1. 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 ...
    transfixed on the man's shiny knob. He leaned across and, pushing my hand away, took hold of my hard-standing cock. I still said nothing as he began to wank me off. I was so nervous and shocked by the man's boldness, but still I let him play with my stiffy. He turned to his right and, using my cock as a steering lever, turned me to face him. He then took hold of my right hand and wrapped it round his coal-black cock. 'Come on, boy,' he said. 'Wank me off as well, it's only fair.' I squeezed his cock as he rocked back and forth, urging me to take the plunge and start wanking him off. For several minutes we pleasured each other; then, suddenly, he dropped to his knees and licked the tip of my cock, which made my whole body shudder. The man looked up at me, smiled, and then sucked the whole of my cock into his mouth. The sensation felt truly awesome. Several boys had sucked my cock at school, so I didn't panic or step back. I just stood, rooted to the spot, as the man licked me into shape. I was still nervous and worried about being seen by someone coming into the toilet; however, the fear of being discovered was well and truly tempered by the buzz I was experiencing. The man gently toyed with my ball-sac as he brought me to the very brink of a climax, but before I could warn him that I was about to shoot my load into his mouth, he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. 'It's your turn to go down on me now, boy,' he said. 'No way,' I replied. 'Someone might come in and see me doing ...
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