I woke up early just as the sun was rising. I loved the fact it was light at 5 am it made the days seem so long. I went for a quick run and had some breakfast then changed into my overalls to go and clean the public toilets in the village. As I mentioned in my previous story I'm a piss addict. I love the smell the taste, it just gets me so hard.
I opened the gates to the car park and then headed for the toilets. I clean the women's first then the disabled as they are usually the cleanest, then I clean the men's. The men's toilet is small, one cubicle and a stainless steel trough. I put on my blue gloves and polish the trough to a shine, then I mop the floor. It never smells completely clean because the smell of piss seems to soak into the fabric of the building. To be honest I like the smell, I'm sure I've said before it gives me a instant hard on. Next I do the cubicle and when I've finished I put the cleaning stuff in my car. I leave the doors open for the place to air dry.
I have a piss then a wank. I'm a heavy cummer and love to see it dripping down the trough. I'm a dirty fucker and the trick is to lick it all off before it reaches the bottom and floats away.
Just then Fred appears the church warden.
My eyes light up Fred is a pervy old fucker just the sort of man I like. He tells me he has to dash but not before telling me about a guy in a blue van that has been seen hanging around the toilets. I tell Fred I haven't seen anyone and Fred tells me not to encourage anyone as the village does not want the toilets to get a reputation for unsocial behaviour. I had to smile knowing what Fred and I had got up to the last time, but I understood the concerns. I finished up and headed home for a shower before going to work.
I couldn't concentrate at work my head was full of fantasies about men and cock. My urges seem to come in waves and at the moment they were reaching a peak. I felt like a bitch on heat. I had to have another wank in the toilets at work but it still didn't take the edge off.
I pulled into the village on the way home needing a piss, it was a good excuse to go to the toilets. I pulled into the car park and there was the blue van Fred mentioned.
It wasn't parked in a bay but side on to the toilets. There was a rough looking man standing outside the open door of the van having a fag. He had unkempt black/grey hair and a days worth of stubble. He was wearing a blue boiler suit with the zip undone showing wisps of grey chest hair. He was a big guy with a large belly. I could see a flaccid but thick cock hanging down the inside of his leg. I'm not a smoker and I don't like cigarette smoke but something about this guy turned me on.
I walked into the toilets and turned back to look at the man and smiled. Fred had told me not to encourage the man but I couldn't help myself. I stood at the trough hoping the man might come in. I waited and waited but in the end I had to have a piss. I zipped up and was about to walk out when I saw a shadow so I went back to the urinal.
The guy came and stood by me, I could smell the cigarettes. Normally this would put me off but something about it excited me. I looked out the corner of my eye holding my stiffening cock. He unzipped his boiler suit all the way down. I could see he had a big belly, man tits and perky nipples. His belly wasn't flabby but hard like a blown up balloon, I could just imagine nestling underneath it sucking his cock. He reached in grunting and after a bit of a struggle pulled out his fat cock. I turned to towards him to show him how hard I was. He did the same pulling back his big fleshy foreskin which he pointed over my side of the trough. He started pissing like a fucking horse. His stream so powerful it was splashing back all over me, I could even feel it on my face. I couldn't resist and dipped to my knees my mouth open my big brown puppy eyes looking up at him.
I dipped into his stream, it was warm and strong and I swallowed hard. He turned fully towards me dousing my face and body with his warm piss. My t-shirt was soaked, I pinched my hard nipples as I savoured his golden nectar. I was disappointed when his flow started to subside but we heard voices outside so knew we couldn't do more. I hurried out not wanting to be caught by anyone that knew me. Again I had the problem of getting home having been soaked in piss. I certainly wasn't going to get into my car.
The man came out and opened his van door, he reached in and lit another cigarette. He flicked his head to beckon me over. I walked over he glanced at me and said I was steaming. I looked down and could see the steam rising from my t-shirt in the hot sunshine. He asked if I wanted to go somewhere and I said yes. We discussed a couple of possible places and he bundled me in the back of his van. We headed off around the corner to a quiet spot where he could park up. It was pitch black in the back of the van and the tools were sliding around. A couple of minutes later he pulled up on some gravel.
He opened the backdoors and told me I stunk of piss, he pulled out a couple of blankets from under some wood for me to lay on, closed the doors and switched on a light. He pushed open my legs and got on top of me. I reached up and undid his zip revealing his broad hairy chest, huge man boobs and his fat belly. I ran my hands over them pinching his nipples. He yanked my wet jeans and briefs down to my ankles.
We were both full of lust for each other, they say opposites attract. Here was this thin pale skinny vulnerable boy of a man with his legs open in the back of a van with a big fat 18 stone rough looking man on top of him.
He reached under my thighs, pushing me back against a toolbox, my ass in the air and buried his head between my ass cheeks. He feasted on my asshole his rough stubble rubbing against my inner thighs. He grunted and slobbered as he ate out my hole. Then he got on top of me again and started kissing me with his faggy breath fingering my hole as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He stunk of smoke and tasted like cigarettes but in that moment it turned me on so much. He reached between his legs and pulled out his hard fat cock and started teasing it against my bottom.
I wanted it so bad and kept asking him to fuck me. Beg he kept saying beg. I begged alright I was crazy mad for this beefy guys big cock.
He fucked me hard in every position until he finally unloaded his balls inside me. He collapsed down on me, his whole body weight on mine. I was trembling all over as I am now writing about this amazing encounter. We composed ourselves and he drove me back to the village car park.
I must of looked a right state, soaked in piss, cum dripping from my ass into my briefs, smelling of fags and covered in grime from the floor of the van. He opened the back doors and laughed when he saw the state I was in. He patted my backside and told me that Fred said I was a horny fucker.
"Fred", I asked, "The church warden"?
"Yeah", replied the man, "He said you are a dirty fucker".
I shook my head in disbelief, Fred had set me up for this all along.
He came closer and whispered in my ear.
"Fred said you'd be up for a piss party"
"A piss party"? I asked.
"Yeah fun and games, lots of piss and lots of cock, are you in"?
I was about to say yes when Fred appeared.
Fred looked at me and laughed.
"You best come home with me you can't go home to your mum like that. "Come on lets get you cleaned up".
I said goodbye to the man and followed Fred over the fields to his cottage.
To be continued...
