Getting Covered - Part 2 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 2 of this ongoing story.
This series is a compilation of mostly real life encounters. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
My heart was pounding again as I backed into the handicapped commode and instinctively sat on the toilet seat while this new stranger locked the door behind him.
I was trapped in the 4x6 foot room that still smelled like cum and all the manly stink from my sweaty body.
I watched in anticipation as his big hands unbuttoned and spread his jacket, flipped his tie over his shoulder, and undid his belt. My eyes darted back and forth between his tented crotch and his intense dark green eyes smirking down at me.
With trembling hands I reached out to replace his. I ran my palm against the silky fabric of his slacks, feeling an impressive, firming shaft tucked up and to the side and a sizable set of balls. I undid the button and zipper to reveal a pair of black briefs with a distinct growing wet spot.
"Good boy," he whispered and it sent a shiver down my spine.
He spread his legs to catch his pants from falling completely to the ground as I licked my lips, fingered the precum soaking his briefs and looked up at him as I licked it from my thumb. He raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly while reaching out for my head and pulling me closer.
I felt the warmth of his crotch as my face pressed against the straining fabric and took a deep inhale. The smell of fabric softener and traces of manly sweat filled my nostrils and I couldn't help the heavy sigh of satisfaction in my exhale.
I had a brief moment of missing summer, thinking how much more musky they would have smelled if it were a hot and humid day in the city but reached up and pulled at the waistband, hoping there would be a stronger smell at the source.
The elastic slipped lower revealing thick, untrimmed, dark pubes peppered with silver and I pressed my nose firmly against his pelvis to get another inhale. I was rewarded with a stronger natural scent but now mixed with traces of soap. The sound of a door closing in the distance brought me back to reality and reminded me I didn't have the time to worship the way I wanted ever since this silver fox called me a good boy.
I pulled his briefs down further, letting his rigid cock spring free and his full, hairy balls hang. I felt the handsome stranger pull my head back by my hair and obediently opened my mouth. He gave his impressive prick a few strokes then slapped his bulbous head on my salivating tongue.
"Good boy," he whispered again, pulling me deeper into my slutty submissive headspace and I wrapped my lips around him.
My tongue swirled around his tip and darted in and out of his leaking piss slit, savoring his sweet jizz before it traced his pronounce ridge. I kept my eyes up, watching his head fall back and mouth hang open with pleasure. I felt like such a slut and was so turned on by the handsome older man I was servicing I had to reach into my shorts to squeeze my aching rod. I could feel the cooling jizz in the gooey pouch of my jockstrap from my first risky public encounter, massaging it into my shaft.
Silver daddy looked down, smiling wickedly at me as he pulled me further down on his shaft until I took over of my own free will. I was hungry for another load and knew we didn't have much time in the risky situation.
I felt his thick spongey head widen my throat until my nose was in his thick bush. I worked my throat muscles, extended my tongue to tease his hairy sack all while keeping my eyes locked on his. I was totally lost in the sleaziness and turned on more than I ever had been by being so slutty in public.
"Such a good hungry boy,"
He started to slide his hips back and slowly forward, fucking my mouth with a gentle rhythm and his free hand reached inside my tank top to run his fingers through my thick fur and pinch my nipples. I let out a soft moan around his shaft when he slid his fingers into my damp armpit and rubbed them back and forth.
As he picked up his pace while I dutifully let him use my mouth and throat I kept my eyes on his the whole time. I smiled around his shaft with my drooling lips when he brought his hand to his nose to sniff my musky pit sweat on his fingers and he let out a satisfied, breathy moan. My scent seemed to turn him on because it made him buck into my face faster.
I did my best to stifle my gagging as his rigid cock pummeled my throat, breathing through my nose and massaging him as spit dripped from my lips. He abruptly pulled my head all the way down, crushing my nose against his pubes and I could feel the tears running from my eyes as I looked up at him. He held me there, nodding and silently mouthing the word yeah until I had to pull off.
I did my best to stifle a cough and deep panting breaths while trying to catch my breath, saliva dripping from my lips and his shaft which he quickly grabbed and started to pump right in front of me.
I pushed forward, burying my nose between his cock and thigh, getting a heady inhale of his slightly sweat dampened crotch and extended my tongue out to lick the sensitive skin of his scrotum, stretching it, trying to reach underneath and taste his moist taint as his balls started to pull up into him, away from my mouth.
"Good boy," he whispered again, this time in a growl.
His fingers hooked into my cheek and pulled me away from him. The squishing sound of his spit-covered cock being pumped furiously and his stifled grunts filling the tiny tiled space my eyes darted between his shining, dripping head in front of me and his clenched face. He hooked his thumb behind my lower teeth and clenched my chin, holding it open and I obediently extended my tongue, tilted my head back, and held my mouth open as he fisted his dick.
The whole thing was so fucking hot, I didn't care that it was almost over so quickly. My only disappointment was that I knew this man would get quite verbal with me and I wanted him to call me a slut, a cum hungry pig, anything to add to the intensity of my unusual behavior.
I grabbed his balls, gave them a gentle tug and he gasped. His face clenched and twisted and in seconds the first thick jet of seed shot from his cock and hit the back of my throat. He didn't stop pumping as more bursts of hot fresh jizz blasted from his slit, most landing in my open mouth and outstretched tongue but a few strands splattered my cheeks, lips, mustache, and the stubble on my chin. His body quivered and clenched until he practically doubled over, finally letting go of the firm grip on my chin.
"Swallow," he whispered and I smiled with my mouth still open and gulped down the mouthful of his tangy spunk.
"Thank you, sir," I whispered before licking my lips and then taking his dripping head into my mouth to clean it off, making him shudder.
He gasped and pulled his overly sensitive, slightly softened meat away from my hungry mouth and braced himself against the wall.
I was about to stand up but before I could he forced his cum covered fingers between my lips and nodded, indicating for me to clean them off as his thumb smeared the drops of pearly goo into my mustache.
I felt like a total a slut, a desperate, cum hungry pig and I had never been so turned on as I sucked his seed off his middle and ring fingers, realizing with my tongue that he had a solid metal band around one.
"Good boy," he whispered with a devilish smile.
I smiled back and slowly stood up with his fingers still in my mouth until he withdrew and i caught a glimmer of gold confirming he too was married.
"Thanks," I smiled with a wink.
He nudged me toward the door and as I slipped past him, softening cock still hanging from his crotch, a small final pearl of spunk smearing across the crotch of my sweat pants. He shuffled in front of the toilet bowl and within a second I heard him sigh as a strong, forceful stream of piss broke through the still water.
Part of me wanted to stop him and sit down to let him hose me down, my horniness was overtaking my brain at that point, but I had enough awareness to realize this wasn't the time or the place. The thought of walking through the lobby, soaked in piss and covered in cum made my dick twitch but I had been in here long enough and didn't want to raise suspicions. Plus I was technically still working.
I reached for the handle to sneak out but stopped myself.
"I would've stayed seated..." I whispered in his ear as his piss continued to flow.
His head snapped back and he gave me a wink that told me he liked the naughty idea.
Finally, I unlocked the door and just as I stepped out to check if the coast was clear, I heard him whisper "next time."
I slipped out of the small sanctuary of sex with a giant smile on my face, relieved and disappointed not to be caught by another sexy, random, married stranger and made my way to the sinks.
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, seeing myself in the mirror. My eyes were glassy and still slightly red. Strands of thick, pearly cream stretched across my bearded face and spit-glazed lips, and a prominent one from my right clavicle all the way down past the neckline of my tank top to my left pec.
I was about to turn on the faucet when something inside me stopped myself.
I couldn't just go back into the public lobby looking like this but I also didn't want to wash off the second load from the unexpected and handsome complete stranger. I pulled out my phone, snapped a quick picture in the mirror and then rubbed the aftermath of silver daddy's orgasm into my beard.
I rinsed my hands after licking off what I could and was just wiping the tears from my eyes when the handsome older stranger stepped up next to me, slipped a business card on the counter and walked away.
I knew it was going to be very difficult to concentrate on anything other than finding another load.
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