Cottage tales

I was on my knees with Steve's cock still in my mouth and now Ian pushed his in my arse. He had only rimmed me and so only spit lubricated my back passage. However it went in steadily and soon he was up to his balls inside me. I was being spit-roasted. He fucked me for about five minutes and then they changed places. Steve's cock was actually fatter than Ian's and I felt my ring stretch further to accommodate him. They changed over several times. It felt really good. Ian finally came in my arse and Steve took his out of my mouth and ploughed me as well until he had shot his load. I had had my first multiple fucking session and was keen to experience it again.

'Have you tried the cottage inside the park?' Ian asked me.

'No,' I said. 'I didn't know there was one.'

Ian told me whereabouts in the park it was.

'I think you will have a good time there,' he said. 'The closets have got a cock size glory hole. It's starting to get popular and you should be able to have lots of dick to suck or to take up the arse.'

I was so turned on hearing this that I started to get dressed straightaway and left Ian's flat shortly afterwards. I found the cottage and went inside. It was now evening time and nearly dark. The toilet was unlit. There were lots of guys in there though. Both closets were shut and presumably occupied so I went to the nearest urinal and stood there holding my cock. I did not need a pee but holding my dick and looking around me at other guys also stroking themselves made me go hard. It was impossible to hide the fact and soon I had a guy either side of me. I could see their cocks and they were equally hard.

Then one of them moved his hand and grabbed my dick. I turned round to face him. The one behind me started to massage my buttocks. I offered no resistance and had my eyes closed. Then my belt was being undone and soon my trousers fell to the floor. Hands went inside my pants and felt the flesh of my butt. Another hand were cradling my balls. Soon my pants joined my trousers down by my ankles and a finger was poking at my hole. As it was still wet from the recent fucking, the finger disappeared in me.

This indicated to the guy behind me what I was capable of and he replaced his finger with his cock. I was still upright but he pushed on my shoulders slightly so that I bent over. The bloke who had been feeling my cock stepped back a bit and my face was level with his dick. I opened my mouth and it disappeared inside. At the same time a cock was entering my arsehole. I was being spit-roasted again but this time it was in a public toilet with two guys I had never met before. Also there was quite an audience of other guys who were gently wanking themselves and hoping they could have a go at penetrating me as well.

I didn't have a care about anybody walking in and disturbing us and neither did anyone else. I spent over an hour in there with my pants down the whole time and a cock either in my arse or mouth or both. By the end of it I had lost my shirt as well and was totally naked.. I stopped looking to see who was penetrating me next and let anyone who wanted take me. By the time they had all finished it was very dark and I could hardly see anything. I found my clothes and pulled up my pants and trousers which immediately became saturated with the accumulated spunk that was either in my arsehole or had dribbled out down my legs. That dampness gave me a horny feeling as I made my way home.

Having found this cottage I was a regular visitor there and more often than not got my fair share of cock. However one day it was closed never to reopen. It was thought that some well-meaning person had thought that the activities that I and other queers got up to had to be stopped. I was disappointed but not disheartened as I knew there would be other cottages that I would find offering similar delights. And it was not long before I found one.

In the meantime I was still engaged and not much later I was married. At the time I did not think that my encounters with men was anything more than a bit of fun and that there was no reason why I should not carry on having sex in this way as well as shagging my wife. Of course she never learnt about my extra-marital activities. I never thought that being fucked by a guy was anything more than an extra sort of thrill in my already fulfilled sex life.

I now lived on the outskirts of Birmingham and used to pass a number of toilets on the journey to work in the city centre. Occasionally I stopped at one on the way back home which had a gloryhole. There was nearly always some activity going on there and if I managed to get in one of the closets I was sure to have a cock to either suck or have in my arse. I never fucked any guys myself as I was reluctant to mix cunt and arse.

I was attending evening classes one night per week and on the way to the college I found this cottage in Wednesbury which was obviously a good cruising place. I didn't have a car then and so I was dependent on the chaps I met having one so that I got my ration of cock in the arse. There was a young chap, no more than eighteen who used to go in the cottage, and I really fancied him. I reckoned he was on the game as I used to see him waiting in a street nearby where he would get picked up by fairly old guys who had cars. I managed once to feel his cock and he felt mine. I asked him if he liked taking it and he nodded but that was as far as we got.

I did meet one guy in there who had a car. He had just been fucked in one of the closets and I caught sight of him taking it. It got me so aroused I decided I wanted to fuck him myself. He agreed and he drove me to a quiet place and I fucked a guy for the first time. After that I met another chap who was quite camp and he wanted me to fuck him. I had bought a car by this time and we went to a quiet place that I had been driven to before and we stripped and fucked. I had kissed many men up to this point but this chap was the sweetest kisser I had come across. I met him a couple of more times and always for a fuck and unlike most men, with him, it was like shagging a woman.

After a couple of years of marriage I had a daughter and I also moved jobs and location. I was now working in the north-west of England and for the first few months I was on my own again while we sold one house and moved to another. This gave me the opportunity to explore cottages at any convenient time when I wasn't working. I found one that had a brick missing in the wall separating the two closets. It was a very active cottage and I went there nearly every evening.

There was always at least one cock to suck and on many occasions I would hook up with a guy and go off in my car somewhere quiet where he fucked me. It was a varied crowd that went in there and a lot were younger than me which made it all the more attractive. I did see a bloke from work there one night waiting to go into one of the closets. He recognised me as well but neither of us said hello or referred to it when we met at work later. It did not seem appropriate.

Even when my wife joined me I used to visit the cottage whenever I had the chance. This was usually once a week when I had to work late. One time I met a youngish guy and we went off in my car and he fucked me. After that whenever we were both in the cottage at the same time, maybe waiting for a closet to be free, we would go off together.

I soon moved from this job however and moved back to the Midlands once more. For a period of time I was on my own again and I started cottaging whenever I got the chance. I returned to the cottage in Wednesbury and met a chap called Peter. He was very camp and not really my ideal man. However we became friends and about once a week we used to go to a restaurant and enjoy a meal together before finding some quiet place. He told me he didn't like taking cock and despite his appearing so feminine he wanted to fuck me. For about six weeks I had a regular sex partner. I never had any strong feelings for him but he did for me and when my wife joined me and I had to stop seeing him he was very upset. It was the first time I had realised that two men could have deep feelings for each other.

During the time I was seeing Peter I went into a cottage in Birmingham city centre. I was in a closet but there were no gloryholes. There was a sizeable gap under the dividing partition. I could see a foot from next door edging its way towards me and I responded in similar fashion. We touched feet and then we both got on our knees and started to feel each other. This went on for no more than a minute when there was a loud banging on the closet door and a voice telling me to open up. I didn't but whoever was outside was opening the door anyway and soon I was face to face with a plain-clothes policeman.

I was arrested for gross indecency and taken to the police station along with the guy I had been feeling. It seems that the police were on their hands and knees looking under the closet walls and saw us groping each other. Fortunately the other chap was over twenty one otherwise I would have been in even more trouble. As it was I was dead scared of both my wife finding out and for the arrest to be reported in the paper and my being found out at work. Neither eventuality happened as it was only treated as a minor offence but it made me more careful in future and to look around to see if any coppers were in the vicinity.

The bloke who was caught with me happened to mention one cottage that I had not gone into before. This place was so active it was known as the 'silver slipper' by the gays who used it. I took the first opportunity to go there. It was in the city centre and below ground. Although there were some closets the activity took place at the urinals. I scored straightaway with a lad of about eighteen. He came with me in the car to a quiet place I knew. On the way he was feeling my cock through my trousers and I was getting very aroused. We wasted no time when we got there and he stripped naked before I screwed his arse. Unfortunately like many attractive guys I met cottaging I never saw him again.

When we had found a house and my wife joined me I had to curb my cottaging. In fact I nearly stopped altogether as I started to have an affair with another woman. The difference between being unfaithful with a woman rather than a man is that the chances of being found out are far greater. In my case it took about six months before my wife became suspicious and another couple of months before the truth came out.

I was still having sex with men occasionally. I expect I was over-sexed. When my wife found out about my affair with another woman she started divorce proceedings. I went to live with my mistress but it was a rocky relationship and after a while I went and lived on my own. Eventually I left the Midlands and went to live with a mate and his wife in Stoke. During the time I was with them I mainly shagged women until one day I got picked up by a chap about five years older than me and went back to his place. It was the first time I had stayed overnight with a feller. He fucked me before we went to sleep and again in the middle of the night. It was great and I knew that this was the type of sex that I preferred.

I met a few guys after that but it was a long time before I spent the night with a feller again. I had by now moved to London and was self-employed. I had no fixed address and used my parents home for business purposes. I was staying in guest-houses while I worked away. For the first time I went to a gay pub and picked up a young chap who turned out to be rent but did not charge me. We went back to my hotel and he stayed the night. I fucked him several times and later we went to Brighton for the weekend. I enjoyed having sex with him but in the end it turned out he was only looking for a free meal ticket and I didn't go with him again.

I started to discover that it was possible to not only have a great sexual experience with a man but to have tenderness as well. One time I was returning north and stopped at the 'silver slipper' in Birmingham and picked up a young chap. He asked me if I would drive him home which was about thirty miles out of my way. I said I would so long as we could have some fun. He agreed but said that it would have to be in the car as he couldn't take me into the house which he shared with his parents. We stopped in a deserted car park that I had known about from a previous encounter and we both stripped.

I was expecting only for us to fuck but he started to lick me all over and I felt those sensations that come about when someone is stimulating those parts of the body that quite often get ignored. He hardly kissed me but when he did it was a rapturous feeling and I had only one desire that I wanted fulfilled before we had to continue our journey and that was for him to fuck me. He was not particularly big but because I was so turned on by him it did not matter and for a few minutes I was totally in love.

There was no way this encounter could be taken further as geographically we were too far apart. Also he had a number of boyfriends and was in no mood to commit to one. But he did open my eyes to the possibility of finding someone with whom I could have a romantic relationship.

I was now driving some distance to work and on my journey I had noticed a sign for a picnic area and in addition the word 'Toilets'. This needed investigation and I drove into the area designated as a carpark. Surrounding it was plenty of picnic tables set in the grassland. There were also woods beyond. However set apart from the picnic tables was a building that could only be a toilet block.

I locked up the car and walked up to it. I was right and it was divided into ladies and gents. I went in the gents door and found myself in a fairly small area where there were two closets and a urinal trough. I looked at the walls for tell-tale graffiti and realised that this was probably a very active place especially in the evenings when the picnickers had gone home.

It was October when I next went to the cottage and the evenings were starting to draw in. By the time I got there darkness was falling fast. I thought I would see if there was anybody else in the carpark. There were a couple of cars. I sat for a while to see if anyone was gong to come out of the cottage. There was no sign of movement. However a bloke approached one of the cars with his dog and drove off. I wondered if the other car belonged also to a dog walker.

I decided to investigate the cottage anyway and headed towards it. It was almost pitch black inside and I could not make out if it was occupied or not. I felt my way towards the urinal trough and nearly trod on the person who was standing there. I stood alongside him and got my cock out. As it was so dark I could not see what he had in his hand but I knew he was stroking himself and so I made a grab towards where I thought his cock was. My hand landed on his leg but from there it easy to navigate towards his crutch.

I grabbed hold of a thick hard cock and started to wank it. He was moving his hands over my body and aiming to grasp my cock but I steered him to feel my arse. I had undone the belt of my trousers and the fly was half undone so that it was easy for him to slip his hand down inside my pants and feel my arse. He got the message and I felt his warm hands on my buttocks. I moved a bit to try and steer him to feel my hole. He was as keen to poke me as I was to be poked and soon his finger had found its mark and was being pushed in my eager hole which opened up as he applied pressure to it.

I slid down my trousers and pants so that my buttocks were completely free of clothing. I now turned my back to the feller and bent over. I could not have given him a more obvious invitation. His cock pressed against my hole and I pushed back on it. He began to enter me and as he did so he grasped my hips. Soon he was up to his balls inside me and began to pump my arse. The fact that he was a complete stranger and that the cottage was totally unlit and we could only grope each other made it all the more arousing and I urged on his pounding of my arse until finally he gave a moan and jabbed his cock deep in me while he shot his creamy load.

It was a great introduction to a new cottage on my itinerary. As it was still early I stayed in the cottage after he had left in the hope that someone else would come in. I opened the door and looked at the carpark but did not see any new cars parked there. The the lights of an approaching vehicle appeared through the trees that lined the way to the carpark. A car soon arrived and parked. I wondered if anyone from it would come to the cottage. It was unlikely that anyone would use the toilet unless they were cottaging and so I stayed. From inside the toilet I heard a car door close and then footsteps approaching. I stood at the urinal and waited.

The door opened and a bloke fumbled his way to the bog. He brushed past me but I held my ground. We stood next to each other for about a minute when I moved my hand to his crutch and got hold of his cock which was semi-hard. My trousers were still down by my knees and when he went to grope me he realised I was exposing a lot of bare flesh. Quickly he found my hole and discovered it was wet with the spunk already pumped in it. It was enough to get him fully worked up and he soon was bending me over so that he could penetrate me himself.

In about five minutes he had shot his load and left. I decided to wait a bit longer and within a couple of minutes another bloke was next to me and I was feeling his cock and he had his finger in my arse. As I was bending over to let him screw me another guy came in and before he had even got to the urinal I had grabbed his hips and was rubbing my face against the material of his trousers covering his crutch. I felt his cock hardening against my cheek. He whipped it out and I wrapped my mouth around it. The bloke in my arse soon came and he was replaced by the one I was sucking. By the time he had come I had had four cocks within half an hour.

It was time to head off home and I wiped myself on some tissue I had had the foresight to bring with me and pulled up my trousers and left the cottage vowing to return the next evening for a repeat of the horny fun I had just enjoyed.

That evening as I lay in bed wanking I replayed in my mind the fucking from a few hours earlier. I decided that next time I would wear clothes that could be easily removed so that I was standing virtually naked next to the guy who I wanted to fuck me. I had an old pair of jeans which were quite tight and a zip up jacket. I reckoned if I just wore those two items of clothing then I could slide my jeans down to my ankles and unzip the jacket so that with a gently push it would slide off me and render me as good as naked. The next morning I packed the clothes in the boot of the car.

When I drove up to the carpark that night I took time first to change into the jacket and jeans. I wore nothing else underneath. Once attired in this fashion I went into the cottage. It was empty so I waited at the urinal. Within a few minutes the reflection of car headlights told me someone was approaching the carpark. I undid the waist button of my jeans and slid down the fly, I also undid the zip of the jacket. About a minute later a guy had come in and was standing next to me.

I knew he must be after sex and so without hesitation I groped for his cock and found it was semi-hard. His hand wandered over to my crutch and he was able easily to get his hands right inside my jeans. I helped him by sliding them down over my bum. My genitals were completely accessible to him. Once he realised this he explored that region more thoroughly and discovered that my arse was bare. His finger found my hole and as I had greased it slightly he pushed it right in me.

By this time his cock was fully erect and I had an open tube of KY handy and applied some of it to his cockhead and shaft. Then I turned round and bent over. He wasted no time getting his cock deep in me and started to pump it in and out steadily. As he was doing this I removed my jacket altogether and he ran his hands up my chest and grabbed my nipples. Everything that I had hoped for was happening. I was nude and being fucked. The guy fucking me was caressing my naked body and I knew he would not last long. Soon he climaxed and shot a load of spunk in me.

As soon as he had come he pulled out of me and put his cock away and left the cottage. I simply put on my jacket again and pulled up my jeans which were so tight-fitting they did not need fastening. I stayed at the urinal and waited for the next bloke which did not take very long. I had found a formula for satisfying my needs and I visited this cottage almost every weekday evening for the next few months which was over the winter period. In the new year as spring approached the evenings were lighter and not so many cars seemed to arrive. Perhaps like me the majority liked to fuck in the dark. I began a search for another cottage that was more active but which was also on my way to and from work.

This cottage was good for cruising for many years but it was knocked down in the end after many complaints were received. The surrounding woods though provided the necessary cover for other cruising however until all the area was taken over to build a bypass.

There was one more thing that happened there when the cottage was still in existence. On a summer day I stopped there in the morning to have a pee. It was the first time I had gone there at that time of day. As I used to get to work very early it was only about half six. Not unexpectedly there was no-one about. I left a message in one of the closets saying that if anyone was interested in having an early morning fuck I would be there the next day at seven.

I didn't expect any response but imagine my surprise when, having arrived there at half six and changed into just my jeans and a t-shirt, two cars arrived. The drivers of both headed into the cottage and I followed them. They were there because they had seen my message and they both fucked me. It was a great start to the day. I never met up with them again and although I used to stop there in the mornings fairly often no other cars arrived at that time.

The next active cottage I used frequented was in a park off the motorway which was again on the way back home from work. It was used by everybody and so cruising at the urinal was not advisable. However between the two closets was a brick wall with one of the bricks, at cock height, removed. I didn't use the cottage very often but I remember one time when I skived off work early. I got there about three in the afternoon and found one of the closets empty.

I looked through and could see the guy the other side stroking his cock. I scribbled a note on some bog paper saying that I wanted a hard cock to pump its cream in my arse, and passed it through the hole. The bloke stood up and put his cock through the hole which I took to be a signal that he wanted to fuck me. I wasn't wrong and, after positioning myself so that he could reach my hole, he entered me and began to pump my arse hard as the intervening wall would allow. It didn't take long for him to come and I stayed in the closet waiting for the next bloke to appear which was only a few minutes later.

While I was waiting I wrote another note along the same lines as the previous one and as soon as I saw the person next door stroking himself I passed it through the hole. Within a couple of minutes of him going in the closet he was hard and inside my arse pumping another load in me. I had ten guys in succession fuck me in this way and the only reason I left the cottage was because I had to get home.

I never had the same experience in there again although I did get fucked quite a few times through the hole and on one occasion went back to someone's flat to be fucked. In time the cottage was replaced with a modern structure that eliminated all possibility of the type of cruising I had got used to.

For a long time I worked in the suburbs of London. At lunchtimes I would occasionally visit a cottage near to my place of work. None of them were particularly active and it was a bit hit and miss as to whether anything would happen. However I did meet a guy in the early eighties. He lived in England but was Portuguese. He name was Carlos and he was really good looking. The first time I met him we just played with each other at the urinal. He had a large cock which I enjoyed sucking. The next time we met in the same cottage he invited me back to his flat which was only a walk away. This time we stripped and fucked each other. He had a beautiful tanned slim body. He was also very sensual. He let me have his telephone number and asked me to ring him next time I wanted to shag with him. I did so a fortnight later and it was just as good as the first time.

I saw him once more but this time he told me he was moving into central London and was not able to give me contact details. I didn't see him again for about three years until I was also working in central London. He had an unusual surname and so I easily found him in the phone book and when I rang he had remembered me as he kept a diary of all his encounters. He had a flat a fair distance from my office but it was possible for me to visit him early in the morning before I started work which suited him as he was working night shifts in a hotel and arrived home himself at seven thirty in the morning.

For the next six years we met regularly at his flat and he used to fuck me with his big cock. Occasionally I fucked him as well. It was only when I went to work in the Midlands that I lost touch with him altogether.

During the interval when Carlos had moved to central London I met another chap who also took me back to his flat. We met about three or four times and each time he fucked me. He also introduced me to poppers and it certainly enhanced our shagging.

By the end of the eighties it became the norm to use condoms. At first this seemed to take the edge off fucking but it could have its advantages. One cottage I used with a glory hole was quite active at lunchtimes and I would go in the closet and strip off completely. If there was someone in the next closet it, seeing me naked was usually enough that they would either stick their finger or dick through. After giving their cock a quick suck of wank I would then pass a condom through the hole. If the guy wanted to fuck me he would take it and put it on. If it was ignored I knew he was not interested in doing that and I would probably suck him. All this would happen without any notes being passed between us or time wasted in trying to decide who wanted what.

Similarly in another of the cottages that was unlit at night I would, once I had established that the guy next to me was hard, pass him a condom and nine times out of ten he would put it on and I would bend over and grease my arse so that minimum time was lost before he was giving me the screwing I wanted.

But gradually the cottages where either closed or knocked down and now none remain near where I live. The last time I had sex in a cottage is probably twelve years ago. Whenever I go to a sauna I like to go in the glory hole booths where there will always be an abundance of cocks that I will happily slide my arse onto. But there's a world of difference between a sauna and a cottage. In the case of the latter I really used to enjoy the randomness of the encounter and general seediness of the location.

For random thrills I turned my attention to outdoor cruising and found that it was and still is very satisfying especially at night when only the moonlight illuminates the activities of couples and groups enjoying intimate bodily contact.

I expect I will continue to cruise until the day I die and then maybe my gravestone will bear he legend:

The queen of cottages when he dies
Will have erected to the skies,
In memory of his love of cock,
A penis sculpted out of rock.