I worked at a company where I met Lance a few years ago. He had a freckled complexion and bright ginger hair. He was an unattractive man and to be honest, could only be called ‘fugly.’ Apart from having large wing-nut ears, he also had prominent cheek bones and a protruding mouth with buck teeth, which gave him a really silly facial expression. Mother Nature was in a bad mood the day he was born. Although not fat, he had a very large butt, with large fleshy hands and enormous feet. To add to his misery, Lance had a major sinus problem, and sniffed and snorted, incessantly.

Lance was a sad creature whom everyone went to great lengths to avoid. I felt very sorry for him and was virtually the only person at the company that would even speak to him. At work he would always gravitate towards me at tea and lunch times. Apart from his unfortunate lack of social grace, he was an extremely bright person and leaps and bounds ahead of all his co-workers in the computer division.

Everyone at the company knew I was gay. I was, therefore, very surprised after a few months when Lance invited me to dinner one Friday evening. He wanted to take me out to thank me for always being so engaging and friendly towards him. How could I refuse?

Lance arrived at my apartment thirty minutes before our booking at the restaurant. After a quick drink we left for dinner. While dining he poured his heart out telling me how lonely he was. He drank quite a bit at supper and was clearly on his ear upon our arrival back at my home. Realizing that he was in no state to drive home I offered him my spare room, which he gladly accepted. The following morning, I made breakfast for us before he left at ten, after profusely thanking me for my kindness.

Sadly, the dinners and stay-overs became a weekly occurrence, thereafter. I really liked Lance and enjoyed his company immensely, but would rather have spent my Friday nights at a gay bar down the road.

After a further four weeks of Friday visits, he asked me what I normally did on Friday evenings. I answered truthfully and was blown away by his suggestion, that we should visit the gay bar after dinner. Hesitantly, I agreed to take him to the pub.

He had a few drinks after we arrived and was fascinated by the place. Lance absorbed everything and everyone, and after some time excused himself to use the toilet. Having been gone for five minutes I went to look for him.

When I entered the latrine, I heard sexual sounds emanating from the only stall in use. Bewildered, I returned to my seat at the bar and focused on the exit door of the toilet.

Next, I observed a young man leaving, followed a few moments later by Lance. We continued chatting before Lance repeated his toilet ritual an hour later. After his second visit to the toilet, we finished our drinks and left for my apartment. Lance departed the following morning after breakfast, as usual.

Later that afternoon I got a call from Lance asking if he could bring over pizzas for dinner. I agreed, somewhat reluctantly, but as I had nothing planned that evening I wasn’t too perturbed.

At around nine Lance asked if he could buy me a drink at the bar we had visited the previous evening. I agreed and we set off on the ten minute walk.

Not long after our arrival Lance had to use the toilet. After he was gone a minute or two, I went to investigate as I had done the previous evening. This time, however, I entered the stall next to the one in use, fully aware of the glory-holes in all the toilets.

Peering through the glory-hole, I saw a young guy who was on his knees attempting to suck Lance off. Attempting is the only appropriate word I could use, as Lance had one the thickest cocks I had ever seen. His dick was incredibly fat. The poor young man could barely fit the head of Lance’s cock in his mouth.

As the young man took a breather, I also observed that Lance was generously uncut with a snout hanging off the tip of his penis. It also appeared that his foreskin could not fully retract. The young man tongued the front of his dick as if savoring something delectable. After standing up a while later, the young man turned around and bent down before Lance and leaned his arms on the toilet seat.

Grabbing the young man’s hips, Lance began forcing his monster into the awaiting hole. The youngster yelped as Lance pushed straight into him. Later, when Lance announced he was cumming, the young man spun around and got to his knees to receive the abundant torrent that he had worked so hard for.

I quickly left my stall and returned to the bar. Lance soon joined me and we ordered two more drinks. A half hour later, Lance again left for the toilet and once again I had my voyeuristic pleasures nourished after entering the toilets.

On this occasion, an older queen was determined to swallow as much of Lance’s dick as he could. When he turned for his anal onslaught, he began huffing and puffing, heralding his enjoyment of the large knob slamming into him.

Unfortunately, I was not able to witness round three a while later, as the stall next to Lance’s was occupied.

The following Friday and Saturday, we kept up our weekly routine. On Friday, I was fortunate enough to view all three of Lance’s performances. The first two were standard, much as before, but the third consisted of a threesome. An older fat guy sat on the toilet, being sucked off by a younger guy, while Lance brought up the rearguard action. The finale was spectacular as the young man got creamed by the other two, with his head literally dripping with cum.

On Saturday I watched round one, which was much as before. Regrettably, the stall next to Lance’s was occupied for round two.

I was determined to participate more actively in round three and when I entered the stall next to Lance’s, I was delighted to find him alone in his cubicle. I motioned with my finger for him to push his dick through the hole, which he immediately did. His cock close-up was spectacular. Mother Nature may have cheated Lance in the looks department, but had made up for it in chunks when cocks were being handed out. I began licking and sucking lustily. After a few minutes, he withdrew his knob and whispered through the hole that I should join him in his stall.

Ignoring his request, I simply placed my arse at the hole. I was overjoyed when I felt his cock start to prod at my butt-hole. Taking his large knob was somewhat of an ordeal, but I was determined to do so. The girth of his knob was spectacular and I had never felt so ‘full’ ever before. Lance really began thrusting into me with vigor; I had to steady my body with my hands on the opposite wall. After a lengthy anal assault he unloaded into my backside.

I moved with great haste once he had cum, and exited the stall before he had finished doing up his trousers.

After he joined me at the bar we ordered another beer before calling it a night.

As we walked back to my apartment I told him that he had a remarkable cock. Looking at me with total shock, I admitted that I had provided him with his finale in the toilet that evening. Laughing, he told me that he had always wanted to have sex with me but was afraid to ask. Lance then admitted that he had always felt he was out of my ‘league.’

According to him, I was the best looking guy at our company and he was just the ugly duckling. Fearing rejection, he had always refrained from propositioning me. As we continued walking, he asked if the bar visits would be necessary in future.

Smiling, I told him that I did not think so. All I could think about was having my backside comprehensively stuffed once more.