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Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota, #9
He pushed open the door. A pair of uninteresting men stood at the urinals. Another stood in front of the sinks combing what little hair he had left. Steve ignored them. Walking quickly toward the farthest urinal, he unzipped his pants, dug around in his Jockeys until he got a grip on his firm prick, tugged it out, and instantly began spraying the back of the commode with a heavy stream of piss.
He heard the door open and close a few times. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the other guys finish, zip up, and move away. Again he heard the door open. Again he heard the footsteps moving across the floor. He ignored all of it.
Steve sighed. Then he felt someone moving up beside him. Eight urinals in a row, all of them empty, and this guy chooses the one right next to his.
He glanced up. At that second his fingers almost ripped his cock off at the root. The blond, his eyes still hooded, still defiant, moved up against the porcelain, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his fly.
The blond's cock reeled out of his Levi's and dropped toward the rim of the urinal. Thick, heavyheaded, pristine white with a luscious pale pink head, tightly circumcised, and almost as delicious-looking as anything Steve had ever seen in his life, it slowly began to spray a stream of piss into the bowl.
Steve couldn't move his eyes. He couldn't move anything at all. While the guy peed, Steve just stared.
Finally, his voice very low, very compelling, the blond whispered, "You like it?"
Flashing his eyes up from the beautiful prick dangling next to him, Steve reacted without thinking. Benumbed, he nodded, "Yes."
The guy didn't say another word. He just shook his cock a few times, and without putting it away, stepped back from the urinal. He quickly walked back to the last stall in the room.
Stuffing his cock back into his pants, Steve followed. The guy opened the stall door and then watched Steve, a little smile bending just the corners of his wonderful mouth.
"What about your friend?" Steve whispered as he followed the lure.
"Don't worry about her," the guy rasped, his eyes gleaming. As he spoke he closed the door behind them and latched it.
For a moment they squirmed around the tight space until the guy stood with his back to the wall.
Steve knew this had to be a dream, a wonderful, hunger-induced fantasy. He must really have passed out hours ago in the concourse outside the boutique.
He wrapped his fist around the guy's solid prick. It felt so warm, so damp, so wonderfully smooth. Steve thought for sure he'd fill his shorts before he got this beauty into his mouth.
"Come on, guy," the blond hissed as he brushed his long blond hair back over his shoulder.
But Steve had the good sense to want the whole package. The prick was magnificent, luscious-looking, and very appealing, but he also wanted the balls, the thighs, the pubic hair - and, most of all, he wanted that extraordinary, enticing ass.
Peeling the guy's Levi's down to his knees took some work. Steve didn't mind at all. The bikini briefs proved much easier.
The sight was as spectacular as he'd dreamed it would be. The guy's hips jutted out away from the wall, his cock, enormous now and glistening a bit, stabbed upward over a pair of heavy, hairless pink balls. The massive thighs, in contrast, were covered with soft, copper-colored hair.
Bracing himself, Steve squatted in the cubicle, his back against the partition, his fist filled with the evergrowing prick. It seemed to get longer and longer, just like Pinocchio's nose.
He touched the pisshole with the tip of his tongue. The guy sighed. Steve almost passed out. Tangy. Pungent. Sweet. The cock tasted of urgency and good clean sweat.
He let the head slip into his mouth. The guy groaned. Steve sucked, his tongue flitting across the glans, his teeth fastening just behind the ridge. Steve could feel the guy's hands on the back of his head.
"Come on, guy," he hissed again. "Take it all." With that he began ramming his meat into Steve's mouth. It hit the back of Steve's throat. He gagged and swallowed, gasping for air. But the cock just kept on coming.
Now he could feel the tight, crinkly pubic hair, he could smell it, taste it. The cock had just begun to retreat a bit when they both heard the restroom door open again. They froze, the blond's hands holding Steve's head very steady, very secure. Without moving, without even breathing, they listened to the footsteps cross the tile floor. They heard the zip and the almost instant tinkle of piss in the urinal. It finally stopped. They listened to the zip of the fly, the footsteps, the tap spraying water into the sink, the momentary silence, then the snap as the paper towels came out of the dispenser.
The door opened again. More footsteps, more splashing, more paper towels. All the while, the blond's cock never wavered, never withdrew.
Steve's jaw began to ache, his knees to burn, yet he had no intention of changing position, of doing anything that might let this wonder get away. To distract himself he let his fingers begin diddling with the blond's heavy balls.
The guy grunted softly, his thighs opening a bit wider. Finally the restroom door opened and closed again. Silence once more filled the small cubicle. As it did, the blond instantly started tugging Steve's face into his crotch.
Gasping like a landed fish, Steve stretched his lips around the ivory-white stem and let them glide back down into the blond's pubic hair. As he did, his fingers, already fumbling with those spectacular balls, grazed the edge of the buttocks.
Steve shifted a bit, redistributing his weight. With the other hand he reached around the guy's ass. Grasping one of the huge, cool spheres, he began to squeeze it a little, knead it, caress it. The cheek felt even more wondrous than he'd fantasized.
Precome oozed out of the cock into his throat. Hair tickled his nose, his upper lip. Smooth muscle filled his hand. Steve hadn't given a blowjob as delicious as this in years.
The blond began to grunt. Instantly Steve relaxed.
He didn't want it to end this fast. He still had a lot of exploring to do. Steve stared up at that gorgeous face as the cock glided in and out of his throat. He adored looking up at a man from this angle, seemingly so tall and strong - and so beautiful.
The cock slid deep into Steve's throat. He gagged again, sputtering a bit. The guy didn't pay any attention at all.
This time when the bathroom door opened once again, Steve didn't stop sucking. He just continued very quietly sliding his mouth up and down the blond's awesome prick.
Once more the blond exerted enough pressure to make Steve's mouth swallow more of his meat. The fear of gagging, of giving away their activities, opened his throat instantly. The head wedged itself downward. The blond sighed again. Yet neither of them heard any sound from outside the men's room stall.
Finally, water splashed into a sink. Then again silence. Then more water. At long last the rip of the paper towels, the lid of the trash can rattling loudly, and the door wheezing open again.
All the while Steve's throat gulped at the blond's prick, his hand caressing the guy's sweet ass.
Now, in the silence of the restroom, Steve exerted enough energy to force his mouth off the cock. The blond glanced down impatiently. Steve didn't stop to explain. Grasping the heaviness in his fist, he laid it across his face, stroking it, as he began to tongue those awesome balls. More clean sweat, more heat! Steve sucked one into his mouth. It barely fitted.
This time the blond grunted loudly, his thighs spreading apart as far as they would go. Now the precome was drizzling down Steve's cheeks, his forehead, into his eyes. He loved it.
Slipping his fingers between the guy's massive thighs, he felt the guy react, his legs closing, his ass tightening. But then the blond relaxed just as a finger slipped into the heated crack between those marvelous cheeks. Steve found the butthole, tight and dry. He rubbed it. The guy groaned even louder, his ass squirming under the attention.
Steve looked up. "I want it all," he whispered, his eyes pleading with the icy blue ones looking back. "Turn around."
At first the blond seemed reluctant, even defiant. But then he stood up away from the wall and clumsily turned until those glorious buttcheeks hung directly in front of Steve's face.
Awed, Steve stared at them, his eyes straining to memorize every bit of pale skin, every twitching muscle. The blond shivered a bit, his hair drifting around his shoulders. He leaned forward, bracing himself, his ass jutting out away from the wall.
Lovingly Steve pressed his lips against a smooth cheek. The guy shuddered. Steve licked the delicious skin. A moan drifted up out of the blond's throat. Then Steve sucked it into his mouth. On and on, nipping, kissing, sucking. Steve slipped from one cheek to the other, all the while avoiding the crack. That was going to be special, a real surprise.
The more he manhandled that wonderful ass, the more the blond seemed to enjoy it. Finally, unable to wait any longer, Steve slipped his tongue into the crack between those cheeks.
Working it slowly downward, he used his tongue to separate, to explore. Finally, almost as if the blond were about to sit on his face, he fastened his lips to the base of those cheeks. Steve's tongue shot out of his mouth. It touched the right muscle. Steve gasped with pleasure. The blond groaned loudly, his body shaking, hands pressing against the wall.
Reaching around in front, Steve gripped the throbbing cock and began to pull it, his fist tight and demanding. Mean while, his tongue fluttered against that delicious butthole, the sphincter finally relaxing a bit, the cheeks smothering in around his face. Remembering the overheard conversation, he knew this was truly the only way to suffocate.
As it was, he didn't. Instead the cock in his fist suddenly began spewing come out across his fingers, the wall, the front of the blond's jeans. Gasping, the blond blasted load after load into the sex-heavy air inside the cubicle.
A bit disappointed, Steve thought it was over. He thought the blond would turn around, pull up his Levi's, and sprint out the door. But that didn't happen.
Instead he turned around and pulled Steve up onto his quivering legs. Quickly he fumbled open the front of Steve's trousers. Unzipped now, the Dockers hit his ankles, the Jockeys following right behind them.
Unable to comprehend what was happening, Steve didn't resist even as the blond shoved him face first up against the wall. Then the rugged blond moved in behind him.
"Sometimes," the guy hissed, "fuckin' a guy's butt is better than fuckin' pussy."
With that he wedged a finger between the cheeks of Steve's ass. Steve cringed. He didn't mind getting fucked, at least not after a good rimming, some well-managed finger work, and about two pounds of lubricant. But this way - jammed against a toilet wall, his ass dry and apprehensive, his legs so weak they didn't seem capable of supporting him?
The finger found the hole. Steve whimpered. He heard the blond clear his throat. Then he felt the wetness touch his butthole. And he heard the blond stroking his come-slick cock.
Without warning the head of the blond's prick moved in between his cheeks. It wedged against the reluctant muscle. Steve gasped for air. It lunged forward, and Steve, snorting with pain, almost rose off the floor as it burrowed up into him.
Fortunately, the fucking didn't take very long. After about a dozen thrusts, the blond spewed a second load ten inches up inside Steve's stunned ass.
This time, when he finally withdrew, the blond did begin to pull up his pants. Slowly, half paralyzed by passion and muscle strain, Steve followed suit.
The restroom door banged open again. They both froze. Again the stream of piss rattled into the urinal. Again, the water sprayed into the sink. Once more they waited for the sound of the retreating footsteps. They didn't hear anything.
Finally snorting, the blond unlocked the door and shoved Steve out into the room.
The young man standing by the sink barely paid any attention to Steve. It wasn't until the spectacular blond came out of the same cubicle that his jaw almost bounced off the porcelain sink. Staring wide-eyed, he silently watched as Steve quickly headed out the door, the blond right behind him, a sly smile wrapped around his eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.