Dirty Restroom Story By: Daddybare vampyrered@gmail.com
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Filthy, piss drenched, shit smelling, tobacco reeking, sweat infused toilets are the things that get my dick harder than anything. I grew up on Military bases where the men were men, and they didn't much care about the stench. As a boy I would wander around the base looking for hidden toilets that might be used for clandestine jerking off, or sex. I found a few. I enjoyed my childhood getting to suck soldier cock, and eating soldier ass. If I were really lucky, they would fuck the shit out of me, and then threaten to beat me up if I told.
The kind of man I like is masculine. Not in a superficial way, but just that he is a man. He stinks, he swears, he drinks beer, belches, and farts. When he goes into a toilet, it's to do what he needs to, even if that means using a fag to do it. We all know that fantasies. Meeting some hot man in a secluded toilet somewhere, and being used before anyone else is aware. We have all cruised a bathroom in a mall, or rest stop, or restaurant, or other place before. Where ever two men can get naked, expose their sexual needs, and their perversions, that is where a true fag will be.
I am a true fag. It took me a few years to get really perverted, but the desires were always there. I always loved the smell of a man. I loved his pits, his balls, his ass, and anything that came out of his holes. I topped a few times too. Sometimes that urge takes you over, and you want to fuck as much as be fucked. But this story is about me being used, as I like, in a place I love, a dirty toilet.
I know a few gay bars, and even straight ones, where you can get fucked, or just suck some dick. I also know some hidden gems that have been neglected, or forgotten about, that work even better. It is in one of these hidden gems that I found some of the best sex ever. The type of sex you never forget, and you jerk off too when you really need a good release. I was in my early twenties when this happened. Still a bit na•ve, but never stupid. I was hungry for anything a man could give me. I let them use me, as I enjoyed every minute of it.
One day I was just so fucking horny I couldn't stand to just sit at home. I needed to get fucked, and loaded, and drink some piss. I needed to be a pig. I knew there was this toilet a few miles away, at an old military site. It had long since been left to just rot, and few people ever were there. I mean the occasional maintenance guy, or someone that was out running. Sometimes, you would find some parked cars out in the lot, but it was people going out to the woods. I did happen to notice while out there that there was still a functioning bathroom on one of the lower floors of the building. I guess they figured it had to be there for the maintenance guys, or just anyone out there. It was one of those hidden gems that made me immediately hard. I had been exploring the old place, and needed to piss. I found the bathroom in the rear of the first floor, down a secluded hallway.
As I opened the door I was immediately hit with the smell of stale piss, and lingering cigarette smoke. Most bathrooms these days smoking are prohibited, but this is an old military building, and way out of the way, so who's going to say anything. That mixture of smells brought back some good memories. Memories of me as a kid, sucking uniformed dick like I was starving, the soldier dragging on his cigarette, ordering me to swallow his load. My dick was hard in my pants. I did a little recon on the place and found its set up to be pretty good. The last stall was far from the door, had plenty of room, and to my surprise, had a glory hole. Obviously, this place was well used by someone.
I decided to stake my claim on the toilet and see if anyone else showed up. It might be awhile, but I could explore the place naked, and maybe jerk off. The toilet itself was well used. Piss stains, rust, and public hair lined the seat and behind. The floors had been cleaned at some point, but you could tell there was some dried cum on the floor and even on the wall. Graffiti from horny guys was scrawled on the wall. "Suck my dick", "Tap three times for head". Crude drawings of dicks, and ass holes, were all over it. There were phone numbers listed, and times for you to meet up. It was as if I stepped into a time vortex, and wound up in the hey-day of gay sex.
I decided that perving out in this bathroom was just the thing I needed. I checked ever stall for liquid gold. If there was piss on the seat I licked it up, if I could find fresh sperm on the floor or walls I licked it up. Just as I was finished with the urinals, I heard foot steps in the hall. I quickly ducked into the last stall. I had already removed my pants earlier, and they were in a pile next to me. My dick was raging, but my nerves were on end.
The man was wearing boots from what I could tell from the footfalls. That could either mean hiking, maintenance or cop. I was hoping it was not the cops. I heard the door creek open, and the man come in. The first words he said were, "Damn, this place stinks!" I almost laughed. "But I have to take a shit, so will just add mine to the mix!" He walked toward the last stall, but took the one right next to it. Seemed funny to me, as he could have chosen one closer in. This made me think he was there for more than a dump. I looked under the stall, and noticed he was wearing dirt encrusted hiking boots. My luck, he had been out sweating in the heat today.
I heard him unbuckle his pants, and watched them puddle at his ankles. The whole scene, mixed with the stench of the room had my head spinning. I also brought along a bottle of poppers, so this was going to end up fun. I looked through the glory hole and just caught him sitting down on the toilet. His ass cheeks were covered with dark curly hair. His thigh looked massive, like the man was pretty good sized. My luck was running well today, I love a big man. To my surprise he lit up a joint. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the pot with his exhales.
He let out a loud fart, and I inhaled. He must have known I was there from the start. He simply said, "You want some of this pig"? I knew what he meant. "Then get your ass over here and work on my dick!" I crawled across the dirty floor to the next stall. When I looked up, there sat this hulking, hairy, sex assed man. His legs were spread wide, and he was stroking his cock. He took another hit off the joint, and offered it to me. "Here, this will get the party started." I took the joint, and took a long drag on it. The smoke filled my lungs, I held that sweet smoke in as long as I could and slowly exhaled.
I also took out the bottle of poppers, and took a hit on that. The mixture of pot and poppers is one that is unsurpassed. They both hit my head and body at the same time. I looked up at his bearded face, and made sure I made eye contact. "Get to work pig, the rest will come!" I stuck my face between his legs and inhaled the stench. His sweat, mixed with the already present funk of his ass. I licked his low hangers and took them gently into my mouth. My tongue washed over that hairy sack and gave them a good cleaning. All the time I had his balls in my mouth, he watched me with intensity. He offered me the last hit on his joint, which I gladly took. He also took a hit off my popper bottle and it was on.
He pushed my head on his rock hard cock, and gagged me. He held my head down into his pubes and fucked my throat hard. The tears started to run and the spit was all over his cock. He finally let me up. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" Wasn't so much of a question as a statement of fact. He pushed me back down on his cock and fucked my throat again. This time he almost didn't let go. I was just a little scared, but it helped the scene. "I want you to eat my hairy ass fag!" I willingly agreed. He got up, turned around and bent over the toilet. His massive ass was fur covered, and sweaty. His crack was moist, and foul. I took another hit off the popper bottle, and dove in. My tongue hit pay dirt, literally. He hadn't cleaned much since his last dump, and I knew he was packing still.
I pushed my tongue into his puffy hole, and licked. I sucked on the hole itself, and felt it give. I tasted his shit. He was full all right, and the more I sucked, the more open his hole became. "You keep that up and I will just shit in your mouth, boy"! I kept up my sucking and tongue fucking to prove my worth. He pushed, and his first thick log of shit came slowly out. "You better fucking it that and not let it get on the floor". I did as instructed and started to take that log into my mouth. I chewed it up and swallowed it. The next few were shorter, and thinner, and gobbled them up as well. I keep my mouth open and sucking all the while he shit.
As I did this he just kept moaning, and cursing. "Fuck that feels good, eat my shit!" I kept it up, until I knew he was done. I then cleaned his hole and crack spotless. The room smelled like hell. He stood up, and turned back around. His cock was raging hard. He shoved it into my shit-smeared mouth and face fucked me. "FUCK!" The man kept that up for quite some time. Then he sat back down on the toilet. "I want you to ride my dick until I shoot my load", he said. I quickly got up, turned around and aimed that fat cock up my hole. I took the whole 7 inches of him easily. He just swore that it was the best-damned pig hole. I slid up and down on that fat fuck. I took him all the way down each stroke. He held my hips to steady his pace, but slammed me each time. He didn't care that his cock was shit smeared as well. I hadn't cleaned out that morning.
I felt him fuck faster and knew I was going to be bred shortly. Taking a man's load up my ass is what I was born for. I am a cumdump pig. He finally pushed himself as far into my aching hole as he could. I felt his cock pulse repeatedly, and felt the warm liquid fill me. I sat on his cock while we both caught our breaths. The feeling of a man's depleted cock in you is amazing. But there was more to come. I slid off his cock and got back on my knees. I took his dirty, cum and shit covered cock and cleaned it for him. As I did, I knew he would need to piss. He warned me off, but not very convincingly. I waited and the first shot of piss came out. Then he held my head down and pissed the full flow. I swallowed as it came, washing my tonsils, and filling my belly. He finally stopped.
He lay back on the toilet in exhaustion. I lay down on the floor equally spent. I had not come, but that is never the most important part of sex for me. I will jerk off to the memory later. The big man stood, and started to dress. He thanked me for my help, and hoped that we would meet again sometime. I told him I would enjoy that, and he might bring some friends if he liked. He quickly left, as I still lay on the floor. I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke. I buried my other hand up my hole and played with the load he just deposited. I knew it wouldn't take long to shoot. I closed my eyes, and played with my hole. I stroked my cock hard and fast, and waited for the blow. Just as I was about to shoot, I heard a voice. "My lucky day, seems someone has greased you up already, and now it's my turn." I looked up, and it was one of the maintenance guys.