I'd agreed to meet my son Jake in Leeds city centre one Saturday afternoon. He was in his second year of studying at the university there and, as I had most of the day free, I thought it would be nice for the two of us to meet up for a coffee and chat.
I was picking my friend Guy up at seven for one of our regular evenings of Sky Sports and beer (followed, as tradition dictated, by sex and a sleepover) but I could make the drive back in about two hours.
I arrived in Leeds early because I wanted to do a bit of shopping first. I was hoping to find some underwear which would show off the bulge of my cock and balls when I was cruising men for sex, and I thought some of Leeds' smaller independent shops would be more likely to have the sort of thing I was after.
For years, I'd always chosen the most unremarkable underwear I could find, having been ashamed of my over-sized genitals since adolescence, but now that I was much more confident and could enjoy the effect that my large penis so often had on other men, I felt like becoming a bit more adventurous. I wanted something colourful and which had a pouch which emphasized my endowment rather than just accommodated it, and yet something which didn't look like I was trying to dress my forty-odd year old body as if I thought I was some athletic young stud.
In the end I found some very nice pairs of briefs, albeit a touch more expensive than I had been expecting to pay, in a shop off Briggate called 'The Bull Room'. It was clearly aimed at the gay market because it also sold books and magazines with hot-looking guys on their covers. After perusing the underwear racks, I flicked through a few choice titles, pleased that other men were looking at me leafing through gay porn and suddenly proud to be flaunting my bisexuality so publicly.
I allowed my jeans to betray the interest I had in looking at picture of attractive young men having sex with each other, letting my co-shoppers see that my interests were very much skewed towards the anal. I adjusted my bulge to make it obvious that I was developing an erection from the pictures of male couples rimming and fucking, and smiled back at my onlookers when they grinned to show that they liked what they saw.
My problem at that point was that I wasn't sure what one did next in such establishments. I'd read that in the US, gay 'bookshops' have booths out the back where guys can retreat together for some discreet through-the-fly fun. But this shop didn't seem to offer any such amenities and so after ten minutes or so of smirks and crotch tugs that seemed to be heading nowhere, I bought the briefs I'd selected and headed back to the Rogerson Shopping Mall where I'd agreed to meet Jake at about two.
I took the escalator upstairs to find the coffee shop Jake had suggested and, before going in to grab us a table, I spotted some toilets on the walkway opposite. I realised I had time to change into a pair of my new briefs so that I could give Guy a surprise later on after we'd had a few drinks and were getting sexy on the sofa. Guy isn't the biggest fan of cute men's underwear, being a lot further to the straight side of the bisexual spectrum than I am, but he'd find it funny when I pulled down my trousers to reveal my enhanced bulge in all its gaudy-coloured glory.
I went into the gents which was stiflingly crowded. I had to wait a few minutes for a stall to become free and once inside struggled to change into my new underpants in the confined space. I was still running a semi from the hard-on I'd grown in the shop so once the briefs were finally on, the large bulge of my thickened cock in the snugly-fitting pouch looked, even if I admitted it myself, absolutely stunning.
Men were coming and going from the cubicles, and toilets were regularly flushing as doors banged open and shut, and it was only after the one next to mine was vacated and then rapidly reoccupied, that I noticed a large round hole in the partition through which a couple of fingers were casually rubbing. Recognising the universal signal for 'I'm up for some fun if you are,' I knelt down to apply my eye to the hole. There in the next cubicle, as I'd expected, was a fully erect cock being slowly masturbated and I smiled at my good fortune on managing to get a quick one in before meeting up with Jake.
The occupant of the next cubicle was, it seemed, quite a young man. I could see the bottom of a fashionable t-shirt, dark blue in colour with deliberately washed-out writing, and his underpants were lime green boxer-briefs of the type my son wears. The waistband read 'Diesel', a brand I'd often seen among Jake's piles of laundry when he comes home, and I wondered if my neighbour might be a student like him - perhaps one of his classmates, even. Indeed, it occurred to me that the large erection I was watching being alluringly wanked might well have been sucked by my son because, like me, he has come to embrace his bisexuality with active enthusiasm.
The beautiful sight of the young man's cock was abruptly replaced with his eye so I stood up myself and showed him the prominent bulge that I was now running in my colourful briefs. I was pleased I was wearing my new underwear because I thought it must make me look younger than I really am. A twenty-year-old lad might not be so keen to have fun if he knew that his potential playmate was well into his forties.
I pulled the front of my underpants down to release my stiffening cock and two large hairy nads and then wrapped my hand around my shaft to show my onlooker what my own masturbation looks like. I flaunted my large helmet, looking slick and shiny as my foreskin slid back and forth, and showed him how my organ takes on an upward curve as it thickens and hardens and achieves its full size. Then I released it for him and let him see it standing upright in all its resplendent glory with my balls being pushed outwards by the waistband of my briefs which was hitched down underneath them.
My young friend obviously liked what he saw because his fingers were soon back in the hole, making a rubbing gesture which told me that if I worked my erection through the round opening, he would willingly suck as much of it as his mouth could take.
I had other ideas, though. I've never been a big fan of receiving blow-jobs from either men or women but am happy to administer them, especially as foreplay before a nice vigorous bout of anal breeding.
So I made the same gesture for my neighbour, rubbing two fingers of my own against the smooth breach in the partition. As I'd expected, he was far more eager to take up the offer and within seconds his wonderfully large and veiny cock was being urgently thrust through the hole.
I was greatly impressed with my companion's enormous size. For a young man, his hard-on was magnificent, being prominently thicker than mine and a good inch or so longer. The head of it was a huge purple plum and the its shaft was coursed with his blood vessels which throbbed to his heartbeat and made his organ pulsate.
I went down on it hungrily, managing to get six or seven inches of it into my mouth and throat and sucking powerfully at its length to draw his precum onto my tongue. It tasted surprisingly familiar - strongly evocative of my own salty discharge - and I had the odd sensation that I was fellating myself. Putting such silly thoughts aside, I got on with pleasuring the young student, sweeping my lips rapidly back and forth along his shaft and swallowing down the dribbling juice he was feeding me.
He abruptly pulled himself back through the hole and his two fingers returned to the opening, gesturing for me to direct my own cock through it so that he could return the favour.
Again, though, I had other ideas. I put a finger into the hole and made a circular gesture which I hoped he would interpret as meaning, 'Turn around'.
I heard a chuckle, which reminded me of someone who I couldn't immediately place, and then a pale, pert backside was promptly pressed up against the partition.
The lad knew what I wanted because he positioned himself so that the hole was level with his own. Then he bent forwards to splay open the hairy crack of his arse and the large swollen gape of anus, blinking at me from within, told me that he might be up for more than just a rim-job.
This was a lad who liked taking a cock up his butt. The pinkness and puffiness of his rear made it obvious this was a regular pursuit for him.
I leaned my face in for a sniff of the young man's opening and found it so ripe and pungent that my cock started oozing goo from its slit. I had to swallow a few times from how much my mouth was watering at its full-on ferocity and I started wanking myself rapidly, hoping that my friend might let me extend something much larger than my tongue through the partition and into him.
Once again I had the sensation of having smelled this lovely rich stink before. Was it evocative of my friend Bradley who I met with from time to time... his arse had a deliciously harsh odour when I fucked him up it? Or was it one of Jake's buddies who he brought home from uni? Yes, it must be Marcus or Will I was reminded of... standing at my son's bedroom door smelling the arousing feculence of boy buggery hammering at full pelt behind it.
Dismissing such distractions, I craned in to squeeze my mouth in between his pudgy cheeks and to lap sensually at my companion's puffy rosebud. I heard him whisper, "Aw yeah!" as I licked into his fantastically foul-tasting opening and then rimmed him as deeply as I could with long wet flicks of my tongue.
