ve a lot of fun ahead of you then haven’t you!” he replied.I thought about what he said a lot over the next week, but didn’t really know where to start. A few weeks later, I’m in the same club and saw him again. We gave each other ‘the eye’ and within a minute, we were talking and flirting as usual.”I want you you sexy little fucker” he said into my ear”Can we go ataşehir escort to your place?” I asked.”No, sorry I don’t live alone as I told you last time”What about here?” I almost begged – I wanted him again so much!”They’ve bent the locks on the toilet doors now so you can’t lock them and have some nooky! And they keep checking all the time, someone much have tipped ’em off. Jealous bastards! But I do know somewhere. Did you go cottaging after the last time we spoke?”Nah. I thought about it but I didn’t know what to do”Well it’s about time I showed you a few things then…”We left the club and I followed him to the end of the street. I couldn’t quite believe it. Within 300 yards was a public loo that I’d never even noticed was there – blink and you missed it! He went in first and I followed and stood next to him at the urinal. “Move away from me, down there, and don’t talk to me. Watch what I do” he said. He sounded annoyed at my naivety, but what else did he expect?! It was 1.30am on a freezing Sunday morning and I stood there, cock out, staring straight ahead in the dim light, watching my visible breath rise towards the ceiling with every expiration. I didn’t want this, I wanted HIM! I wanted his beautifully formed uncut and hefty dick in my mouth again. That’s all. But he was being all ‘master’ and ‘showing me the ropes’ which I wasn’t really into learning just then! I decided enough was enough and I was about to move back my original position next to him when I heard a shuffling of feet. Someone had entered our domain. I didn’t dare look at anything except the tiled wall in front of me. I know I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t have done. A mixture of fear, anxiety and anticipation will have filled my veins with liquid concrete. Only a stare from Medusa could have been more effective. My hearing took over as primary sense and I listened intently, picking up any cues to inform me what was happening. He hadn’t stood next to me. Where was he? I glanced quickly to my left and saw a figure stood next to ‘my man’, Andrew. And Andrew was ataköy escort looking at him. I turned to the wall again, not understanding how to react. I waited a few minutes and turned my head again. My God! Andrew didn’t waste any time did he? From what I could see, they were now very busy gripping each others cocks and wanking away! Andrew looked at me and beckoned me over with his head. I just stood there. I wanted him, he knew that, and here he was with another fella, tossing each other off. I was clearly more jealous than I should have been, and I knew it. Fuck! There was only one thing to do and that was to comply with his bidding. I decided the best option was to sidle over sideways, all nonchalant so as not to be too obvious. As I did so, the guy crouched down and took Andrew’s throbbing uncut into his mouth and started to suck. I panicked! I wanted Andrew, and this guy had usurped my position. I reacted straight away and walked over, standing next to Andrew, heart pounding. He looked me in the eyes and then looked at the guy sucking his cock. Then he looked back at me and for one moment, I thought I saw something more than just sexual pleasure, something akin to … No matter, he kept staring at me, then placed his hand on the back of my head and as he pulled my head towards him, he turned his face and stuck out his tongue. We deep kissed, swapping spit back and forth. He pulled my face away from him and he smiled a huge grin before pulling my head towards him again. I motioned to kiss him but he diverted and said into my ear “help him out”. He pushed my head towards the other guy and I positioned myself on my knees…Now, the best lesson I ever learned was about to begin – the absolute pleasure of 2 guys sharing cock sucking duties on one dick. The guy was holding onto the base of Andrew’s shaft as his head moved back and forth along the ample length. Then he took the dick out of his mouth and offered it to me. It was shining with saliva and steaming in the cold air and I could faintly smell the mixture of stale cigarettes çeşme escort and uncut cock musk. I heartily sucked as the guy continued to grip on to the base of Andrew’s prick. He was in total control of this situation. This dick was HIS! And he was allowing me to share, to join in, but it was to his discretion, with his permission. And I instinctively knew it. I was only sucking Andrew’s dick because it was permitted. As soon as the guy decided my go was over, he’d pull the dick towards him so that he could take over. I knelt there and just watched the guy skillfully go to work on Andrew’s cock, marvelling on the scene in front of me, patiently waiting for my turn. I occasionally looked up at Andrew when he vocalised his pleasure, and I adored seeing the look of complete nirvana on his face. I knew Andrew liked me, I knew he found me really sexy and attractive and I’d guessed that “if things were different” that ‘things would be different’ between us. The guy he really wanted was sharing his throbbing cock with a horny, skilled cock sucker and he was fucking loving it. I’d get my chances to suck between watching and had no idea how this was going to end. How it ended was that Andrew couldn’t wait any more, and grabbing back his cock, he trusted his first back and forth furiously before firing his load right onto my face. The guy wasted no time in using his tongue to sweep up the juice and greedily swallowing it. He stood up, trousers around his ankles and kissed Andrew. I stood up too and the three of us poked our tongues in and out of reach others’ gaping mouths. The guy was wanking and then he came, but I didn’t try to taste any of it because I was so into Andrew. I just watched as Andrew sc****d it off his jeans and flicked it into the urinal. The guy had already zipped up and headed out leaving just the 2 of us.”Well, how was that then?”That was amazing! I loved sucking your cock with him, I’ve never done that before”Two new tricks learned tonight then! I bet I know what you’ll be up to next week”I wish it could be with you” I replied.”Yeah, I know, me too, but you know how I’m fixed don’t you”.Sometimes, life deals you a hand that looks like a winner but still stinks of shit!!And I still haven’t introduced you to the one of whom I never asked his name. Oh. You thought that “the guy” was him? Well, he wasn’t. He’s yet to appear in my life. That tale will have to wait now until part 2…