The place reeks of urine and chlorine, and there is mildewy gunk crawling out of the grout and onto the graying floor tile. The single mirror above the washstand is cracked and tainted so that anyone who peers at themselves finds a two-face starring back; and almost always there is human shit splattered on the walls like a genuine Pollock canvas. The clean freaks stop, clench their cheeks and move on, others grumble and hold their breath for a few secs to take a leak. Others linger. I am one of them. I crave those smells. The rest stop restroom off of highway 45 is mine.
Don't get me wrong. I'm like everyone else. I wasn't born with a preference for dumpy bathrooms. Most days they gross me right out, but when I'm horny as fuck my cock reminds me what that place means: faceless grunting and cock down my throat. BTW I didn't use an adjective to describe "cock" in my last sentence because I like them all. Stubby, salty, semi-hard, uncut, long, wide, curved, enormous..you name it. I take it all, and I take it with enthusiasm. I also see the same cocks, sometimes twice a day. Suck that!
You may think I'm a whore, and you're absolutely fucking right. There's no doubt about that. But that's all you have on me, and maybe that's all you want. Maybe it's even all you need to get off, the image of a little whore out there desperate to suck you off in a dumpy bathroom off highway 45. Maybe not though. Maybe you need a little more. Maybe you need to be standing in a dark room in front of a stall with a hole at your crotch. You feel something on your 501s, something curious. It explores down your strong muscular thigh and squeezes, and then it creeps up to where your cock is tense. Then your top button pops, and the others follow.
Suddenly, your jeans are on the floor and your thick hairy thighs are exposed to a cool draft coming from somewhere you don't care. It makes your leg hairs stand on end. The urine chokes you as a hand cups your balls through your stale trunks. The grip on your balls gets tighter and pulls them away from you gently, caressingly, and then it releases and then tighter again. It gets humid around where your trunks meet your leg, and a hot wet tongue meets the skin. It swirls around. Tickles. The hand cupping your balls inches sideways and reaches underneath the leg of your trunks. Fingers find their way through your pubes and grab hold of your throbbing tool and pull you closer to the stall wall.
The smooth wet tongue licks your balls through the fabric of your underwear. He inhales your man smell, and licks again. You want his mouth. You want his hole. You pull your trunks all the way down to where your jeans lie, and are caught off guard by the stench at the floor. Vinegary rot. It surprisingly turns you on. As you come up, his hand jerks you into the wall and a slippery warmth envelopes your cock to the base. Your hips gravitate to the wall eager for more, and the cool metal on your hips feels good against the warmth. His tongue swirls around your pole while his smooth lips clasp your meat. His mouth opens and his bottom lip drags at your cock as he pulls out and then his lips close around your head.
Both your hands are above you hanging on the top of the stall like you're being arrested. A thrill. A light switches on from somewhere, but his wet mouth strokes your cock, and the light is off again. He sets a rythym, and you match it. Your hips start banging into the stall and then you hold them there. He chokes on your girth, and you bang again. Pants unzip. The guy in the stall pauses, and then sets back to work. His saliva lubing you up. It feels tight and slippery. Grunts escape you. You are an animal. He needs to hurt. He is a dirty motherfucker, sucking you off in this shithole.
A draft of humid air again, this time somewhere unexpected. You maintain your rythym, but turn your head a bit. A strong body from behind hurls itself against you so that you are sandwiched between his hips and the wall. You struggle, but he is stronger. His arms wrap around yours and his legs kick yours open. His tongue probes your ear. You gasp. You feel his cock in between your globes. It's thick. A hand grabs your ankle and its shadow crawls underneath the stall. The cock is rimming your ass now. The shadow becomes a man and that man pulls at your shoes. The animal behind you yanks at your hips and your torso falls, so that you are bent over, powerless.
Your shoes are off and then your pants and then the man is licking your feet. It feels weird, but good. The beast behind you forces you to bend further and spits at your crack. His hand smothers your hole, his finger pierces deep. Moan. The man sucking your big toe moans too. His tongue gropes at your sole, and then his lips suck your ankle. His head is in between your spread legs. Two fingers. Hairs caress hairs, higher and higher. Spit. Finger. Two. Fuck!
His thick cock curves into you and it hurts. It keeps pushing. It fucking hurts. Get it out! He thrusts and is inside you completely. Whole. THe guy sucks at the hair of your balls. They shrivel in delight. He backs out and thrusts again, and again. His hole cups your balls and his tongue swirls them active. Your cock is hard as a fucking rock. "Get your dirty ass on my cock" He complies. His mouth is tight and warm and yours. His cock is deep in you and he presses against your body. His arm crosses your chest from underneath and grabs your throat. He is in control. His grip is tight. You are his. You can't breath. His bicep bulges into your ribs. His tongue is deep in your ear, wetting it with his spit. He thrusts harder. His mouth sucks to a beat. Your meat is throbbing raw. Your hole is raw. His hand moves from your throat to your mouth. Moans escape. He grunts. His fingers forced down your throat. Tastes like metal blossoming. You wrestle his fingers with your tongue. They are strong. You submit.
Sweat from his body drips onto yours, and yours onto the man at your cock. Your musk forces him to want you. He goes deeper on your cock, and your balls lift in ecstasy. The wave grows and raises and the levy has broken. Your man seed has awakened, and you feed him. Your seed is flowing. The cock inside you massages from the inside out and you shoot down his dirty throat. He gulps and gags at the salty, savory taste of your cum. You like it when he gags, but you can't breathe.
He is on top with a fist down your throat. The sweat trickles down your hairy legs and tickles. Your hairless, plump ass is swollen. He pounds it with his raging cock. A monster reigning terror on your body. He opens you, and you are at his pleasure. Your knees buckle in exhaustion and the man under becomes a shadow. It reaches upward and a moan comes from the beast behind. Your hand reaches up and finds brow and beard. He is hot. He is inside you from top and bottom. He is shuddering. He clamps every part of you. You feel the warmth of his embrace and of his cum caressing your insides as he feeds you his seed. Grunt.
You will miss him.
He releases you and you collapse onto the dirty, grungy floor. The shadow is gone. The beard is gone. The only thing left is the faint odor of chlorine and urine, and the musk of the men.