Something fast that spun up when I thought of trips to the UK and my early days and meeting older, more assertive men. Been writing from a top's perspective lately but it's time for our protagonist to get a nice firm cock up him again as it's the easiest to write naturally. Comments are desired and appreciated and hopefully I haven't mangled UK english too badly from memory.
The quaint and old streets were something I marveled at. Much of it likely built before the US was founded. I was a naïve 19 in the UK and I still gawked like a tourist. The university was likewise majestic and old.
In my free time I walked through different parts of the coastal town. It was big enough and the university was almost at the center near the river. I wandered about a couple of weeks in.
I have to admit I enjoyed the fact I could drink here legally whereas at home I couldn't. As the rain began to pour I ducked into the pub thinking a nice pint while waiting it out. Approaching the bar I noticed the bartender looking me up and down and thought it odd for the UK but soon had my pint and took it back to a table along with pasty as I settled in.
The pub was fairly empty and the bartender came out from behind the bar and busied himself arranging chairs and tables to his liking. I couldn't help but notice he was extremely large. Like NFL lineman sized. Probably at least 6-6 and massively thick while not being fat. Must be a rugby player based on all that. I would imagine tackling him would not be for the faint hearted.
I looked down at my phone when I heard him. "So from your accent I'm guessing your from America. Vacation or work?"
I'd found it was bit unusual to have small talk in the UK and in fact I was a bit surprised. It had been difficult to get to know anyone except my fellow Americans here so far.
"Yeah, California in fact. Here studying at the university on exchange for the year."
"Well let me pour you a pint as a welcome. Do you want something to eat as well?"
I had built a fish and chips habit up by now and they claimed theirs were hand breaded, fresh from the docks so I ordered that. My budget didn't allow for eating out all that much but I figured I'd indulge myself this time.
The pint appeared and the food not much later as the bartender who introduced himself as Jeremy would come over to talk.
The food was delicious. Little bits of almost rock salt embedded in the breading and generous portions. The pint became two and the lovely buzz of the alcohol. I nodded when he asked if I wanted a third.
It was slow motion. The glass turned over and its contents slid effortlessly along the tabletop to drench the front of my pants.
"Sorry about that mate. Let me throw those in wash for you. Don't worry about paying. Least I can do. You can wait upstairs in my flat and I'll send up another pint while you wait."
The booze made me agreeable and I didn't have any place to be. It had been the most conversation I had had in my time here so far.
The flat was nicely sized for the UK with lots of windows and a modern layout.
"Alright then, strip down and I'll get these in the wash.
"Hey, I'm a bit grotty at the moment. Had to get up early for a delivery. I'm going to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home."
I looked at my phone and sipped the pint which slipped down easily. The door opened and to my surprise Jeremy walked through completely nude and I averted my eyes but not before taking in his thickly furred chest and a thick and long dangling cock that extended a third of the way down his thigh.
"Do you want another pint or some tea?... "
"Uh... Sure... tea"
I had my eyes down still. The image of his manhood burned into my brain. That so masculine body. Suddenly feeling very much my 19 years in the presence of it.
"Let me put on the kettle..." I looked up and saw him moving through the kitchen. Now seeing all of him at close range. It twitched and thickened and I stared uncomprehending as it seemed like the blood flow into his fleshly cudgel was visible. The shaft lifting away from his leg and rising quickly to forty-five degrees.
"I think our tea will have to wait" he said as he moved next to me and picked up my hand to place on his appendage.
It was hot and silky and throbbing. The first cock I'd ever touched other than my own. "Rub it lad. Pet it like a live thing... "
And I did. Not really thinking of what I was doing but pleased by the warm softness. "First cock for you...?"
That broke me from my cock induced stupor and I went to move my hand but his quickly engulfed mine and kept it there.
"Keep it there lad and keep stroking. Take something home to America other than book learning."
His voice was authoritative and I felt the urge to please. My hand moving up and down the shaft.
"That's it, give it a pet" as it stood absolutely erect now. A liquid drop at the tip.
"Stand up and let's get a better look at you..." When I did I felt his large hand engulf my round cheek and another around my cock and balls.
"Got a lovely round arse lad..." he said as he palmed said arse thoroughly. Fingertips slid under the fabric of my underwear and I soon found them halfway down my thighs.
Those fingers strayed to my crack and I felt my cheeks pried apart and a thick finger pressed its pad against my private hole.
I shivered at that. The feeling electric and forbidden. A tingling that shot from my hole up through my cock and into my lower belly and it made me slightly nauseous as the adrenaline peaked.
"Do you know what buggery is lad?"
"Uh.. No.. " came my tremulous voice. The finger rolled now. Front and back. Massaging me there.
"What about sodomy?"
"Uh... No..."
He pulled his finger from between my buttocks and pressed it into my mouth.
"Suck it lad. Make it wet..." and god help me I did until he pulled it from my mouth and I felt the wet digit back at my entrance. Prodding and pushing. I gave a start when I felt it slip in the entrance.
"Buggery and sodomy are the same thing. It's when a man takes his prick and puts it up the bottom of the receiver. You ever had something up this lovely arse?"
I gulped loudly "No..." His finger slid up me them all the way and I gasped at the foreign feeling.
