The following story is about consensual sex between two men. If you are offended by that subject, or are too young, or it is not legal in your geo-political area, please close the page and go somewhere else. Otherwise, sit back, relax, and read on. I know this is a 'quickie' in terms of what I normally write, but I just needed to write something while I'm still working on a couple of other continuations.
Hot Italian Sausage
My wife and I had gone out to dinner and I was sitting there, as usual, looking over her shoulder toward the doorway to the restrooms. I liked this particular place -- not because the food was anything great -- but because the men's room had two urinals side-by-side without any privacy shield. Even better, it had a double-door entry and hallway so you could hear someone coming in, and, if you just happened to be doing anything you shouldn't, you can straighten up before whomever it is gets all the way in.
It had been a 'dry spell' for a couple weeks now, and I was really needing to find an outlet for my urges. Would tonight be the night? I sure hoped it would be. As I watched, a nicely built guy -- maybe late thirties or early forties -- walked across the back of the place and turned into the restrooms doorway. He was what I refer to myself as "nicely packed" -- which generally means not too tall (maybe around 5'7" or 5'8") and with a stocky, solid build (beefy, not heavy). This one definitely filled up the tight jeans and pull-over shirt he was wearing! I couldn't see the 'package', but if the rest of him was any indication, it was probably a nice one.
I had just finished my dinner and sat back when I saw him. Giving him a minute to get around the corner, I leaned forward toward my wife. "You've got to excuse me," I said quietly. "I really need to go to the men's room. I guess what went in needs to make some more room. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"I've never seen anyone else who needs to pee as much as you do," she replied (as she usually does when I say I have to go). "Maybe you shouldn't drink so much tea and water -- especially when we're driving somewhere."
Cutting her off before she could really get going on one of her favorite topics, "This one is more than just a 'pee'," I whispered. "So it may take more than two minutes," I continued, setting up the possible longer time to return to the table. "I'll be right back." With that, I stood up and started for the doorway.
Entering the second door and turning to my left toward the urinals, I saw the guy I had seen before standing there at the one on the right. I moved in to the one on the left, unzipped my fly, pulled it out, and stood there trying to get something to come out. As I did that, I turned my head to look him over. He had dark brown, almost black hair and matching eyes, and a very nicely tanned color. I guessed he was probably either Italian or Greek from the coloring and rather good-sized nose (was that an 'indicator'?).
As he turned slightly to look at me (I guess to do the same check- out, I was just doing), I averted my stare, lowering my eyes to see if there was anything on view a little further down. What I saw was definitely something to remember -- about 8 inches of hard manmeat being held pointing straight ahead toward the white porcelain. As I watched, the right hand that was holding on to it slid forward and I watched the fiery-pink, shining head disappear as a plentiful foreskin rolled over it. WOW!! Was that nice to look at!!!
My own cock responded immediately and started to fill out and push it's way upward. He made no bones about it. He just turned and looked down at what was in my hand. Seeing my obvious approval of what he was displaying, he didn't even hesitate. He just reached over with his left hand and grabbed my now rock-hard, throbbing member. He stroked it a couple times -- just enough to make my knees almost buckle -- and then he turned toward me while pulling me around to face him.
The next thing I knew, he had moved forward enough to rub the end of his rigid cock against the end of my own. I immediately felt the slickness as the heads moved against each other. His foreskin was back just far enough to expose the piss slit and I could see the shining droplet of precum that had popped out and was now being spread over the two tips. My whole body shivered at the sensations and image down there.
My arms and hands were both down at my sides. He was in full control of what was transpiring. He had his left hand around my rock-hard shaft and his right hand around his. As he stepped just a little closer, he pushed his right hand forward and the foreskin rolled over the last part of his cockhead and then began to envelop mine. Suddenly I could feel the heat of his arousal as the shroud of skin moved over the crown and fully covered my pulsing, pink strawberry.
Trapped as it was in its warm, silken-soft cloak, my rod jumped and swelled, and I felt him push the rubbery end of his head tighter against mine. I could envision the increasing amounts of man nectar being trapped between them and coating them with its slick, shiny substance. "Oohhhh, yessssss! That is really nice!" I whispered between my clenched teeth and lips.
Slowly he began to move his right hand forward until it was fully around the skin-covered juncture of our overheated rods. Then he started to make slow, short stroking movements. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations that were shooting from the warm joining, down the shaft, into my balls, and then up my spine to the back of my head. Wow! He was good! He knew just how to do it to make it feel really incredible! Somehow he had managed to stretch that skin over me until it was a good half-way down my shaft.
I always like docking, but this was an instance to remember! It looked, and felt, almost like that big handful of his was going to swallow my whole cock. I reached forward with my right hand, sliding it in under our joined tubes and cupping his sizeable pair of balls. "Ummm. Nice there too," I observed. ".a really nice pair. Bet they can make a gallon of hot cream.and I hope you get to show me just how much," I continued as I leaned forward and touched my lips to his left ear. "I could use a gallon of hot cream," I added.
Letting go with his right hand and backing away slightly, in one fluid motion he knelt and took the head of my now free swinging spear into his hot mouth. "Oommmph!" was the best I could say. What he started to do with that mouth -- the tongue, the sucking, the gripping lips -- was not to be believed! Where had this man been all my life!?! I couldn't believe that I was standing there in a men's room, getting the blow job of the century from a guy whose name I didn't even know, had never seen before, and would probably never see again! It was just too incredible!! I reached out with my left hand to grab the flush valve of the urinal beside me to help me keep my balance.
Just when I thought I was going to blow a load that would certainly go right through the back of his head and probably splatter on the wall six feet behind him, he stopped and stood up. "Quick, in here!" he commanded, moving back to the last toilet cubicle. I didn't hesistate. As I stepped in and moved over to the side wall, he closed and locked the door behind us. Then he turned to me and started to unbuckle my belt. I got the hint and helped by opening the belt, the top button of my khakis, and the zipper. He did the same with his belt and jeans.
As he slid his jeans and boxer briefs about half-way down his thighs, I got the first good look at the whole package he was sporting. My! My! Was that a nice one! It was certainly a full 8 inches, but not too wide and the pair of balls, hanging under it in their curly-haired bag were really a sight to behold. I lowered my slacks and shorts the same way. Next to him, my six-and-a-half inches seemed almost puny, but my balls were a nice even match. "Turn around," he suddenly said.
Not even thinking about it, I turned around and faced the wall.
"You like to get fucked, don't you?" he stated more than asked. "Think you can hold this one?"
"Yes.and yes," I said. "Please. I really want to feel that beautiful cock shoving its way up my ass. You don't know how much I want to feel that!"
"Probably just as much as I want to feel it when I shove it up there!" he growled.
Turning my head over my shoulder to look around at him, I asked, "You got a condom? Or any lube?"
"Nah. but I'm clean -- just got a negative test back -- and this works fine," he replied as he spit into his hand and began to rub it over the already naturally lubricated head that was now fully exposed and glistening in the light As I focused on that pulsing head and the rod behind it, all I could think of was how much I wanted to feel him slide it into me.
As he stepped forward toward me, I turned my head back to the wall, moved my feet further apart, and crouched down slightly to both open myself to him better and lower it to his slightly shorter level. Almost immediately I felt the pressure of his rubbery head as it slipped into the crack between my cheeks and, almost as if it had eyes, stopped dead center on the shuttered opening to my fuck chute. Wow! He was good!
The pressure increased and I felt the slight pain of resistance from my sphincter. I pushed out and thought of him passing that hurdle.and it worked. His helmet-head slipped past the tight ring and was in. There was no pain.only that wonderful feeling you get when someone is first plugging in to your socket. I started to push back and down onto him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled himself into me.
Slowly I felt his warm ramrod sliding deeper and deeper up into my man pussy until I felt the brush of his pubic hair against my ass cheeks. He was home, and it was grand!!! Ooooooohhhhh, did that feel good!!! That was one lovely cock shoved up my ass, and one hot little fucker behind it, getting ready to pound me into ecstacy!!
..and pound he did!!! Slowly he started to withdraw until only the head was still inside. Then slowly he went deep again -- all the way to the hilt. Five times, ten times, he slowly deep fucked me, moaning each time he slid back into me. "Oh, yessss, baby! That is one fine ass! You like this don't you?"
"Oh, yessss, I do like that gorgeous cock fucking my ass the way you are doing it! Ohhhhh, yessss!! Keep it going, stud! Make that ass fucker drill me 'til it shoots a big, hot load of your cream up my ass!! I wanna feel you shove it and squirt it until there ain't nothin' left in it! You gonna make me feel good, babe! You gonna fuck me soooo good!"
"Unnnnghhh! Oh, yeah, baby!! That is one sweet ass.and I'm gonna fill it with enough hot juice to make it leak for a week!!! Oh, yeah, baby!! Oh, yeah!! Take that cock, baby!! Take that big, fuckin' cock!!! Oh, yeah, baby!! Oh, yeah!!"
As we were making our wants and plans known to each other, I felt his rhythm increase and the strokes began to get shorter. He didn't pull it out quite so far, but when he pushed back, he slammed that big roto-rooter into me hard enough to nearly lift me off the floor. "Oh, yeah, baby!! Oh, yeah, that's soooo good!" he kept repeating as his piston jammed its way up into my hot cylinder and then retreated only to pound its way back in. He was right.It was "soooooo good!"
I could feel that big head as it pushed its way over the folds and convolutions of my chute pulling them one direction and then the other, while it rode across the nut of my prostate each time it passed, sending shock waves through my whole lower body. The tightly stretched sphincter of my rosebud was being pulled out on the backstroke until it probably looked more like a morning glory. Then it was pushed back into place as he reversed and started to slide that wonderful prick back into me. I could feel the silky, soft skin covering his steel-hard rod as it slid through the opening, bumping slightly over the large blood-filled veins that ran over its top. I was in heaven!!! This man really knew how to fuck and satisfy his partner!!! I could go on this way for hours. .but I didn't have hours.
"C'mon, babe. Make that hot tool shoot its load into me. I gotta get back to my table. C'mon, babe. Stroke it! Stroke it! Fuck that tight ass, babe!! Poke me, babe! Poke me some more and let me feel that hot load cum squirtin' out!!! C'mon, babe, make that baby shoot!"
Taking my cue, he started to speed up even more. He loosened his arms that were still around my waist and grabbed me with his hands at the top of each of my thighs. Digging his fingers in to hold on, he started to slam into me faster and faster. His grip tightened until I thought he was going to dig right into my skin. Then he grunted and moaned, "Here it comes, baby!! Here it comes!!!!!"
When he did that, I crouched down a little further to make sure he could get it even deeper, if such were possible. Then he rammed that rod into me and froze. I pushed back and started to work my sphincter and inner muscles, gyrating slightly to help draw him over the edge. Then he inhaled deeply and, holding his breath, he pulled me onto him as tighly as he possibly could and if felt the first wave of orgasm pass through his body and knew he was unloading his hot, molten lava into my deepest recesses.
Reaching down with my right hand, I grabbed my own incredibly rigid cock and started to pound it wildly. It only took a few seconds and my balls exploded, sending rope after rope of white pearly cum onto the wall in front of me. Each time my cock spasmed and shot another load, I felt him jam himself into me again and knew that he was repeating the same shots inside me. Suddenly I became aware of the warm glow of his hot cum in there. It felt sooooo good and so filling. I was getting exactly what I wanted!!
A couple more jabs with his swollen poker and then he stopped. "Man! That was fucking incredible!!!! That was a fuck to remember!!! Man! What an ass you've got there!! Anytime you want to try this again, you just let me know." With that he pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper to wipe himself off, and had his jeans up and belted before I could even get turned around good.
As I was pulling up my slacks and zipping and buckling them, he was already at the sink washing his hands. By the time I got there, he was drying them off and heading for the door. He stopped momentarily to turn his head back to me and say, "I really mean it. If we see each other again, I really want another go at that ass!! By the way.my name is Jim."
".and mine's Peter," I managed to get out just before he disappeared through the door.
I turned to the mirror, washed up, and went back to the table. That was a little over a year ago and I haven't seen him since. .but, believe me, I am definitely watching out for him. I could use another go at that cock just as much as he said he wants my ass again!
So let me know what you think of my story. Write me at CNJShore9@aol.com and I will answer you (assuming you have been reasonable -- even if negative). If you want to try a few others of my stories, look for titles such as: "Meeting Dan", "Peter Paul & Gary", "Bottom to Top". Hope you enjoy.