Some of the hottest moments in my life occurred when I found a cock at the least likely moment. On these occasions, it was the last thing on my mind and I was least likely to be looking for such. I like to share one of my experiences now and will post some later under this theme. Please share such experiences you may have had.

I am not sure why these occasions felt so hot for me. Perhaps it was because my mind was on something else entirely. The location, the time of the day and the purpose for which I was out and about all seemed so far from the possibility of finding some cock. It is this element of not expecting it that makes the memories so hot and throbbing even to this day and hour.

I had just moved to start college in L.A. in 1997 when I was 18. There were not enough dorm rooms available and three of us decided to share an apartment in Santa Monica. It was an old, cheap (by today's standards) and entirely unfurnished apartment. I got some basic stuff like a bed right away but kept shopping for a writing desk. New ones were too expensive and used ones were hard to find in late September when thousands of freshmen move into the city and every writing desk is spoken for. I was told to surf the used furniture stores that could be found in this area of town. I has scoured several of them but not yet found one in my price range.

One day I was walking down a street on a sunny hot afternoon when I saw a sidewalk sign pointing to USED FURNITURE. When I looked in through the window, the shop looked small and derelict and did not look promising at all. Just as I was about to walk away a guy leaned out to ask if I was looking for anything in particular. He looked relatively older to me, in his 40s, maybe 50s. But he had a lean look where except for his wrinkles he may have had the almost the same build as a man in his 20s. But, not in a million years would I have had a sexual association with this image. In addition to being old he had a shifty way of looking. He would look at you, then look away and then, eyes travelling, would come back to you with intensity.

I said, "yes, I was looking for a writing desk."

"I had several but they have all been sold in the last few days", he replied, "but let me have a look, I may have one left...."

His voiced trailed away as he went inside the shop. I followed but he was very quick for me. Not being familiar with the shop I was trying to avoid objects and furniture stacked one on top of the other. After a quick glance in the store he opened a door at the back and strode down the stairs at a fast clip. I hurried to follow him.

The basement of the store was like another world. First of all, it was very large like a warehouse. Much larger than the store upstairs. Second, it was crammed floor-to-ceiling with used furniture of all kinds. Narrow passage-ways created by rows of furniture were the only ways to navigate the room. Because the furniture were piled right up to the ceiling one could not see across the room from any point. As I followed him through narrow passages I could only see ahead and when he tuned a corner and went out of sight I could only follow him by the sound of his steps.

As soon as I entered the basement I sensed already that something here was different. It was eerily quiet in contrast to the sound of traffic upstairs. It was much darker, the place lit by only a few naked bulbs covering an area of some 5000 sq ft. He did not beckon me when I fell behind to look at some odd pieces of furniture. He seemed busy on his own. Every 2-3 minutes I would hear him shuffle as he went around searching.

My body had already gone into a high-adrenaline mode. It was in a dark, isloated room that I had first touched a hard cock when I was 14. Now these conditions filled me with some vague premonition. I had stopped to admire a bronze mantlepiece in a narrow passage way when he came walking down and without saying a word to me just squeezed past me. My back was towards him and he slid sideways such that his front was to my back. The passage was so narrow that as he passed me I felt his crotch rub against me and just the faintest hint of a cock. It was so quick and sudden that I could not take that as a deliberate act. Also, I could not be sure of feeling his cock. So, I tried to expel the thought that there was anything to this quick rub against my ass. But the mere thought that this could be happening sent blood rushing to my head first and then all of it drained into my cock. I was almost frozen into place and I did not move.

Only moments later he came back again rubbing past me. This time it was a slower pass and he DID rub his cock against my ass. It was a big, massively swollen cock and I felt it for real. But again, he did not stop and seemed to be going about his search. Meanwhile, my cock was now ready to burst out of its confines. But, I was still afraid of making any false moves or getting myself anything more than I was ready for. But my instinct told me that unless we learn to grab opportunities (pun intended) it may never come back again.

I turned into another passage way away from where he had gone and touched myself, first over my jeans and then by taking it out and stroking a bit, my breath coming fast and heavy. Then when I heard him return I immediately put it back in my pants and waited. Once again he seemed to be going past me but I was facing him and he tried to pass me with his back to me. This time he was even slower and when his ass was directly in contact with my crotch area he stopped and pressed against my crotch. Of course my cock became even harder to the touch and to conceal. He then truned to me and said, "I felt something there pointing to my crotch". I was dumbfounded and did not know what to say, so, I just stood there breathing hard and after what seemed like a long silence, I stroked by crotch area while he looked on, both us clearly aroused.

As we stood there for a few minutes, he lifed his t-shirt where it was hanging in front of his crotch to show me his bulge. He took my other hand and pressed it against his own crotch. We were extremely hard and turned on. He then took my hand and motioned me to follow, "come here, there is a room that is more private". This was a small storage room at one end of the basement which was also full of furniture but a sofa had been cleared off to one side. I suppose he brought other customers down here when the proposition felt right.

He asked me to wait there while he went upstairs to hang a sign, "Back in 15 minutes". The two minutes it took him to go and come back I almost died of lack of oxygen because my breath was coming very quick. Upon re-entering the room he immediately unbuckled his pants and pulled down his undies to reveal a massive (about 8") cock that was uniformly thick from the base to the head. I asked if I could touch it and when he nodded I began to caress it in my hands. It was highly pleasurable and I knelt down to kiss and lick it. After about five minutes of such play he asked me to get up and reveal my own. I was happy to do that and when I released my own cock from capitivity it sprang up quite moist. I had been leaking pre-cum for the last 20 minutes.

He was experienced and yet gentle with me. He asked if I was nervous and I said yes. He took my cock in his hand and began massaging it gently at first and then more erotically by rubbing it in my own fluids. After a few minutes he put our cocks together and began to jack them off with a single hand. That was a new experience for me and it felt really horny.

After he and I had both played with our cocks, he asked me to stand next to the sofa on which he sat down and took my cock in his mouth. I had never been sucked before to finish. He began to suck me slowly first and then wth a faster and more varied pace. He would twirl his tongue around my cock or cover it in thick saliva with slurpy strokes. It took me only about five minutes I came with a fury. He swallowed all of it as I shot in large spurts.

He gave me some kleenex to clean up and went to wash his hands. When he returned he noticed that my cock inside my pants was still hard. Then he asked me if I would like him to play some more with it and I said yes. This time he brought out a bottle of oil and oiled my cock. Then he stood behind me and using his right hand masturbated me the way I would do it myself. This was very hot because it felt the way I would masturbate myself but it was another person's hand and a completely new sensation. Also, my cock covered in hot oil was a new erotic high for me. I came a second time very quickly. After which I cleaned up and left quickly.

I went back a couple of times over the next year or so for some cock play, blow job and hand jobs. But we never went beyond that. He never asked to do anything else nor would I have wanted to try such a large cock in my ass. Years later, I wondered if he was married and wanted to keep his play with boys to a minimum. Of course, I told a couple of my buddies about him and at least one of them told me that he received a blowjob in that shop. The other buddy would not ever admit to having gone there.

A few years after i had graduated and left the area I was in Santa Monica for some work and I drove by the street. There was no trace of the shop or the man and I wonder to this day if he was a rich man who opened the shop just to lure young college kids for some surprise cock!!
Next: I would post about my late night bus trip when I was surprised by another cock! Look forward to reading about stories of Surprise Cock.

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