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Trough Tradie
I'm walking home from work and I'm busting to take a piss. In desperation, I cut across the park and head towards a small toilet block, tucked away in a shady corner. Inside the toilet is dark and damp, it smells strongly like piss. There is a rough looking tradie standing at the trough. I walk to the other side of the trough, unzip my fly, pull out my cock and unleash a mighty stream of hot piss. Relief.
From the corner of my eye I can see the tradie is moving his hands near his cock. I cautiously look over and see he is hard and playing with himself quite openly. I look up to his face and see his eyes are focussed on the piss coming out of my cock. I don't even think he noticed I was looking at him. I finished pissing and I shake my cock, but I don't put my cock away. I keep stroking it, I turn towards the tradie and let him watch me get hard.
I look the tradie up and down, he looks about 30, dirty work boots, hi-vis shirt and flimsy blue nylon footy shorts. He has his cock pulled out one of the leg holes and I can see he's wearing a thick, black, rubber cockring. I make eye contact with him.
"Hey"
"Hey, bro, I'm so fucking horny"
"Yeah, me too"
He takes his hand off his cock and peels off his shirt, casually throwing it down on the piss-soaked floor. His body is solid and muscular. He's covered in a generous amount of hair, clippered to reveal the tattoos covering his arms, chest and back. He gets down on his knees and stuffs my cock into his mouth. I place my hands on the back of his head and force him to take it all. He gags, but doesn't move away. I can tell that he likes this. I thrust my hips and pump my cock in his throat. He slurps and moans loudly.
I move my hands and place them on either side of his head. His mouth drops open and I start fucking his face hard. Spit pours off his lips. He groans and moves forward, desperately trying to take more cock.
I pull his head off my cock and let him stand, his mouth still hanging open. I spit in his mouth and kiss him, forcing my tongue inside him. I pull away and spit again, the spray landing around his mouth. He sticks out his tongue and licks his lips.
Next, he reaches down and grabs the elastic of his shorts and pulls them down, carefully stepping through in his heavy work boots -- I'm not expecting to see the filthy bike jockstrap he is wearing underneath. He stuffs his hard cock back into the pouch and I fall to my knees and stick my face into his crotch and inhale deeply. It smells strongly of sweat, cum and stale piss. I open my mouth and suck. I get it nice and wet so I can taste more. It's filthy and I love it.
I grab onto his hips and spin him around. I use my fingers to spread apart his arse cheeks, revealing masses of dark hair circling around a ripe smelling hole. I drill my tongue inside him. He bends over, his head hovering over the piss filled trough, grabs his arse and pulls it open wider so my tongue can dig deeper and taste his sweet, dirty cunt. I place my lips over his hole and suck. He moans.
"Fuck me, bro!"
I stand up and without warning, drive my cock deep inside him. He groans in pain. I pull out and drive it in again, I can feel his hole start to relax. I pump rhythmically in and out, giving him the full length of my cock.
"Shit, yeah, bro, fuck me harder!"
I build up the pace, his moans getting louder, the faster I get.
"Take my cock, you filthy pig!"
I keep slamming his hole until his hole clamps down on my cock. He lets out a scream. This sends me over the edge and I keep pumping his tight hole as I shoot inside him.
I pull my cock out and he stands upright and turns around.
"Thanks for that, bro"
"Anytime."
Still naked, he reaches down into his bag and pulls out his mobile phone.
"Give me your number so we can do this again"
I take the phone and enter my name and number as he gets dressed. I notice cum is leaking out of the front of his jockstrap, adding the filth he has already built up. He takes back the phone and taps out a message. I stuff my cock back into my briefs and do up my trousers.
"I sent you a text"
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
"See ya `round, bro!"
He grabs his bag and leaves.
I pull the phone out and read same time tomorrow, bro?' I tap back sure!' I walk out of the toilet and see the tradie walking across the park. I head off back home in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.