Hi, my name is Ted. I’m in my mid thirties, married to a beautiful woman, no children, we are both very career minded. I love my wife, Sarah to bits and we have great sex however I am addicted to sucking cock. As I write this I have just gotten home from meeting my long term, gay, kind of lover Tom. I say kind of because all I have ever done with him is kissed him and sucked his cock to completion. We maybe do this a couple of times a month when our respective schedules and lives allow, he is also married, to a man. The routine is usually the same. I go to his we have coffee, sometimes a glass of wine and chat about what is going on in our lives. When I come to leave we hug then kiss. I feel his hard cock press against me and he says “ suck my big cock before you go!”

I can’t resist, not because I am gay or have any real attraction to men, far from it. I went to a gay sauna once and it didn’t excite or arouse me in the least, or should I say the men there didn’t. There was nobody there that measured up to Tom. His cock is what I’d call huge. It’s nine inches long and as thick as a beer can. If there had been someone with a similar size cock there at the sauna and he’d have wanted it sucking I probably would have pleasured him. I love it but only sucking. Tom is whats known as a top. He has asked if he could fuck me once but I politely refused. So what does Tom get out of it? He has taught me to deep throat his cock, something he has never been able to get hus husband to do. Also we used each other as a way of venting any issues we have. My only issue is that I don’t get it enough and have started to consider how I can satisfy my apparent desire for big cock.

It all started for me just over a year ago. I work in IT for an international company and I was in Germany, close to the Austrian border. I had spent the weekend with a friend in the same company who hosted me at his house but had meetings further north on the coming Tueaday, I had to prepare for, so travelled on the Monday to my hotel. That Monday happened to be Whit Monday, unbeknown to me before my trip, to be a bank holiday in Germany. The roads were very quiet. A little over half way through my journey I had to stop at a rast platz for a toilet break and hoped to get a coffee, however perhaps it was because it was early but the coffee shop was closed. As with the roads the rastplatz was quiet with just two other vehicles being parked up, both big trucks. I hoped that with everything being quiet the toilets wouldn’t be locked as I was rather desperate for a pee.

Thankfully the toilets were open and inside were three urinals and a cubicle. Two of the three were full height and the other one lower down. I stood at one of the full height ones, unzipped and began to pee. Almost immediately a guy, presumably one ot the truckers stood at the urinal next to me and said hello and asked me if I was OK. He spoke in German but I had been to Germany enough times to understand him. Almost without thinking I responded telling him I was fine. However in responding to him I looked in his direction and was a little taken a back to say the least.

In my peripheral vision I saw that the trucker not only had his cock out, as one would expect when stamding at a uurinal, but it was rock hard and enormous to boot. I’d never seen such a huge cock and, being a rugby player for over twenty years I had been in a lot of changing rooms and showers. I obviously couldn’t measure it at the time but it seemed like it was close to a foot long. I know for a fact my current male lover, Tom, has a nine inch cock and from recollection it was a little bigger than his. As I stared at it, something I just couldn’t avoid doing, the trucker smiled and asked me if I liked it. Almost every sinew of my body wanted to just zip up my flies and run. The only bits of me that clearly didn’t want to run were my eyes, which were fixed on the monster cock and my own cock which was hardening in my hand at the sight of the trucker, now stroking his massive meat.

In my slightly bemused state I slowly nodded my head and the trucker smiled at me before he opened the door to the cubicle and stepped inside, motioning with his hand to follow him. It still puzzles me to this day why I did, but I meekly followed him, not really realising what may, and in fact did happen. Once inside the cubicle the trucker locked the door and told me to sit. I looked at the pan and it was a basic metal one, no lid, thankfully it was dry and clean. I sat down on the pan and on doing so the truckers huge cock was inches from my face. He looked down at me and said “streicheln.” Although I had some basic conversational and tourist German I had no idea what he meant so I kind of sat there looking up at him. He then made a gesture with his hand like stroking a cock whilst pointing at me and his mammoth cock with his other hand.