No, last night wasn’t the night, but you don’t rush the good things in
life.

A big grin comes over face, and a bulge begins to form in your pants while
remembering some past parties. Those blond beauties, prancing around everywhere
practically in the nude. Almost every man with a gorgeous body was there that
night. Some snuggling, some smooching some groping, and others doing anything
else imaginable.

As you continue day-dreaming, I walk into the office in need of you to
sign something. You are so suddenly startled that you blush and try to muddle
yourself out of your predicament. Noticing how red your face just got, I
notice something else out of place. It’s your piece of meat hanging out of your
pants dripping with excitement. Caught by surprise, I say something stupid
like, “Am I interrupting something? Or am I in time for lunch?” You give me a
quick look-over and see the outline of my hard cock straining against my jeans
then give me a knowing nod. I turn around to lock the door then move towards
you.

I don’t quite make it because you have stood up to meet me half way. “Wow
look at the size of that thing, it’s huge!”, I manage to gasp as you french
kiss me to a frenzy. As we’re kissing you slowly unbutton my jeans while my
hand works your foreskin back and forth until you’re spilling puddles of precum
all over the place. You push me down on my knees and I am confronted with that
big monster between your thighs. So tempted, I start to lick on the head and
you shudder when my lips touch it. “Oh that feels so good, yeah lick it, suck
it.”, you groan. And I’m glad to oblige.

You start moaning even louder while my hot mouth works on sucking the tip,
licking it like a lollipop until it’s big and red. You get more excited and
wrap your hands around my head and force that rock hard meat down my throat. I
don’t expect it, and almost choke. But you continue to pump your hips back and
forth, fucking my face. Meanwhile I’m pulling on my own meat trying to catch
up with your pumping, when suddenly you stop.

“We’re going to my place.” and you start to get dressed. I didn’t know
what to expect next but watching you stuffing your dripping cock into your
pants almost made me come so I figured it might be fun, so why not…It was
quitting time anyway. By the time we got to his house, we had been feeling
each other up for over an hour in the car.

After I settle down on your comfortable couch, you ask me if I would like
a drink -”Sure”. You dash off and return in a flash with 2 glasses of wine.
Soon we both finish our drinks. Why is the room spinning? I’ve drank before
and never have been this drunk so soon. Everything seemingly stops turning and
I pass out, hearing a chuckle, “Haha! I knew that stuff would work…”

I feel so light headed. Wow, what a wonderful feeling. Seems like I can
float endlessly. That’s peculiar, I’m undressed–where am I? God I feel
horny. Damn my hardon is beginning to get the best of me. I can’t help but
shut my eyes and give in and start playing with it. Aww it feels so good. I’m
rubbing myself, stroking my hard stick back and forth–slicking it with spit,
still pulling–flogging my piece of meat–dripping with precum. My whole body
is tingling with excitement. A sudden new wave of feelings shoot though my
body when I feel a hand grab my tit and start rubbing my ass with the other.
Instinctively I open my eyes to behold a breath takingsight. This beautiful
look blonde stud is standing over me. He took his finger and rammed it into my
tight ass. I moan and buck at the feeling. His tool was over 8 inches long
and 2 inches wide–man I was dying to get a hold of it. I got my wish, he took
that huge rammer and stuffed in down my throat, I tried to resist and make him
slow down, but he stopped only momentarily to pull and pinch my nipple. But
wanted so much to shoot that I kept bucking and bucking. He then suddenly
slapped me on the face, then again and again, I was so turned on I hoped that
he would never stop.

I wake up…it’s dark but it’s not, something’s covering my eyes.
Stirring suddenly to get up, I find that something’s in my mouth and I can’t
move. Still slightly disorientated, I feel my arms outstretched on what seems
to be a table, and my legs tied to the legs of it. I hear a rustling sound.
Then a cool breeze carresses me followed by a swift blow across my buttocks.
My screams are muffled by what ever is in my mouth. Shit I was still hard as an
iron spike having not come earlier. I feel something strange in my ass, but
from the spanking, I couldn’t tell. We both know that I’m under your complete
control.

As you continue to tan my hide, I can feel my ass turn beet red. You
finally stop, but I sort of miss the feeling. What next?! I’m left alone for
what seems like an eternity. I finally hear footsteps again, but heavy ones.
I feel some cord around my balls and I feel it getting tighter around them.
Your thumb flicks the head of my cock, wiping the precum juices that have
spewed from my cock. My stomach seemed to turn. “I see that you’re enjoying
yourself..Now listen punk, if you scream like a little girl, you’ll wind up
with more than just a gag in your mouth. And your pretty little ass won’t be
worth more than a cow that’s being whipped. UNDERSTAND?!” I nod in agreement
as my cock seems to stretch bigger and harder.

“I’ve been watching you lately, always running around with a hardon you
can’t seem to hide. Yeah, I see you staring at my crotch every chance you get.
You’re a worthless piece of shit, thinking that you can get me -when it will be
me that will get what I want! ” with that you remove the gag and replace it
with another before I get a chance to yell (Like I was going to even try?
No…) I feel something being draped overhead and you stomping off to find
something else. Meanwhile, a warm steady stream of liquid is beginning to come
out through the gag. It tastesreally salty. The more I try stopping it, the
more it flows. I have little choice but to swallow what was given me. Hmmm..
I like the taste. And I feel myself getting even harder so I keep sucking at
it, thirstily drinking all of it.

“You learn quick.” And I feel the gag being removed. Then all of a
sudden I feel as if something were suddenly rammed into my ass, but it wasn’t.
I felt the shit-water fly from my ass –so that’s why I’ve been feeling this
way. The blindfold was next to go. I see myself in the mirror in front of me.
The room is filled with chains and leather all over the place. I am tied down
to a table, spread eagle. Two enema bags hang on a hook above me, of which, one
is connected to the gag. And noticing under the table on the floor is an open
can of crisco.

Behind me stands you, my captor. I’m a bit awed by seeing you in a
policeman’s uniform. Tight uniform showing off your throbbing boner, the
shirt, half open, revealing your hairy chest and suck me nipples down to those
black leather boots. I so much want that tool between your thick muscular
thighs. “You want this piece of meat don’t you” you growl. “Yes, SIR” I
reply. You slowly massage the hardon you’re hiding under your pants. A dime
spot of precum on the front slowly gets bigger and you finally drop your pants.
You continue to slowly jack yourself off as you reach around to play with your
ass. I am completely caught off guard when I see your billy club coming out of
your ass and back in. You give it one more thrust and take it out. You bend
over to get some crisco to grease the stick and up my vulnerable ass. My
entire body goes rigid.

“You’re not getting off that easily..” My ass was in pain from you
ramming the lube up my ass. But not as painful as you shoving that hard stick
up my dirt road. You keep pushing it, ramming it in to the hilt. But soon I’m
trying to buck back and fuck the stick. “Please, SIR, Harder, harder,
harder..” You are all too willing to oblige. “Shit, I’m cummming….Awgh umph
” I yell as waves of cum splash all over the floor. Jet after jet of my cum
flying in all directions. You’re still pumping me with the stick and I’m still
hard as a rock.

You finally remove the stick in one jerk and shove a dirty jockstrap
doused with poppers under my nose. It smells so good, sweat and cum along with
the poppers. Soon I’m as high as a kite. You get behind me with your rammer
on my puckered ring and shove. I’m gritting my teeth taking that huge fucker
up my ass. I thought my ass would split because it was so wide. But soon i
get use to it and again start bucking like a wild stalion. “Take that fucking
cock, punk, that’s it, take it….” you slap my ass a few times and keep on
thrusting harder while pulling down on the cord tied to my balls, rubbing my
crotch while you continue to pump my ass. I’m so fucking turned on by being
fucked by this “cop” that I can just about shoot. You keep pumping and ramming
it home, hitting my joy spot.. making me sweat with anticipation. Then it
finally happens you start cumming. “Take it bitch, take my hot load in your
juicy ass. Awww” You give two more real deep thrusts impaling me with your
rod, then start cumming deep inside me, I can feel it. “Fill me with your hot
cock, Sir.. Harder that’s it..come inside me SIR, I want you to SIR yes yes
yes..” You keep thrusting and cumming setting my rocks off…spurting again
and again like a fountain. Finally we both stop cumming and you stay there for
a few minutes. You start pissing inside me, then pull out to soak my entire
body with your piss. Finally reaching my mouth, you pry it open and shove that
shaft inside and piss down my throat, making me clean off your cock after
fucking me. I suck it clean, from the tip to the underside of your cock.

While doing this, you get hard again and grab the back of my head and
push the whole shaft down my throat…choking me with the scent of your crotch.
It didn’t take that long before you shot a huge load past my tonsils. I
thought I might drown. You then go back to my ass and rim me. Trying hard to
suck your load and piss out of my ass. It feels so good. After a little
while, you get what you wanted.

“Thank you, SIR”.. He got up and picked up something off the floor. It
is a collar with a chain attached to it. “You’re going to be my slave. You do
what I tell you to do and when.. got it boy?!” You give me a good hard slap
across the face. “YES SIR!…” “Good. I’m going to a party and you’re going
to be my personal little piss boy” you say while untieing me. As soon as I’m
free, I get down on my knees and start licking your boots. “Get up, we’re both
taking a shower and then getting dressed –well not too dressed…. we’ll save
what you’re doing now for later..”

After we get out, I find out it is Saturday evening, already. Gee, I
guess dreams do cum true. And we both leave for the party. Upon arriving, I
get down on my hands and knees and you put the collar around my neck. “That’s a
good boy.” And the rest of the evening I’ll tell about some other time.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at)

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, “Well what do we have here?” I stood there and said nothing. That’s when he said that I shouldn’t be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That’s when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn’t do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick.

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth.

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man’s already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That’s when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it.

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn’t resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven.

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said “Same time – same place.”

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now.

Later on I found that I could have feelings of love for some of
my male classmates that were as intense as the feelings I had for
the girls. By my Junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to
have sex with Joe, but I didn’t know how to approach him. I
remember that I always kept track of where he was, and tried to
be near him as much as possible. He was older than I by almost
two years, since I started first grade at 5 and he had been kept
back one year.

At the end of the school year that summer the junior and senior
shop classes had a picnic at a large lake north of the city about
30 miles. If I was bad about Joe in class, imagine how it was
for me when I saw him in a bathing suit. He could have asked me
to do almost anything and I would have agreed.

Joe and Steve had always been good friends, and we shared a
mutual friend in Tommy. All three were in my classes. During the
afternoon of the picnic, Tommy came over to me and asked if I
would be interested in going out in a canoe. It sounded like a
good idea to me, so we took off with me in front and Tommy
paddling in the rear. As we paddled across the lake, we went
around a bend in the shoreline and were suddenly all alone. We
paddled along for a short while and Tommy said, “Man, I’ve got to
piss, but I don’t dare stand up or we’ll tip over. How about if
we pull in to shore for a minute?”

I agreed, and we headed toward a spot where we could get ashore.
We tied up the canoe and Tommy headed up a narrow path. He stood
at the top of the bank and pulled down his trunks. I could see
that he had a nice looking cock, and when he was done pissing, he
gave it a few tugs and it started to grow. I found this to be
exciting and could feel my own dick stir.

Tommy said, “I wonder where this path goes? Should we check it
out?” Without waiting for an answer he headed along the path. I
scrambled up the bank and caught up with him. We walked along
until we came to a clearing. Tommy stopped short and put his
hand out to signal me to stop.

In the clearing, lying on a blanket, were Joe and Steve. At
first I didn’t know who it was, because Joe was kissing Steve so
I couldn’t see either of their faces. What I could see was that
their hands were busy working on each other’s cocks. Tommy
whispered that we should stay very quiet and we’d get a good
show. Almost immediately Joe sat up and removed Steve’s bathing
suit. Then he stood up, removed his own, and knelt over Steve’s
face. He had his back toward us, so it was left to our
imaginations what he was doing. Whatever it was, it brought
Steve’s long tapered cock to attention. From the way that Joe
was undulating his hips, it was obvious that he was fucking
Steve’s mouth and I only wished I could see better.

Tommy must have read my mind, because he moved back down the path
a bit and quietly walked to a spot where we could see what was
happening.

Even from a distance Joe’s cock was stunning. I always knew it
would be beautiful. And his balls were quite heavy too. I
didn’t realize it at first, but Tommy had let me get in front
when we moved, so he was standing behind me now. I was suddenly
aware that his breathing was quite heavy, and when I turned
around I saw that his cock was out and he was caressing it as he
watched. I looked at it and then decided to do the same. As I
slid my suit down and took old peter in my hand, Tommy moved up
close behind me and whispered, “I’ll do that for you if you want
me to.” With that he slid his arms around my waist and went
straight for the cock. I almost came when he first touched me.
He realized I was close and only held it without moving.
Meanwhile, on the blanket, Joe had turned around and was putting
his cock back into Steve’s waiting mouth. Then he leaned forward
and took Steve’s tool in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He
took it into his mouth and I stared in fascination as his lips
moved all the way down to the base. Tommy whispered, “Isn’t that
fantastic?” It sure as hell was! Now Steve and Joe really went
to town, and before long Joe pulled Steve’s legs up and began to
caress Steve’s ass. I could see his fingertips as they searched
for the small opening. Once he had found it, he wet his finger
and then slowly inserted it. Now Steve began to buck up and down
and Joe just held his head still. As Steve fucked his mouth, Joe
pumped his own ass in slow motion and I could watch his thick
cock go in and out of Steve’s sucking lips.

I whispered to Tommy that I was going to come, and Tommy turned
me around a bit and knelt down in front of me. He squeezed my
throbbing cock and then gently caressed it while I watched the
scene in the clearing. Suddenly I felt the tingling in my balls
that means I’m about to come and then the rushing of that load up
to the end of my cock and out through the small opening. I
sprayed cum all over Tommy’s face, but he seemed to like it. (As
you can see, I still had a bit to learn).

The scene in the clearing had heated up too. Joe was working on
Steve’s cock and Steve was moving his ass like ninety miles an
hour. All of a sudden, Joe pulled Steve’s cock out of his mouth
and jerked him to a finish. Steve seemed to cum forever and Joe
licked it up like it was honey. Then he straightened up and let
his own load go all over Steve. All in all, there was a lot of
cum let loose in a few minutes time. Poor Tommy hadn’t gotten
his rocks off yet, but that got taken care of in a short while.

The big shock of the day was when I found out that this whole
scene had been carefully planned and staged by the other three.
They had been aware of vibrations from me, and were determined
that I would gladly join with them if I had the chance. I was
surprised, but felt good that they wanted to include me in their
games. That was really the beginning of a long relationship
among us. In fact, Tommy and I are still in touch today. There
have been some years when we kept in touch but didn’t see each
other because Tommy moved to San Francisco, but today we are
still glad to see each other.

People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something – that same girl he’d sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasn’t my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn’t cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking – clog thy Willie? I think not! Instant Chinese wasn’t much better, but it wasn’t as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The “obvious” twenty something’s were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist – the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if I’d be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didn’t matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the men’s room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. Wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. “Can I help you find anything?” His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

“Sir?” I hadn’t noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.

“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. “So where are you headed” I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

“Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didn’t really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“She’s not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.

“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line I’d drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadn’t expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didn’t really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time I’d gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “I’m Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. I’d seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. “I could get arrested” was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing I’d felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn’t certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he’d swallow. He looked as though he’d do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don’t you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that he’d take all I had to give. “You don’t get much dick from your girl” I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life don’t you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.

“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. “Yes” was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, and my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didn’t and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. “You haven’t been waiting too long I hope.”

“Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved” I told him. “Let’s go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“That’s it. For some reason I’m craving Pan Asian.”

I always did have a big appetite.