Davis loves his morning bathroom time. He would get to work early enough to get settled into his work area, grab coffee and head down to the bathroom in the lower level of his office building. On the floor that Davis worked there were lots of bathrooms to use, but Davis liked the basement bathroom the best. The basement bathroom was typically used by building maintainence, which were construction-built dudes who worked in cleaning the facilities or building onto them - either way - they were not the office type workers like Davis.
In the beginning, even Davis would admit that it was awkward when he ventures down to the basement of the building to use the bathroom. He would get stares from all the workers who wondered if he was there to spy on them and report their actions. After a while, none of the workers even raised an eyebrow - they figured Davis just enjoyed the isolation while he took his morning shit. The truth was that Davis did enjoy the isolation. He enjoyed the ability to be alone while he partook of smelling raunch and playing with his dick and ass in the morning before the workday started.
The first time it happened and what got him hooked was when he ventured into te last stall of the bathroom and pulled down his pants. He looked down at his hairy legs and thighs. He could catch a fair whiff of piss and breathing even deeper the sickeningly sweet scent of shit. He was in heaven and his dick started to get hard. He continued to stare at his crotch and slowly lifted his shirt until he had his right nipple in his left hand and gave it a slow hard squeeze. He loved how his ass felt so open on the toilet and even reached back to pull his hairy ass cheeks further apart - he swore he could feel the cool air in the toilet on his hole.
Davis leaned back on the toilet and even though he had taken a thorough shower that morning caught a whiff of his dick and balls. He reached down and started to grab his rock hard dick when the door opened and he froze in place. The bathroom was designed so that you could not see who was in the stalls unless you walked directly in front of the door and viewed into the slit near the door Davis heard slow heavy footsteps and as they got closer he decided it was best to let go of his dick in case someone cheeks to see if the stall was occupied. The steps got closer and he anticipated someone checking the stall but instead the person went to the next stall to his. He heard the door open and the rattling of the toilet seat cover paper being pulled out. Davis never used toilet seat covers - he liked the idea of his manly ass soaking up whatever piss, cum and shit on the seat into his ass.
The visitor eventually settled onto the toilet seat and kicked out his legs. Davis looked down and could see the visitors shoes. Ah...construction boots. Davis had noticed in particular a member of the construction crew a few weeks ago. Dirty blonde, dirty skin, hairy arms and appeared to wear the same t-shirt and jeans every day. One day in passing on the elevator - Davis caught the whiff of dirty ass and balls. Being the only other person on the elevator he knew it had to be the other man. He slowly looked over and scanned the man standing next to him. The man was about 6 feet tall, long dirty blonde hair and bearded. His beard was scraggly and he was looking at his phone probably sending a text message to his girlfriend, thought Davis. The entire ride Davis though about what the man might smell like - his armpits, his balls, his feet and definitely his ass. Judging from the hair on his arms and face, Davis thought to himself, that dudes ass must be a veritable smorgasbord of hair and skin that begged to be licked and sucked on.
The man next to Davis grunted which broke Davis fantasy trance. The man grunted even louder and Davis could hear the tell-tell plops of shit falling into the toilet from his ass. Davis strained to listen even closer and heard a strong stream of piss hitting the inside of the toile bowl. Davis could smell an increasing mix of body odor an shit the longer he sat there. Davis stared down at the feet of the visitor and noticed the shadow cast by his leg seemed to be moving ever so slightly. Davis bent over on the toilet and peered under the shitters divider - no mistaking the repetitive shaking of someone jerking off. Davis dick sprang back up and he wrapped his hands around his own veiny dick and slowly stroked - he didn't want the dude to know that he was also beating off in the shitter. The visitor continued at the same pace for te next few minutes and abruptly stood up with his shoes facing the stall divider. Davis heard a low grunt and right after saw 3 powerful jets of hot cum hit the floor right underneath the divider. 2 more jets came right after as he heard his visitor shake his dick more. Davis thought to himself , what a nasty fucker - didn't even wipe his ass! or flush the toilet! Momentarily, the visitors stall door opened and Davis could hear him walking towards the sinks. Instead of hearing him wash his hands, Davis heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
Davis quickly stood up with his pants at his ankles still and opened his stall door. The bathroom was empty. He slowly walked one stall over and pushed the door open. The floor was covered in cum an what was even better - what had hit the floor was nothing compared to what was on the stall wall and the lid of the toilet.
Davis quickly closed the stall door and stared down at all of the wet cum clinging to the wall, toilet and floor from the construction worker. He leaned over and put his nose right up against the toilet - e loved the ripe smell of fresh cum. He darted his tongue out and slowly licked the rim of the toilet where several ropes of cum still streaked the surface. The taste was amazing - sweet, salty and sour! He quickly licked the rim of the toilet and also caught the taste of shit as well, which made his dick throb. He got down on his hands and knees and searched the wall for the beginning of the cum trail splashed across it. When he found it, he slowly sucked down the filthy cum-coated wall eating all the jizz he could see . He stared at the toilet and saw the huge hunk of shit still floating solitarily. He leaned over the bowel and inhaled deeply staring into the bowel. His imagination flashed on a picture of the construction worker sitting on the toilet bowl with his legs wide open - uncut hardon sticking straight up as he stroked and braced himself to shit. In Davis's mind he could smell the pungent hairy hole of the worker, taste the pissy foreskin and feel his rough ballsac in his hands.
Davis was suddenly interrupted from his daydream by a clearing throat.
"Umh-him!"
Davis could only imagine what he looked like with his pants around his ankle basically bent over licking the toilet bowl and wall of the filthy bathroom stall.
He stood up and straightened himself prepared to give an explanation for his pig like behavior but before he could answer, the construction worker grabbed him by his throat and slammed him up against the wall of the stall.
"Figured you were a nasty pig faggot. I could hear you sniffing my raunchy funk!" boomed the construction worker as he held Davis against the wall with one hand. Davis stood there stunned sane stares into the gray eyes of the man who no less than 20 minutes sat inthe stall next to him shitting and jerking on his own cock. Davis noticed his own dick had not gone down an inch and in fact feel even more hard and hot than before.
The construction worker leaned in closer to Davis face until their lips were inches apart. The construction worker stared Ito Davis eyes and suddenly spit into Davis face, his huge glob of spit hanging from Davis lips.
Davis instinctively lapped his tongue out and sucked the man's spit into his own mouth savoring the hot slime.
Davis felt the man pressuring his head lower and he started to lean forward. The man pushed one final time and Davis found himself on his knees with his pants pulled down around his ankles and face to face with the man's unwashed dirty funky jeans. Davis leaned in closer and took a sniff. He could tell the man had not washed those jeans in a while.
The man stopped him by putting his hands on his face.
"No. I got something extra special for a bathroom raunch pig like you!" said the man and turned around unbuckling his funky dirty jeans.
Davis watched as the man unbuckled his pants and pulled both his underwear and pants down in one motion. The man leaned forward bracing himself against the toilet bowl. Davis leaned in closer and took a whiff.
"Eat my hole you pig!l growled the man an reached behind him, grabbing Davis head and forcing it into his hot, hairy unwashed mancrack.
Davis licked, slurped and tongued the hairy gash. He could taste and smell butt funk and the hair - he chewed and pulled at the man's ass hair with his teeth until the man growled,
"Cut that shit out and eat my nasty hole, punk!"
Davis kept eating and licking at the hole. The man's hole opened and he could feel small belches of fart on his face. He jammed his nose in the open hole and sniffed as hard as he could - enjoying the man's ass belches.
Davis could tell the man wa getting off on havig his hole eaten - he had begun to stroke his big thick veiny dick and closed his eyes. Davis concentrated on trying to fuck the man's hole while he jerked off. He pulled the man's ass cheeks as far apart as he could and started pistoning his tongue in and out of the dirty trench hole of him.
In a few minutes, the man straightened himself over Davis and quickly turned. His dick spit out rope after rope of creamy hot cum all over Davis's face. He shoved his still dribbling dick into Davis mouth while Davis sucked on the dick head like a newborn until the man pushed him away, pulled up his pants and left the bathroom again - without washing his hands - the second time!