Edinburgh 1991 - A True Story: Chapter 1

The following happened when I was a student in Edinburgh.

It was January 1991, I was 21 and working on a project for university with some friends. As part of the project we had to build a piece of art (I won’t go into details) and required some materials. Having divided what we needed between us I discovered that my list was going to cost a significant part of my rent/beer money to purchase in an art shop.

I’d passed a small picture framers a few times on my way to university so I decided to drop in and see if they could help me. The first guy I spoke to was a skinny youth with dark hair and a long, floppy fringe (he was very cute) who seemed keen to help and said he’d ask the boss. He disappeared into the back shop and reappeared a moment later with a guy I recognised; he was a grey-haired, in his 50s, about my height (6’1”) & well built (not skinny like me). I’d seen him several times before in the public toilets/cottage near the university but never done anything with him.

As soon as he saw me he gave me a grin(he was behind his assistant who didn’t see) and my heart skipped a beat as he obviously recognised me – I wasn’t out to anyone at the time. He quickly dispatched the assistant to do something else and started asking what I was looking for. He asked if the local art shop couldn’t help with most of what I wanted, I said they could but I didn’t need as much as they sold in a complete pack of picture-framing wire, etc. and it was too expensive. He took my list from me and said “Well I’m sure we can come to some arrangement which will save your money” (another grin) and suggested I come back around 6pm.

Being January in Edinburgh it was dark when I got back to the shop (and raining – I was soaked) and to my surprise the shop was shut. I stood outside for a minute wondering if I’d got the wrong time (and getting wetter) when I realised the lights were on through the back, so I knocked on the door. Nothing happened, so I knocked harder. This time the boss appeared in the doorway to the back area and gave me that grin again. He unlocked the door (he seemed to take his time about it) and opened it standing in the doorway. He looked me up and down and said “Good, you came. And on time too”. He stood there a little longer, grinning at me and then said “Get through the back and get your wet clothes off”, it was an order, not a request and he stood aside as he said it. As I walked past him into the shop he patted my ass and said “All of them”.

I hurried through to the back which (unsurprisingly) was a workshop with stacks of framed pictures leaning on the walls and 2 workbenches which were empty except for a cardboard box. There were tools neatly stored on hooks on the walls and a couple of doors (one obviously a fire exit and the other I had no idea). I quickly stripped off my clothes (all of them), folded them neatly onto one of the workbenches and stood waiting, there was an electric heater on in the workroom and it was warm enough to be comfortable naked.

The Boss appeared in the doorway. He wasn’t grinning anymore, he looked serious now. He told me to look in the box and asked if that was everything he wanted. I peered inside and everything I’d asked for was there (tape, glue, wire, I can’t remember the list anymore, lol) and in generous amounts. I said “Yes, thanks very much” and he replied “There’s no need to thank me, but if I’ve given you everything you want then you should return the favour and give me EVEYTHING I want. Does that seem fair?” I agreed that it did. He then looked down at my hard cock and said “I think you probably want the same things too tho’ don’t you?” and again I agreed that yes, I probably did. “Good” he said “now undress me”.

So I stepped up to him and started to unbutton his shirt. As I did I discovered that under his shirt he was a hairy guy and he obviously shaved or trimmed – he was covered in a layer of ginger hairs (not grey like the stuff on his head) all about 2 or 3mm long. He was also very fit. I was relieved to find I was seriously turned on by the guy – I’m not into hairy guys but a fit older guy is very hot and the feeling of that short fur was really sexy. I helped him out of the shirt, stroked his chest and nipples for a while and then started unfastening his belt, but he stopped me and said “Shoes first”. He sat on a workbench with his feet hanging in front of me so i knelt and undid his laces then pulled his shoes and sock off – they were big feet, bigger than mine (I’m a size 10) which made me wonder what I was in for (as a size 10 shoe wearer with a cock a little over 7” I believe what they say..). Then I stood up and unfastened his belt and trousers, but he was still sitting in front of me so I couldn’t pull them down. Instead he put his arms around my neck, pulled me towards him and put his tongue in my mouth.

We kissed for a while (I gave as good as i got which seemed to please him). As we kissed he stood up, pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them. Finally he stopped kissing me and pushed me slightly away from him. I could see his cock was hard in his pants (white Calvin Kleins) and reached out to stroke it. As soon as I did he barked “Put your hands behind your back” I did “Now kneel” again I did as I was told. The he stepped forward so his crotch was pressed into my face. I opened my mouth and chewed gently on his cock – I had seen it was long through his pants and now I could feel that it was fat too. As I chewed he encouraged me saying “Good boy” and “You like that don’t you?”. Finally he pushed the front of his Calvins down and his cock popped out – bigger than mine (maybe as much as 9”, straight and fat). I immediately put my lips round it and slid my mouth as far down as I could, he put his hands on the back of my head and gently held me there, pressing slightly so his cock strained at the back of my throat almost making me gag and stopping me breathing. He let go and I slid up and down his cock slowly – we repeated this process for quite a while, every few strokes he held my head until i started to gag or was obviously desperate to breath again before he let go. He said “My cock wasn’t on your list, but you obviously want it son.”

Finally he told me to stand and gave a series of orders “Turn around “ – the other work bench was in front of me now “Legs apart”. “Bend over”. Just for a moment I thought he was going to stick his unlubed cock straight in my ass and and I readied myself for the pain. Instead the first thing to hit my ass was a gob of spit and then his tongue was in me and I was moaning with pleasure. He obviously liked that and kept stopping to either compliment my ass or point out how much I obviously enjoyed it.
Finally he stood up and then bent over me, putting most of his weight on me so it was hard to breath and with his arms around me. I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass and I wriggled a little because it felt so good and he’d got me well up for a good fucking. Instead though he nibbled my ear, and then bit my neck and shoulder. In between bites he told me I was a sexy fucker, that he’d seen me at the cottage near the university (Nicholson Square toilets for those who know Edinburgh) a few times and had wondered when I’d come to him for a good fucking. As he spoke he held his hand in front of my face, told me to spit and then reached down and fingered my hole.

Finally (after what seemed an age of being nibbled, bitten, fingered and talked dirty at I felt him grab hold of his cock and line it up with my hole. “Condom” ran through my mind so I said it out loud. He stopped with his cock just inside my hole; it felt amazing and at that moment i just wanted fucked so I started to push my ass back onto his cock. He laughed a little as I did and then asked, suddenly serious “Do you want one? I can get one if you like?”. It was the first time he’d spoken to me gently and kindly rather than ordering me. I was turned on before (I love the feeling of being made to do something) but this sent me over the top – did I have Stockholm Syndrome? So I pushed my ass onto his cock and started sliding it in and out. He just stood over me and egged me on, telling me how good it felt, how much I wanted him.

I had my hands gripping the far side of the workbench, my feet apart on the floor and I was alternately slamming my ass into him and then my cock into the bench. I was desperate for both of us to cum and not thinking about anything else but how good it felt. I have no idea how long i did that for before he put his hands on my back and starting saying “sssh” gently and calmly as he massaged my shoulders, back and ass. Slowly I came back from whatever place I’d been (it was a bit like waking up) and slowed to a stop. I lay face down on the bench and my breathing which had been hard n deep slowly returned to normal. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and loved the feeling as it slowed, relaxed by him talking to me gently and massaging me.

Finally I asked “Did you cum?” (pretty sure I would’ve felt it if he had and hoping he hadn’t). “Not yet” he replied, “You want it, don’t you?”. I was relieved and said “Oh God, yes, I do”. He laughed again, but a kind laugh not harsh and said “You are such a cum hungry slut. Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon enough”. Then he slid his cock out of my ass, walked around the workbench and slid his cock into my mouth again. I sucked on it greedily, moaning and starting to get worked up again but he suddenly pulled out, walked away and went through the door (I alter found there was an office and a toilet through there). I just lay there relaxing and he soon came back with a bottle of poppers. He got me to stand, facing him and we kissed again, then suddenly he scooped me up in his arms (I couldn’t believe the guy’s strength) and gently placed me on my butt on the workbench. He pushed my chest so i lay down and then he lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. He leaned forward, put a hand behind my head to pull it up (I was now bent double so I could almost lick my own toes!) and held the open bottle under my nose. I took a long, deep sniff - my head started to spin and spots appeared before my eyes (it disappoints me that modern poppers don’t seem as strong and never do this to me). I lay back and closed my eyes, I heard him snort the poppers and then felt his cock slide into my hole again. One he was in he started to run a spit-covered hand over the head of my cock (I’m uncut but the foreskin slides right back when I’m hard so a lot of guys think I’m cut). I was in ecstasy, I closed my eyes and watched the patterns that I always used to get on the old style poppers and just enjoyed the feeling of him in my ass, his wet hand on my cockhead and knowing that I just had to lie there and enjoy it. Suddenly his hand was off my cock and he grabbed both my wrists, pinned them to the worktop and started pounding my ass. In a flash the gentle guy was gone again and The Boss was back holding my arms down with incredible strength and sliding that amazing cock in and out of my ass.

I have no idea how long he fucked me for, it seemed ages and he was hot and dripping sweat in my face as he did. I expected him to cum pretty quick (after all his cock had been thoroughly sucked, I’d pumped my ass on it and then sucked him again) but I was utterly wrong. He stopped twice to feed me more poppers and take some himself and although nobody was touching my cock (he still had my wrists pinned down and he was using both hands to keep me there) I knew I was in danger of shooting my load soon. So I warned him that I was close to cumming. Instantly he grabbed my cock and started wanking me. I could feel him tensing and knew he’d cum soon but it was just too much for me and I shot my load after about 5 strokes. I felt some hit my shoulder and tasted some on my lips (I licked it off - yum). My ass tightened as he fucked and i still thought he’d cum. Instead he pulled out, jumped onto the bench and sat on my chest with a leg on either side of me – I was short of breath anyway and struggled to breathe like that. I genuinely thought I might black out as he wanked off in my face. Finally just as I thought I was slapping his legs to try to tell him I was about to faint he started to cum and rose up onto his knees so he could shove his cock in my mouth. I tried to gasp a breath through my mouth and ended up choking and coughing as his cock went right down my throat still shooting cum – some of it came back out of my mouth. He stayed like that for a while and I managed to get a breath every time he lifted his cock a little.

Finally he climbed off me and knelt beside me on the benchtop smearing cum over my face and chest. He leant down and licked my face and then shoved his cummy tongue in my mouth. Then he barked “Stay there!”, jumped off the workbench and went through to the office. He came back with a Polaroid camera and started taking pics of my cum covered face, chest, my softening cock and my ass. I just lay there with my feet on the workbench, my knees bent and legs apart, my hands behind my head and elbows bent like my knees (trying o hide my face at least a little from the camera, thinking I’d never felt so tired in my life (and I was a cross-country runner – something that was partly responsible for my skinny build).

He walked across the workshop, picked up all my clothes and dumped them in the box, then brought the box to me and dumped it on top of me. He grabbed hold of my hair (I had long hair), gently pulled me upright and led me to the fire exit, then with one fluid movement pushed it open and pushed me out into a dark lane. As I stepped outside he turned me to face him and kissed me (his tongue down my throat again), with his other hand he grabbed my balls and soft cock and squeezed as we kissed. We kissed for a while until I was starting to shiver and my cock was hardening again. Then he pushed me out and shut the door, his last words as the door closed were “See you again soon..”.

The back of the shop was a small, tarmac covered space with a van parked in it beside a cobbled lane. I hid behind the van and got dressed (in my wet clothes) as fast as I could. I used my pants and t-shirt to wipe my face, chest and ass and just dressed in (wet) jeans and a (soaked) sweatshirt.

He was right of course, I was back the next day. But that's another story...