Set back from the road the small building stood in a glade of trees, it really did look like a small cottage complete with windows and doors and a tiled roof, but no chimney bellowing smoke not that is wasn't a hot house.
If a building could talk then this cottage could tell many a tale...
The bike was propped up against a tree not far from the cottage, he had often passed by the place and heard rumours about what went on in there but today was the first time he had plucked up the courage to go in. Robbie was 19 but looked a lot younger his dark hair and brown eyes and fit body had most of the girls at college trying to chat him up, but he was not interested he wanted cock not pussy.
He stood at the urinal his cock in hand, Robbie hand a nice smooth cock about 7" hard and quite thick his large heavy balls laden with young cum hung nicely as he gently stroked his cock. He heard a car draw up he was wary just in case he was attacked for being a queer by men not looking for fun so he stopped stroking and began to pee as the man walked in and stood next to him.
The guy was older probably in late thirties was tall and thin and he glanced over at Robbie smiled then looked down at his cock, Robbie had stopped peeing and was now shaking his cock clean of piss. The man took out his cock out and was stroking it watching Robbie he was well hung about 8" soft and getting bigger with each stroke his big purple head oozing pre-cum and the thick shaft had large veins running down it.