Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 21:43:34 -0400
From: Rocco Talespinner <la-plume-volante@hotmail.com>
Subject: In the Men's Room

I was sitting on the toilet in a public john, admittedly tarrying after my
business was done, when this tall shirtless muscle dude came in to piss. He
nearly took my breath away, so tight were his jeans over his bubble butt,
so rippling were the muscles in his back. The sound of his zipper was like
a run of musical notes. He propped himself against the wall and let out a
huge sigh. Then came a golden stream that went on and on and on.. The guy
must have drunk a whole six pack to piss that long and one could smell it
all the way across the room. As he finished he shook his cock, over and
over, seemingly well beyond the need to sling out the last drops.

By now I was enchanted, although frightened as well, because I had never
done anything in a situation like this before. I was surprised, then, by my
sudden impulse to make a move. I would probably not been able to screw up
the courage to do so except that his overwhelming masculinity made me
abandon caution. So, as he stood up to stuff his cock back into his jeans I
cleared my throat. At first he seemed not to pay attention, so I ventured a
little cough. He stopped dead still and I cleared my throat again. Then he
turned around, his dick still showing behind his open fly. He saw me
sitting on the toilet, my jeans around my ankles, and he glared directly at
me and sneered. I licked my lips and the next thing I knew he was standing
over me, his dick head scarcely two inches from my lips.

I looked up and saw his sculpted muscles, his shaved head, his facial
stubble, and two beautiful blue eyes and just gasped. He arched an eyebrow,
grinned and stood close enough that his cock was resting against my
face. Then I looked down at his luxuriant bush and male organ. Was it the
strong fertile odor or the foreskin that enclosed his cock head that
registered first? I was practically numb with excitement.

Then he cupped the back of my head with his left hand while with his right
he rubbed his cock head first on my lips, then around all over my face. As
he did this, his cock rapidly hardened and he pressed the head firmly
against my lips. I opened and then learned what it is like to have a super
macho man's cock in my mouth. Still cupping my head he thrust his pelvis
forward and I found out what it is like to have a large cock enter the top
of my throat. He was so powerful that I was afraid at first that he was
really going to hurt me, but then I discovered that getting my face fucked
was thrilling.

Despite the pleasure in what was happening I began to fear that someone
would come in and catch us in the act. So I sucked as hard as I could in
order to speed him to a happy conclusion. He grunted deep inside his
throat, gasping for little breaths. All the while he fucked my face faster
and faster. I was close to gagging and had a hard time breathing, but still
I loved knowing his cock was in my throat. Then he pulled out all of a
sudden and asked if I had finished wiping my ass. When I nodded he jerked
me up, wheeled me around, bent me over, and pressed his cock head against
my pucker. I tried to protest, only half reluctant to lose my virginity,
But he spat on his hand, wiped it on his cock and pressed hard against my
sphincter. Then, grabbing my hips, he thrust in. The pain made me cry out,
despite my fear of our getting caught. He whacked me really hard on the
side of my right bun and told me to shut the fuck up.

I guess I have to admit at this point that I had dreamed over and over that
something like this would happen, that a man of super dominant maleness
would introduce me to the ecstasies of adult sex. So despite the pain of
his large cock in my tight ass chute, and despite the weird pressure it
caused in my ass, I loved what he was doing to me. Then, grabbing my hips
again he began to thrust fast and with deep strokes, to the hilt, grinding
his crotch against my ass. In a few moments he shuddered and growled and
the next thing I knew he was spurting his man juice in my behind.

He came and came, and still he was thrusting deep inside me. Then he began
to soften and pulled out. He grabbed my hair with his left hand and held my
head down so that I was still bent over. With his right hand he began to
spank me hard, over and over, The pain was considerable and I lost count
after about ten blows. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't let up. Then I
began to struggle and tried to get loose, but he held me fast. He asked if
I'd had enough and I whimpered "Yesssir." Then he pulled me up, turned me
around and planted a hot kiss on my lips and thrust his tongue deep in my
mouth.

He held the kiss and I melted in his arms. When he pulled off, he said, "I
just wanted you to know that when you are on the sissy side of man sex you
must accept that the pleasure comes with pain, if you're with a real man."
With that, he wiped, zipped, and left me standing there with cum dripping
down my thighs.  Stuffing some paper in my rectum, I pulled up my jeans,
flushed, and got out as soon as I could.