meatlocker ch1

I picked you up at a public toilet. We were both pretending to have a piss

and I could see you looking at my cock. It is not spectacularly long, about

seven and a half inches, but it is VERY thick, around three and a half

inches, which means that wherever I stick it when hard has to stretch out to

a circumference of nearly eleven inches.


You have that look of nervous excitement that I look for in new meat to

train, so I turn towards you and show you my cock in its fullness. Like

so many at this stage you freeze, the excitement dieing and the fear

blossoming in your eyes as if it is a threat (it is, but you don’t

fully realise that yet).


I close the gap between us, calmly so as not to jar you out of your

indecision and gently take your hand and place it on my pole. Although

your hand is average sized, it only goes halfway around its girth, so you

timidly grip it and stroke the skin gently, some exitement returning to your

eyes.


I play with your package, on the small side, and slide a hand down the back

of your trainers and inside your underwear. Hmm! promising, obviously a pair of

your wifes (you have the defeated look of the “pussy-whipped” husband). Inside your

knickers I finger your slit and the very tight, clearly virgin, pucker of your

arsehole.