It was a bright summer afternoon. I had left work early and, arriving home, decided to walk to the next village for a beer at the local pub. The next village was a mile or so away along the canal. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and duly set off in search of the pub for a well-deserved beer.

I was soon enjoying the afternoon sun and the wildlife as I walked along the canal. After about ten minutes, I noticed someone sitting on a bench in the distance. I was about one hundred and fifty yards away at this point, but as I got closer, I was intrigued as to what the person on the bench was doing!

At about a hundred yards, I could make out the silhouette of a guy, but surely he couldn't be? No, surely not? Oh my god, I think he is! The guy is wanking! He's got his cock out, and he is wanking his cock in broad daylight, what the fuck! I didn't know what to do. I was sure he had seen me, and yet he just kept stroking his cock in plain sight. There was no attempt to stop and cover up. He just kept wanking. The guy had no scruples at all.

I kept walking towards him, pondering whether to turn back or ignore him and walk straight past. Do I say "Hello"? Do I talk to him at all? Do I look at his cock? Or his face? Oh, I don't know, I've never met a guy wanking by the canal before. What are you supposed to do in these situations?!! I was getting close now, and before I knew it, I was within talking distance, and he called out.

"Heh... how are you doing?"

"Errr... I'm fine... You seem to be fine, too, it seems?" I replied, staring down at his cock as he stroked it. He seemed friendly enough, at least a couple of decades younger than me, twenty-five years old maybe.

"What do you think of it ? " he said, giving me a clear view of his magnificent cock, I have to say.

"Wow. Yes, it's a great cock."

"Do you like it?"

"Well, no... errrr.... Not like that... Not in that way."

"What d'ya mean, you just said it was a great cock?"

I was taken aback by the unusual situation I found myself in. A stranger was showing me their cock, their hard cock no less, and they were wanking it, and asking me if I liked their cock! This was not your usual run-of-the-mill conversation at the side of a canal.  I was also aware but not expecting, just how much, and how closely, I was looking at the guy's cock, as opposed to his face.  More worryingly, and unexpectedly, my own cock seemed to be reacting to the spectacle and starting to grow. Why was I getting an erection, for fuck's sake?!!

"I did... I did say it was a great cock, you're right, and it certainly looks like a great cock. It's just that I am not into guys, if you get my meaning," I floundered.  I was nervous, and yet my cock was growing, and I was now very aware that I was becoming very turned on, and the bulge in my trousers was getting bigger. I am not gay. I don't get turned on by guys, by cocks, surely. What's wrong with me? I nochanantly tried to hide the bulge from him, but alas to no avail.

"Well, that's fine, me neither, but your cock does seem to think otherwise. It certainly seems to like my cock, I'd say quite a lot, actually. Just look at your bulge there. Why don't you get your cock out and join me?"

"No... No... I need to get going. You carry on. I'll leave you to it. I must be going now," and I made to walk on.

"Here wait", and he swiftly lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and boxers down to the floor, pulling them over and off his trainers, and discarding them, then he lifted his t-shirt off over his head, and threw that to one side too.  Seconds later, he was now stark bollock naked but for his trainers, lying back on the bench wanking his hard cock for me!!

"Do you like what you see now?" he said with a big grin on his face.

I was tongue-tied. He looked incredible, or rather, his hard cock at full erection looked incredible. And now my cock was rock hard but constrained by my shorts. I just stood and watched as he stroked his huge cock. It must have been 8 or 9 inches, maybe.

"Go on. Get your cock out and wank it for me. Join me. Come on, you know you want to," he said, still smiling.

I looked up and down the canal to see if anyone was coming, but who was I kidding? It was doubtful that anyone would be coming along anytime soon. If we got caught, we would get caught together. Fuck it, I was so turned on. You only live once, so what the hell? And that was it, decision made. I quickly lowered my shorts and boxers and pulled out my hard cock and started wanking, and all this time my eyes remained fixed on his enormous cock.  One minute, I am walking to a pub about to enjoy a pint of beer, and the next, I am out in the great outdoors, at the side of a canal, watching a stranger wanking his cock, while I am wanking my own cock. Because that's what you do when you catch a guy wanking by the side of a canal, apparently, or so I heard, isn't it?!!

"Yeah, that's it. Pull your shorts and boxers down to the ground so I can get a better view of your cock. Yes, that's it. Oh god, that looks great. Pull your t-shirt up... no wait... take it off... take it all off. I want to see you wanking your cock like me, totally naked. Go on, really go for it."

God, I was so horny, and my cock was now so hard. In for a penny, in for a pound. Without further thought, I just did as he suggested. I pulled my shorts and boxers off over my trainers and threw them aside. My t-shirt followed suit, what the hell!  I grabbed my cock again and went for it. Full-on wanking at its best, some slow hand movements followed by rigorous fist pumping. There I was, standing, now stark naked, with an erection, wanking my cock out in the open, by the side of a canal, for a stranger.  I was lost in a world of total horniness. I was so turned on and so hard, and all this time I was watching his hand working on his great big enormous cock. His cock was so big. God, I wish mine was that big. My cock is hardly small, but his cock was enormous.

I felt so exposed standing on the canal path, knowing that at any moment someone might come along and see us. And yet I was so turned on, I found myself parading in front of him, really showing off my cock for him.

"Yes, work that cock. Now turn round, bend over and show me your asshole."

What?!! Oh god, no one has ever seen my asshole but me in the mirror. All of a sudden, I felt really shy. But how can I be shy if I am already stark naked wanking my hard cock in front of him? It didn't make sense at all, and with no reason not to, it just made sense to do it. So I did. I was so turned on, I was in for another penny and another pound. I turned around, bent over, and without him even asking I spread my cheeks for him.

"Oh yes, you dirty boy. Aren't you? Now suck on your finger and show me where it goes."

Oh god, what am I doing? This was so humiliating and yet so deliciously thrilling at the same time. I knew what he wanted, of course. That in itself was embarrassing, but the fact that he knew that I knew what to do with my finger seemed worse. My cock is now drooling pre-cum, as I suck my middle finger of my left hand and reach around and attempt to insert it into my arse.

"Oh yes... yes... Get it right up there. Now turn back around and wank that cock and finger your arse for me"

I am almost ahead of him and do just that.

"Oh yes, that looks awesome. Work that cock, work that finger in your arse. Look how hard you are. You're a dirty fucker aren't you?"

What was I doing? I was off the charts horny and so close to cumming.

"You do like my big cock don't you?"

"Yes... I do", I couldn't help myself, it came out before I could stop myself.

"Tell me how much you love my big, enormous cock. Go on, tell me."

"I love your big cock... I love your big, enormous cock."

There, oh god, I've said it out loud, he heard me say it, what the hell am I doing? Why am I so turned on? Why is my cock so hard? It's true, I love his big, enormous cock. I love cock. I'm a cock lover. Fuck, fuck fuck!!

Then he surprises me.

Without warning, he sat up, reached over and grabbed my arm that was connected to the finger up my arse. Pulling me towards him, I stumble and fall to my knees, which I suspect was his plan all along.  My finger plops out of my arsehole so I can put my left hand down to break my fall, my right hand still firmly holding my cock. As I recover from the fall, I realise I had arrived on my knees right in front of his enormous, big fat cock. I stare at his cock in wonder; it seems even bigger close up, and before I can react, he grabs the back of my head.

"Here suck it, suck my cock," he commanded.

I didn't have time to think, and as he pulled me towards his cock, I just opened my mouth, and he thrust as much of it as he could down my throat. I gagged several times, but he held me there. And despite some tears in my eyes and having been confronted with this assault, I have never been more turned on in my life. His big cock was now lodged down my throat. I could taste him, and I was loving it. Oh my god, I'm actually doing it. I am sucking another man's cock. No, not just sucking another man's cock, I am worshipping it. There was no going back. I am a cocksucker. I'm a fucking cocksucker. God help me.

I wrap and swirl my tongue around its head and shaft, as he proceeds to hold my head and fuck my mouth. I couldn't get enough of his big, enormous cock. What was wrong with me?!! I'm not gay, I don't like cock, surely? Oh yes, you do, you are a cocksucker now. A big fat cock, cocksucker, and the big fat cock in my mouth was undeniable proof. But then, so wrapped up in my thoughts and sucking a big fat cock, I didn't think about the obvious consequences.

"Yesss... that's it, suck my cock, Cocksucker. Here swallow this!!"

Oh god, he's going to cum in my mouth. It was too late to do anything, and holding me down on his cock, he started shooting his load into the back of my mouth and down my throat. I could taste his warm cum on my tongue. With his hands holding my head, I had no option but to swallow, and as soon as I did,... Oh no... no...! Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm swallowing rope after rope of his cum, and shooting rope after rope of my own cum into the air.

They were two great orgasms, and as we slowly recovered, I heard him say

"Now lick my cock clean, Cocksucker," and of course I did.

Minutes later, he pulled me off his cock, put his enormous, now flaccid cock away, and walked off along the canal.

"See ya around, Cocksucker."

Oh god, what have I done?!!

Epilogue

Thirty minutes after I had sucked a cock for the first time, and having sat on the canal bench for ten minutes or so, contemplating what I had just done, I finally made it to the pub and found a quiet spot to enjoy a well-deserved beer to gather my thoughts. Thankfully, the table I was sitting at was hiding the bulge in my trousers; I just couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind or, indeed, the fact that I had sucked it and swallowed his cum. I was now a cocksucker, and my cock wouldn't go down.

My thoughts were interrupted when a few guys walked in and up to the bar. I looked up and looked straight into the face of the stranger whose cock had just recently unloaded down my throat. My face instantly went bright red, and I grabbed my pint, took a swig of my beer and looked away, hoping he had not recognised me. I thought I had got away with it, until a few minutes later, as they all walked past me with their beers and not looking up, I heard him say to the others...

"Yeah, that's him, the Cocksucker. Maybe we can..."

And that's all I heard, but I found out later what they were planning when I finished my beer and was heading to the toilets before going home. Whilst in the corridor, one of them cut in front of me and guided me into a back room to meet the others. Suffice to say, it was a couple of hours before I finally made it home. What happened in that back room, well, that's another story and involved a lot more than just sucking cocks.