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More than He Could Handle.
Down in the public bathroom.
The buzz from a boozy reunion with old college buddies still hummed in Kevin's veins. He'd spent the afternoon laughing, reminiscing, and nursing a few too many pints. The city, once his youthful playground, still felt familiar. He had bought himself a giant loft apartment, right on the other side of the town center. The lads had been drinking hard over lunch. It felt great to see them again. Reminiscing about all the mischief they had gotten into. As well as the sexual endeavors they had over the years. Shit, their college years had been fun. Most of his friends had gotten married by now. Only Kevin and Tom remained single.
Around three, Kevin said goodbye to the men. Drowsy, horny, and a little too drunk, he strolled across the shopping streets to the main square. Kev urgently needed a piss like a wicked racehorse. And between you and me, Kevin was hung like one, too. He knew that the entrance to an underground public bathroom on the square was closer than his apartment. Usually, Kevin would not have gone down there. But this was an emergency. It could not wait. The stories he had heard about that place would make the hairs on your sack stand on end. One would only go down there to score some dope, buy an illicit weapon, or worse.
Kev was a wholesome guy. Absolutely not someone to piss in his own pants, no matter what. Besides that, it was the middle of the day. Nothing terrible would happen now! It could not, would it? Families with their children were still out shopping. Those horrible things would only occur at night and to other dudes, thought Kevin foolishly to himself. And anyway, Kev was convinced he could handle anything. As long as he kept his mind on the job at hand. Promptly draining the lizard and getting the hell out of there.
The men's room entrance was even more grubby than the stories had foretold. The stairs down were filthy. There were empty beer bottles and filled condoms littering the steps. The walls down to the underground bathroom were graffitied heavily with all kinds of lewd, pornographic texts and images.
Halfway down, the stairs took a ninety-degree turn. A businessman squatted on the first landing - just out of sight from the main square. Sitting with his back to the stairs down to the underground bathroom. One hand clasping his briefcase, the other tugging lewdly on the aroused pecker of a thuggish male street whore punk. The dude had a twenty in one hand and an eight-inch knife in the other. Just when Kev scurried past the two, the thug grunted loudly. Shooting his load over the suited businessman.
"Umm... Oh, yeah! Hmm. Ooh Fuck. Take that to your wife! You cheap ass-fucker. Next time, bring some real cash!" shouted the skinhead punk.
Kevin heard the thug kick the businessman in his stomach and the man toppling over down the stairs behind him. The businessman nearly collided with Kev as he pushed the grimy door to the gents open.
Once inside, Kevin's eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings. He was a little surprised by a crowd of loitering men. The smell of piss, sweat, weed, and semen was the second thing that hit him. It made Kev retch. It took Kevin a little while to get his bearings in the place. Along the opposite wall, to the left, stood four grimy wooden toilet stalls. The mirrored sinks hung, stained brown, and partially broken to Kevin's left. Full of debris and paper towels. All too dirty to be used. A long metal piss trough hung to the cubicles' right - directly across from the entry door. Kevin did not know why, but it had a full-width mirror above it. Not that you could see much. It, too, was heavily graffitied. A large group of loitering men congregated in line to Kevin's right. To his relief, they ignored him completely.
An older skater-type college boy and his young friend stood at the metal piss trough. Next to a builder. Playing with their wangs. Both their tracksuit pants hung around their knees. Asses flapping in the breeze. Grinning at each other. Oblivious that the other men behind the bog were ogling them. Out of the cubicle next to the skater's left, stuck a fully erect black monster dick through a roughly cut glory hole. Twitching rudely up and down. Already dripping pre cum onto the stained floor.
The public underground bathroom.
The wall of the stall wore the unmistakable signs of cum-stains below the hole. It had enough phone numbers to make up a phonebook. '-Suck this-' read one of the graffitied texts. The arrows pointed at the glory hole with the enormous black horsecock that had poked its head through. Up against the opposite wall of the trough were a few guys casually leaning against the wall. As if they were waiting in line. One of them got a blowjob by a grubby punk with a wide mohawk. Wearing nothing but a yellowish rubber shirt, dingy piss-stained yellow jocks, and a leather dog collar with two-inch pointed spikes. His bleached skinhead-jeans lay in the trough. Getting soaked in all kinds of manly fluids.
And although this was not Kevin's scene, he got sort of turned on by the debauchery of things he saw happening around him. Maybe it was the alcohol or the horny stuff his friends had talked about. Kev casually stepped away from the entrance door. Gravitating toward one of the empty toilet stalls. But still watching the other guys in the bathroom. He saw the punk on his knees going down the line. Groping cocks left and right. Sucking the prick in front of him deep down his well-lubed throat. Making all kinds of gagging and choking noises. Bobbing his face up and down.
The builder - still wearing his high-vis vest and helmet - had turned away from the bog. Seeing what was happening behind him in the large mirror over the trough. He pissed straight over the punk's head. The skinhead did not release the grip on the two guys. He kept on jerking them off hard and fast. But merely bent his head back as far as he could. Letting the builder piss him right in his open mouth. The piss-whore gargled, then swallowed the piss as if it were his delight.
Kevin had walked over to the cubicle, where the big black dick was poking out from. All of a sudden, the door to the men's room was roughly kicked open. Kev turned around in shock. Fearing for some kind of police raid. Or something. Two muscular men with tattoos, dressed in leather, jeans, and camouflage clothing, stormed in. They were tall and muscular. They had cropped hair, stubbled beards, and wore sunglasses.
When one of them saw the skater with his pants already around his knees, he ripped his codpiece open. A thick, tattooed cock sprung forward out of the leather chaps. In two giant steps, he jumped his victim. Kicking the boy's legs apart, he pressed him against the wall behind the piss-trough. Pulling his ass up. The leather man nearly lifted the skinny college skater off his feet. Slamming his man-meat mercilessly into the boy-cunt in one go. The skater screamed his head off. He got butt-fucked raw and dirty by the muscle man. There was no escape.
From the boy's horrid sounds, it was clear that this was his first time. The rest of the people in the bathroom looked in awe at the onslaught. Staring at the two rowdy leather musclemen. None of them stepped up to help the college guys. Those leather bikers looked way too scary to oppose, anyway. What shocked Kevin was the fact that it was still early. The shoppers on the square above were oblivious to what happened down here.
The other biker had grabbed the skater's young friend. Throat fucking him brutally. Using the belt on his leather biker jacket around the boy's neck. Controlling the skull-fucking tempo and the depth. The moans and grunts the young man made had even aroused the other dudes' interest from the cubicles. Making them poke their head out the doors. Kevin stood right next to the naked black stud from the first cubicle. Watching the two boys getting manhandled roughly.
After watching the two raunchy dudes take and abuse the boys for about three minutes, it was all over. Both of them had loudly emptied their balls. One deep and meanly into the struggling skater's butt. The other came deep into the mouth of his young friend. As quickly as the two mean men had entered the bathroom, as swiftly the burly dudes left. Laughing harshly. Telling each other what it was like as they bounded up the stairs.
Kevin was shocked. Well, he was doubly shocked. For one thing, he was shocked at the scene he just witnessed. It was as if it came right out of a dirty gay domination porn movie. But the other thing he was shocked about was that he was unknowingly stroking a big black monster cock. The guy had flung his arm around Kev's shoulder. Then, their eyes finally met.
The big guy pulled Kevin around. Saying, "... Did you like that? I do like watching boys lose their virginity. Don't you?... And it looks like you know a good thing when it's handed to you, bro," grinned the black dude dirty at Kevin. Watching his huge black cock getting stroked by Kev.
He leaned forward and kissed Kevin right on the mouth. Expecting some one-on-one anal action inside his cubicle. Whispering horsly, "... Wanna get fucked, bro? I need to empty my sack right now! You'll do."Kev said no and tried to pull away. But his hand was still gripping the warm black pole. Jerking him off. Rubbing his palm over the drippy cockhead. Distributing the pre cum over the horse-hung dick. Making the naked black hunk moan in pleasure.
Meanwhile, two lines had formed behind the skater boy and his young friend. Not to help them but to complete their education. The college guys were taken by the other men present. Neither of them protested much. One by one, the bent-over boys got an education they would not quickly forget. Getting ass-fucked and spit-roasted in the middle of the public bathroom. While the piss-whore was on the floor underneath the two dudes. Sucking them both off, like a pro. Eating all the cum that was dribbling out their assholes. The two young college men knew what they had gotten themselves into, after all. It certainly looked like they started to enjoy the anonymous gay sex.
Kevin finally remembered why he was down there. He had a stabbing pain in his gut. Kev still needed to piss like a racehorse. He swiftly entered the second cubicle, breaking away from the black stud. Pulled down his jogging pants. Attempting to piss. Nothing came out. He had a raging hard-on!
"Impressive!" came a dark voice in awe from cubicle number one, "... You're as big as me. Come here, dude. Let me help you out! Stick that white monster through the wall."
The black dude had broken Kevin's concentration. He wasn't gay! He came here to piss! Nothing else. Feeling horrified and caught, his dick's erection lessened a little. This finally enabled Kevin to drain the lake. But stood there with one hand propped against the back wall. The other aimed the nine-inch slong at the john. He could not help but feel he was being watched. The release gave Kevin a wonderfully elated feeling, though. At that point, Kev could not care less. The sound he made was something like a burst water main. The deep sighs from Kevin attracted all kinds of attention. He felt watched as if the toilet stall was made of glass. The black stud watched him piss through the glory hole from the first stall. As were the two guys in cubicle number three. And even from behind the crack in the stall's door, Kev felt eyes prick on the back of his neck.
After Kevin had finished, as quickly as he could, he would go back outside. Leaving these horny men to do their thing. Yet, the noise of the people fucking, slurping, sucking, moaning, and grunting around him made him feel hot and bothered. So, when he flicked his dick a few times to get rid of the last remaining drops of piss, he got turned on again. Listening more intently to the noises around him. Understandably, his cock got hard anew. He sat down on the yucky toilet seat. Dropping his dark-gray Chino's around his ankles - beating himself off. Looking at the dirty graffiti texts on the inside of the cubicle walls.
Two hands appeared on top of the partition wall between his stall and stall number one. The trainers of the naked black stud came into sight underneath. And then the big dick thrust forward through the divider. Kevin watched the glistening veined cock in surprise for a while. Still, ferociously jerking himself off. Contemplating for a minute what he should do. His free hand eventually took hold of the black horse-hung stallion's meat again.
Standing up, Kevin put his own dick next to the black man's cock. They were both of similar size. Although the black one was slightly wider and veinier. Kev jerked them both off at the same time. Pressing them together with both his hands. The fit black hunk moaned in pleasure. He had a studded leather cock strap around the base of his cock and balls. Making the entire package stand proud.
"Go on... Suck it, dude. Suck my big black dick. I know you want to! Suck it! Do it now!" commanded the guy seductively. Not even bothering to lower his voice.
"No, man... I can't... I am not gay!" whispered Kevin urgently.
"What has that to do with anything? Just do it. Go on. Take it. It won't bite! Suck me!" repeated the stud forcefully.
Kevin dropped to his knees. And for the first time in his life, he took a cock into his mouth. First, he ran his tongue over the cockhead. Tasting the guy. Twirling his tongue around the base of the glans for a while. The black stud twitched a little. Then he groaned as Kev licked the shaft. From its tip all the way to the juicy hairless balls.
"That's it! You're doing fine... Now suck on my balls, boy! Take them into your mouth, and suck them," said the man. As if he was giving the unseen, anonymous spectators a blow-by-blow commentary.
With great difficulty, Kev took the black nuts into his mouth. Lustfully licking around them, the massive dick resting between his forehead and the partition wall. Kevin wondered what it would be like sucking that big dick off. He had so far only been sucked off my women himself. But he had secretly wondered what it would be like.
Kevin took the balls out of his mouth with a satisfying plop. Took the base of the cock-shaft in one hand and opened wide. Taking the monster into his mouth. Stroking it over his tongue and resting it against the top of his mouth before closing his lips around it. Slowly increase the suctioning. This was apparently precisely what the stud had been hoping for. He started to moan and grunt darkly. Slowly, Kev bobbed up and down over his member. Sucking a guy off. And fucking loving the feeling. This wasn't bad. This was actually nice. A hot throbbing cock in your mouth.
Kevin had placed two hands on either side next to the glory hole. Changing his position from his knees to a squat. Letting himself rock as deep over the cock as he could manage. Making sure he lubed the big shaft with plenty of spit. Kevin took him deeper than he had ever dreamed he would be able to do. Sometimes, he even carefully gagged himself on the black monster.
The slurping sounds that Kev now made egged the stud on as well. His breathing got a lot faster, and his grunts got hotter. The dude started to rock his hips back and forth. Face fucking Kevin. Slowly and deliberately at first. But much more violently and a lot deeper after a while. Taking away all resemblance of control Kevin thought he had. And then it happened, without any warning, and just when the black cockhead had wedged himself deep down Kev's throat, the cock swelled and trembled.
The stallion exploded into Kevin with dirty, loud, growling moans. Dumping stream after stream of thick, juicy sperm into Kevin's mouth and throat. Flabbergasted, Kev took it. Not wanting his clothes to get stained, he kept the cum-pump in his mouth. Swallowing as much down as he could. The rest he let dribble over the black dick and balls. Kevin watched the last twitches of the black cum stained dick in awe. And when the black stud did not withdraw his cock from the glory hole, Kev started to lick the rest of the cum off instinctively. Licking every last drop up. Cleaning the man properly and sucking him dry.
Without being fully aware of it, Kevin had stood up, turned around, grabbed the black cock, sliding his ass over it. Kev wanted to know what it would feel like. The pain was intense. But as soon as the dripping wet dick was past the outer ring, it felt sort of doable. Very slowly, he pushed a little deeper over the nine-incher.
The stud moaned in surprise, "... Do you want some lube?"
He must have felt the tightness of Kevin's virgin butt-hole gripping his still rockhard cock. Kevin grunted yes under his breath as he let the monster slide out. Leaving a painful burning twinge in his ass behind. The stud squirted a whole lot of lube over his shaft and handed the bottle to Kevin. He worked some into his asshole, returning the bottle back underneath the partition wall. Pressing his hole against the separation, he felt a lubed finger opening his ring.
"Brase yourself... I am going in deep," grunted the man hornily, "... You're going to get fucked, bro! Take that black cock deep! That's it. Let me in, man! Fuck, you're so tight! I love it. Open that hole and let me in!"
Kevin stood bent over between the partition walls of this stall. Taking deep, steadying breaths. Desperately trying to relax his gut. Bracing himself with both hands on the opposite wall. Pressing his ass against the wall where the black bull was sliding his slick, slurping cock in and out. Nothing too aggressive, but still, the length and girth of the horse-hung cock were no joke. Kev had closed his watering eyes. Seeing as the black stud started fucking the bum hole in earnest now. This was some feeling. The black dong was slurping loudly as Kev's hole took all of him. Drumming his hips up against the wooden partition wall. His cock made the unmistakable noises of riding a sloppy well-lubed tight man-cunt.
When Kev finally was able to relax, he looked up and opened his eyes. He saw a nice hairy cock poking inches from his mouth from stall number three. The guy was clearly not alone in there. There were four boots visible underneath the partition wall. From the movement of the throbbing cock Kevin could make out that the guy was getting porked as well. Kev stretched out a little more. Taking the seven hairy inches into his mouth while his ass was rammed considerably faster and rougher now.
Who could have known this? Wondered Kevin. Never been fucked before, and now I am being spit-roasted in a dirty public bathroom. Kevin used his arms to bob back and forth. Slamming his butt over the big black nine-inch cock in his ass. And gagging himself over the seven-inch cock from the other stall.
The two guys from stall three were talking openly about Kev's achievements. The hairy dude was impressed. Egging each other on. It did not take long before Kev had to swallow a second dirty load of cum. He came moments after the guy fucking in stall number three rammed his seed deep into his friend. His orgasm was loud enough for everyone in the public bathroom and outside to hear. All of the men down here laughed and cheered. No doubt, wishing they were in that stall. The black bull from cubicle number one was also aroused by the sounds. He viciously rammed forward. Pounding his cum deep into Kev. Grunting nastily like a wild boar. Loudly cursing as he pumped Kevin's ass full of sperm.
Kevin let him ride out his waves of ecstasy. Letting the black stallion pump his hole for a while. Churning the cum into a froth. When he finally pulled out after a few minutes, Kevin sat back down on the dingy toilet seat. Feeling the cum drip out his aching ass. Kev was out of breath. It took him a while before he was able to think again. Kevin pressed some of the cum out of his butt. Letting it fart as he did so. Kevin had never felt so dirty in all his life. And yet, this was an experience he would love to repeat for sure.
The only thing missing was his own release. Being used was one thing. But now he wanted what the burly biker guys had done. He wanted to fuck a guy. Breeding some anonymous asshole. Love them, and leave them. Kevin partially pulled up his dark gray Chino pants. Letting his rock-hard member swing proudly in the breeze as he stepped out of the cubicle.
He walked over to the metal piss-trough. Took one quick look. Picked the asshole he wanted and plunged forward. Apparently, Kevin was not the only one in his group who took a walk on the wild side today. It was one of his friends from college, Tom. Kev rail the cunt, rougher, harder, faster, and way deeper than the other men had seen done before. And that was saying something. Kev's friend screamed as he got roughly penetrated.
When Kevin pulled his head up by a fist full of hair, the two recognized each other. Their eyes met in the mirror above the bog for the first time. They both had almighty nasty grins on their faces. It was as if these two finally got to live out their ultimate gay fantasy. Tom let Kevin nail him, use him, abuse him, grope him, squeeze him, slap him, hurt him, and breed him until he could stand no more. Watched by a dozen men. For once, Kevin could not care less.
Kevin pulled out with a dirty plop. His cum and Tom's ass juices dripped onto the bathroom floor. Kev's friend dropped in a pile on the floor at his feet. The other men in the public bathroom stood in a circle around the two guys. Not knowing what was going on. Fearing the worst. Kevin pulled the tormented guy gently up. Tom hugged Kev dearly as they kissed intently. And the other men started to applaud the two friends.
"Wanna come back to my place? So you can get your own back, Tom?" asked Kevin once they had washed up a little.
"I'd love to Kev. Boy, that was something else than what we did together in college. Wasn't it?" gasped Tom, satisfied but out of breath. Sliding a wet hand down Kev's ass crack. Fingering the sloppy hole for a hot moment. Kevin grinned dirty and clapped a hand over Tom's shapely manhood. The two walked arm in arm out of the underground public bathroom into the dark.
"Fuck," thought Kevin to himself, "... How long have I been down there? No matter. It was fun. And tonight, we will do it all over again... again... and again."
< The END >
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Originally written: March 2021
(C) StrykerJ - Edited / re-written: - November 2024
