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By (user no longer on site) OP 38 weeks ago
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The next week dragged on and on. All I could think of was meeting him again. Every night I wanked while remembering the feel, taste and smell of his cock as it slid into my mouth.
Eventually, the day arrived and I walked into town. There was a man at the urinal when I arrived but I could hear his piss hitting the trough, so less likely to be here for cock. Sure enough, when I had entered the cubicle, lowered my trousers and boxers and sat siren, I could hear his footsteps leaving the toilet.
I sat and waited. I was reasonably sure I was here at exactly the same time as last week. Eventually I could hear someone entering. I could see a shadow under the gap beneath the door and an eye appeared at the hole. There was a knock at the door, it was him!
Leaning forward, I unlocked the door and he walked in. He closed it behind him and reached into his trousers for his cock. It was hard already, the glans purple and shiny. Again I could smell the musky smell of him and it turned me on even more. I took him in my mouth and started sucking, moving up and down his length. He let me do this for a while before pulling his cock from my mouth and pointing it up, exposing his scrotum. With gentle pressure on the back of my head he guided me towards his balls and I took one in my mouth, rolling it around and getting his scrotum wet with my spit. As I did this, he wanked his cock. I took the other ball in my mouth as he continued to wank.
Back in my mouth he went and deeper down my throat. I gagged and he withdrew, strings of saliva connecting me to him. He wiped his shiny cock over my cheeks and eyes, spreading my spit and his precum. Again he delved into my throat, ending with a small extra thrust designed to trigger the gag. Again his spit covered cock was wiped in my face.
I was not expecting this. This seemed designed to humiliate, to dominate. My face was soaked in spit and precum and he was as hard as ever. He stared wanking hard and fast between thrusts into my throat. His breath quickened and with a grunt he aimed his cock at my face as rope after rope off cum erupted from his cock, landing over my face and hair.
He milked the remaining cum from his cock with a finger and offered it to me. I stuck out my tongue and licked the last of his cum from his finger. He tucked his cock back into his trousers and turned to leave.
I sat there, cock as hard as it had ever been, face glazed with my saliva and his ejaculate. As the door opened, I could see the urinal opposite and to my horror, there was a man standing there. I hadn't heard him arrive, presumably as my face was being abused. He turned round at the noise of the door opening and saw my partner leaving and me, fully erect with cum obviously over my face.
The door closed and I locked it. I couldn't leave with the urinal man there. I sat, terrified. What if he was disgusted at the idea of gays using the toilet for such nefarious activities and called the police?
Footsteps approached and I saw an eye at the hole. It had to be the urinal guy. I reached up and unlocked the door...... |
