"Aawwww!!! Fuuuuckkk!!!" this nameless stud moaned deeply as he held me tight, my mouth full completely with hard cock, and he unloaded his massive, manly balls down my throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could as my mouth became full with his wet, warm love juice.
Oh man... how did I get myself into these situations? Here I was, on my knees in a McDonald's toilet cubicle as some stud whose name I didn't even know fucked my mouth and filled me with his cum. To make matters worse, Kim my nominal girlfriend was sat at a table in the restaurant probably wondering what was taking me so long. Oh God. How was I going to explain this one off?
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The thing was, I just couldn't help it. As I'd opened the door to the fast food restaurant, I'd seen him. He caught my eye, quite literally. He was sat down munching on his fries, a real biker stud dressed in leather jacket, faded jeans and black boots. He was older than me, I'd guess about 35. His hair was cut short on the sides but shiny and greasy on the top - stylishly scruffy you might call it. Everything about him screamed stud. Even his stance as he sat there alone at his table, legs apart, with one of them splaying into the isle as if he owned not only the table but all the space around him. He was burning masculinity, and as I watched him he held my gaze and watched me back. Calmly. He knew.
He knew exactly what I was feeling inside. He could feel it and I could sense that he could feel it. Whenever I see a stud like that I get all nervous inside. Embarrassed even. I wanted him. I needed him. Most times I can keep it to myself, but this guy had caught me. Within a second he knew what was up. Every man who has it inside him knows exactly what I'm talking about. That connection. I was now the prey and he was the hunter. If he was hungry enough he could take me, and there would be nothing I could do about it. I'm sure he'd seen my type before. Another fly caught in his web. Some young, pretty boy trying to be all respectable out with his girlfriend, but deep inside craving the touch of a real man. Needing it badly but too afraid to admit it.
I tried to compose myself and bring myself out of this daze. Kim was talking to me, prattling on about some top she wanted, wondering whether it would go with her current wardobe, or some other dilemma which seemed to occupy her mind an a fairly frequent occasion. I wasn't listening. As we walked towards the counter to order our food we would have to pass him and his outstretched leg occupying the isle. Kim squeezed past and made a sour face at our friend's inconsideration for her and her shopping bags. Then it was my turn. He moved his foot towards me and made sure that his boot met my foot. I stopped and looked down at him. He wasn't looking at me any more. But he knew I was looking down at him. He probably knew the look on my face too. Like a poor deer caught in the headlights. I wanted to speak, but I didn't know what to say. Eventually I just shuffled along meekly. Just the way he planned.
We ordered our food and sat down at a table. I made sure that it was away behind from where he was sitting. That way I could gaze on him without his eyes boring through me as he had done at the entrance. But then again, maybe that was what I wanted. I didn't know.
So Kim is going on about her day, her clothes, that tart at work who was sleeping with the boss, anything and everything really. She went on a lot. And I listened quietly, nodding, agreeing with her, making the right noises. I did that a lot. That was our relationship. She liked me because she could talk all day long and I could listen all day long. But right now I was more interested in the stud at the other table. He had finished his food now, and was slowly wiping his hands with a paper towel. Everything he did intrigued me. He was so slow, calm and self-assured. Now he was getting up. To leave? I hoped he would but I hoped he wouldn't. I didn't want this to end.
My heart sank as he got up and moved towards the exit. Had he forgotten me? Did I make a mistake by not sitting somewhere where he could see me, where he could watch me? Oh dear. He probably had some dumb girlfriend waiting back at home for him. Waiting for his motorcycle to pull up, so she could feel his thick cock deep inside her. He'd probably had enough toying with guys like me and now he was going home for some real pussy. He stretched out his arm to open the door about to leave, but then he stopped. My eyes widened as I watched him, just standing there in the doorway. Then, he let go of the door and turned round back towards the restaurant, and he grabbed his crotch firmly through his jeans for everyone and anyone to see. My heart skipped a beat. Game. On. He hadn't forgotten. And his slut of a girlfriend at home would have to wait.
He didn't look directly at me as he walked towards our table. But he didn't need to look my way. He kept coming towards us, but stopped just beside me. I didn't dare to look up. His firm arse was just inches away from my face, which I could feel reddening. I could even smell him. Even his smell was intoxicating to me. So manly and leathery. I knew this was all for my benefit. Still I didn't dare to look up or to my side. I pretended to be engrossed in whatever Kim was telling me. After a few seconds he cleared his throat gruffly and I heard his footsteps again as he moved along. Then I heard the bathroom door a few feet behind me open and swing shut. He had made his move. Now it was my turn. I knew he was waiting for me. And he knew I would come. As surely as a bee finds its way to the nectar I would come to him. My heart was beating pretty strongly now, and Imust have been flushed in the face because Kim suddenly stopped midway through her story. She never did that. She looked at me strangely and asked "Ben, you alright babe? You don't look so good."
"Um, no .. I'm... I'm fine. I just feeling a little hot that's all. Umm... I think I just need to use the bathroom. Sorry, excuse me."
"Yeah, maybe wet your face a little, babes. Can't have my boy looking all red and flushed now can we?"
She laughed her cute little laugh. Was this all a part of his plan too? Did his magic extend to this also? I got up and stepped towards the bathroom door. I gulped and pushed it open and it swung back and closed behind me. I knew what awaited me. I hoped I knew. As I turned the corner, there he was. Standing at the urinal in his glorious leathers and jeans. Again he cleared his throat gruffly, but didn't look at me. There were only two urinals. He was standing there but he wasn't pissing. Tentatively I moved towards the urinal beside him. As I got closer I got my first glimpse of his cock. It was hard. He was hard. He was veiny, hard and uncut. And thick. Just like I expected. A stud of a man and a beast of a cock. Beautiful in every way.
I moved into position like I was about to take a piss. But I didn't open my fly. I was transfixed by his presence, being this close to him, inside his aura. I wanted to look at him. Should I look at him? I didn't know what he wanted me to do. I just knew I didn't want to be anywhere but there at that very moment. He said nothing. His only move was to move his legs slightly, and let his jeans fall down ever so slightly. Again my heart jumped a little. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Now his cock was even more exposed, standing proudly as it curved upwards majestically. And his jeans had fallen to expose a pert, masculine butt covered in fine hair. Like something from my dreams.
I couldn't take it any more. My own cock was hard as a rock confined within my pants at this whole scene. It was driving me crazy. Now or never Ben, I told myself. I reached down for his cock, opened up my pink lips at took his head into my mouth. Oh. Fucking. God. He growled and let out a deep moan. He liked it. And I needed more of it. I tried to get more in my mouth. I needed more of this stud's hard cock inside me. I didn't care that we were in a fast food joint's public toilet. Any second now anybody could walk in and I'd be fucked. Bending down with some random guy's massive dong filling my gob. But still I sucked on, up and down, up and down on that thick piece of meat almost manically, getting him nice and wet. I needed to get him off. My hard cock, my twitching ass, my whole body was telling me to do so.
My stud's hand was now gripping the back of my head pushing me up and down on his member, whispering on "Yeah, that's it boy. Up and down, up and down. You're a good cocksucker."
But then he stopped, and pulled me off him. What was wrong? Was he bored of me? I looked up like a puppy that had upset his master but didn't know why. He stared back down at me, neither smiling nor frowning. His face didn't give much away, but those steely brown eyes looked into me, and made me his again. He pulled me up to my feet, so now I was face to face with him, just centimetres between us. I could feel his breath over my face. No doubt he could even smell his own cock on mine. What was he going to do with me, was he just toying with me? Again he grabbed me and his lips met mine. He wanted to kiss me. Even his lips were so masculine. His stubble rubbed against me as his tongue kissed my mouth, my chin, my nose, my cheeks. It was like he was marking his territory over me, making me his. Making anyone who got close enough know I was his and I belonged to him. Goodness knows how I was going to explain this to Kim. But I didn't care. We would cross that bridge when we came to it. For now, he was absolutely right I was his. He was holding me, he was kissing me, he was having his way with me as he wanted. I could feel his hard cock poking me in the stomach all the way through as he rubbed himself against me. He'd rub his cock against my stomach, then against my own trouser covered cock, then back to my stomach. Soon I felt his hands wandering down and masterfully undoing my belt, then pulling down my own trousers and my white briefs so that now like him, my hard cock and my round bottom were exposed. He kept rubbing against me all the while. And then he started undoing the buttons on my shirt one by one.
At some point I should have stopped this. This was way too risky for me. This stud was undressing me in a public toilet, for heaven's sake. My girlfriend could not have been more than five metres away, thankfully on the other side of what I hoped was a thick, sound proof wall. But I needed this. I needed this man to want and love me, if only for the next few minutes of my life.
Once he had my shirt open, he went down and run his hand across my chest, he tweaked and played with my nipples with one hand and slowly wanked my cock with the other. He told me how I liked it, and he was absolutely right. Kim never made me feel this way, so alive, so electric! And then, he grabbed me by the sides and turned me round. Again he held me tight to his chest, and I felt his hard knob burrowing into my ass cleft. He was kissing and biting on my neck, holding onto my exposed chest and his cock rode up and down between my own bum cheeks. I naturally arched my lower back as much as he would allow me and ground my arse back against him.
"Is that all you want?" he said into my ear.
I knew what he was getting at, but I didn't answer. I was so wrapped up in all this, so in the moment, a stifled moan was all I could manage.
"Huh?" he said again.
"I...I..."
"You what? What do you want?"
"Umm..."
"Say it. Tell me what you wanted from the moment you walked in this place."
"I... wanted your..."
"What was that?"
"I wanted your... I wanted your cock, sir."
Truly I didn't know where that came from. Why was I calling him sir for fuck's sake?
"Where did you want it?"
"My... my arse"
"It's right between your arse cheeks now boy. That enough for you?"
"N-no, sir"
"Then where d'you want it? Tell me where you want it boy?" He grabbed me tighter.
"Inside me. Inside my arse."
"So you want my cock deep inside your arse, boy?"
"Yes. Yessir. Please fuck me sir"
"As you wish. Get inside the cubicle."
At least he was going to fuck me in the toilet stall rather than out here at the urinals I thought. But any thoughts of a private fuck were misplaced. He didn't even bother to close the cubicle door. He didn't have to tell me what to do. I turned to face away from him and he spat down onto my hole, which was now puckering seemingly of its own accord, eager to open up for his big cock.
I felt him push against me and open me up. I'd been fucked before. Surprise, surprise Kim... but it still hurt like hell as he was going in. I twisted and craned my neck around as I wanted to watch him enter me and fuck me. He glared back at me, lips pursed as he looked down at this supposedly respectable young man who was eagerly and willingly giving him his arse for his pleasure in this toilet stall.
Fairly rapidly, the pain and discomfort transformed into wave after wave of total fuck-high bliss. He fucked me slowly, firmly, assuredly, like he knew exactly what feelings this was generating inside of my body, like he was in no rush, like he wanted to prolong this. This wasn't a guy trying to get his rocks off as quickly as possible. It was a stud breeding another man, asserting his manliness through his cock in my arse. Eventually his slow deep thrusts stopped altogether. He'd just go in deep and leave it there, balls deep inside me, stretching my hole to the fullest. I looked back over my shoulder, and he was there again just glaring at me. Then he'd pull out, so that just the head was left inside of me, and again he stopped. I couldn't take this teasing any more, and I started to move back and forth on him, fucking myself on his cock as he smirked at what he was making me do. He might not be in a rush, but my arse was in a world of its own pleasure. I think I was moaning now, I'm not quite sure. I wanted to be quiet, but I couldn't help it - this feeling inside me. It kept rising and rising and rising. Oh God, I thought. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... I bit my lip and tried to keep quiet as I could feel the cum rising inside of me. I grabbed my cock and wanked it furiously, still not stopping from fucking myself on his cock, as cum erupted from deep, deep inside me. It fucking went everywhere. Over the toilet bowl, over my hand, my chest, my open shirt. Some even managed to shoot up onto my face and I felt it hit me in the chin.
I think that's what my stud wanted. He could have ended this little rendezvous long ago, but he wasn't the fuck and go type. He was the type that wanted his partner to experience the full emotional pleasure of having his thick stud meat inside them. Whatever it was, my cumming seemed to push him over the edge too. But he didn't want to cum in my arse. He pulled me off him, kneeled me down in front of him and grabbed my head with both hands. He wanted to fuck my mouth and leave his mark there. This time he wasn't slow and wasn't gentle. He fucked my mouth hard and fast, hard and fast, hard and fast. Soon a gluttoral moan was rising inside of him. He was near.
"Aww... Come on man... Take it... Fuuuccckkk!!... Take that fucking seed!! "Aawwww!!! Fuuuuckkk!!!"
He emptied load after load down my throat, into my mouth, and made sure to pull out enough that some of it made its way onto my cheek and chin.
He was breathing heavy now, his chest moving up and down exaggeratedly. He reached down and kissed me heavily smearing his saliva again onto my face to mix with the cum he had also deposited there.
I wanted him to stay there with me, holding me, kissing me in this moment. It certainly wasn't the most romantic of venues, but his power and aura were all I needed. It made me feel whole. I knew he wouldn't stay though. He got back onto his feet and zipped up his blue jeans. There was a stain by his crotch, and anyone could make out his still heavy cock through the thin material. But I doubt he cared. He probably wanted people to see what was down there, stains and all. It was his mark of manhood like - Yeah I just fucked some little pretty boy in the toilets, what of it? You want some too?
And as for me, I was a mess. My neat hair was all ruffled, my shirt was open, there was cum on it, on my chest, on my face. There were even trails of precum on the crotch of my trousers where he had rubbed himself against me. I must have stunk of sex. How the fuck was I going to explain all this to Kim?
My stud, having pulled up his trousers, pulled me up by the arms. He looked me in the eyes again, I was still transfixed by them. He pulled some tissue paper out and started to clean up my face, and then buttoned up my shirt. He spoke to me softly this time through his deep voice:
"Can't let that nice little girl out there see you looking like this, can we?"
With that, he gave me one last sweet kiss, and turned and exited the bathroom and the door swung closed behind him.
Thank you for reading. I really enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you will enjoy it too. Any feedback to a story is always greatly appreciated. I would consider writing a second part to this story if others liked it.