I was adamant that Robert was going to like me. In fact I was certain that I would impress him. I had a plan.
We met at a pub. As I walked in, I noticed a distinct lack of people, but Robert was already waiting at a table in the corner of the room. He immediately walked to the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I accepted, and we both sat down and chatted. It was three rounds later that we decided that we had, in fact, got on pretty well.
I was starting to wonder what sort of impression I had made when Robert decided that he needed to visit the loo. I smiled and wondered whether that was an euphemism for making a phone call home.
I looked out of the window and pondered my next move. The bar was practically empty and only a couple were sitting on the outside tables.
I stood up and walked to the loo. I looked at the “Gents” sign on the door and pushed it open. As I walked in, Robert was just tucking his cock back into his trousers.
I slipped up behind him, “Don’t bother,” I whispered in his ear. I placed my left hand on his bum and reached around with my right, into his jeans and pulled his cock back out into the open.
“That‘s looks like a nice cock,” I said.
I knew it was. I had seen pictures of it in the emails, but it’s always nice to experience things first hand.
I squeezed his cock while I breathed lightly into his ear. My left hand caressed the cheeks of his bum.
“It‘s growing,” I told him, as I smiled.
Soon, there was enough solid flesh for me to start to pull on his growing member. It started to lengthen significantly and harden as I caressed it.
“You‘re going to have some explaining to do if someone walks in on us. You know that don’t you,” I told him.
Robert nodded and pulsed his cock as I squeezed it, “You‘d better hurry up then,” he replied glancing over his shoulder at me.
That was the exact response I wanted to hear. I started to pump my hand up and down his cock. It was long, about eight inches, maybe more, and with a lovely circumcised head. I decided that I needed a little lubrication. I licked my hand and replaced it over the head of his cock. The sighs coming from Robert were immensely pleasurable to hear. I licked my hand again and then started to rub the length of his cock in earnest.
I really wanted him to come, and I started to wank his cock hard and fast but it was my words that finally tipped him over the edge.
I pulled on his cock and when I reached the top I whispered to him, ”You want to cum, don’t you?” I suggested.
“You want to let your spunk shoot out, don’t you?” Robert never replied, but I could feel his cock pulse in my hands.
“It would be a shame to let the urinal have all this gorgeous juice, don’t you think?” I suggested.
This time Robert nodded.
“I bet you‘re fucking close aren‘t you?” I asked once more.
Robert never replied as my hand pumped his cock. It was such a fine cock, it was extremely firm and erect and full of expectation and it felt excruciatingly nice in my fist. I pulled on it some more, “Your cock feels so fucking gorgeous in my hand,” I told him, “Would you like to empty your balls now?”
Robert nodded.
“Right now, or in a few more strokes?” I stroked his cock three more times as I said the words.
A strained but urgent, “now…” emanated from Robert’s lips.
“You want to shoot your cum, do you?”
“Yes,” came a laboured reply. I kept stroking his cock. I started to move Robert around so that he faced away from the urinal.
I looked him in the eyes as I fisted him.
“Right now?” I asked.
“Now,” he replied.
I started to pump my fist a lot faster as I squatted down and aimed his cock at my mouth.
My lips covered the shiny purple head just as his spunk jetted from his cock. I pulled a few more times as I eagerly swallowed his cum. Jet after jet hit the back of my throat and I sucked and swallowed it all before allowing his cock to slide down my throat.
Robert was breathing heavily, panting into the air as his cock convulsed, emptying his balls into my mouth.
I squeezed and sucked the remaining spunk from his cock, and I swallowed all his juices just before his cock started to recede and lose its ardent rigidness.
I stood up, still swallowing and making a point of scooping some spunk from the side of my mouth with my finger. I sucked on it.
“Better put that away before someone comes in,” I told him.
I headed for the door, opened it gently and looked into the corridor before leaving the Gents.
Robert joined me back at the table. I watched him as he sat opposite me.
“So,” I said, smiling at him, “Do you think you and Emma are going to invite me round for some fun!”
Robert leaned across the table, “without any doubt,” he replied as he started to smile and giggle.
“What are you giggling for?” I asked.
“You have some of my spunk in your beard, better lick that off before you leave here. It’s not that sort of pub!”
