Ripe For Picking - Part 1
Date: 12/21/2017, Categories: True Story, Gay, Interracial, Author: Andy Caulden, Source: sexstories.com
Ripe For Picking - Part 1 By Kevin Moore I was eighteen years old in the summer of 1970, although a good many people said that I looked more like a sixteen-year-old. I was tall and gangly, with blue eyes and blond hair. My uncut cock was only five-inches long and attached to a tiny, round ball-sac; however, when it was fully erect, it was as hard as nails. My arse was also small, with a prominent dimple in each arse-cheek. It was the third day of my annual holiday, and I was riding my bicycle past Woodford railway station. I really needed to pee, so I stopped and went into the public toilet, which was directly opposite the station. I unbuttoned my fly and began to pee in the stainless steel urinal, which smelt to high heaven of chlorine. A few seconds later a black man entered the toilet and stood beside me, fumbling urgently with the buttons of his fly. He then stood there in total silence, which was a little odd, as there was no sound of him relieving himself in the urinal. Being curious by nature, I glanced to my left and saw him playing with his hard-standing cock, which was ginormous compared to mine. I just couldn't take my eyes off the man's uncut length, which was ultra-long and thick, and criss-crossed with lots of swollen veins. I felt so-o-o horny as my own cock became nice and stiff. 'Hey, boy,' he said, 'your dick is as hard as mine.' I said nothing as my cheeks began to burn bright red with embarrassment. I just stood there, frozen to the spot, with my eyes ...