Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2012 12:02:00 -0400
From: Starr Kidd <starrkidd42@gmail.com>
Subject: Not So Typical Friday At Work Gay male urination/raunch

READERS:  Please remember that NIFTY needs our support to provide these
stories to the public.
Please make your donation to:  http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Copyright 2012 Starrkidd42.  All Rights Reserved. This story may not be
copied or posted to any other websites without the explicit permission of
the author.  This is purely fictional and any similarities to real life
events are not intended.

Here it is, another Friday morning, and I am at work sitting in my small
private office. It's a rather slow days for me while my coworkers are all
plugging away. This is nothing unusual. Their murmur from phone calls,
typing, and useless chatter drifts and then fades into the background.  I
loosen up my tie, kick off my shoes, and give my cock and balls a nice
squeeze.

My day started out slow and somehow managed to drag on; I swear the clock
is going backwards. To help pass the time, like any 29 year old, I usually
have facebook open. I can sometimes read the news and even have a book
handy but today none of that is helping to alleviate my boredom. My mind
keeps wandering while my hand is constantly finds the soft fabric of my
dress pants over my cock. I can feel the warm mound, my cock and balls held
nice tight by my white briefs. I flutter my toes and feel the black cotton
socks rub them, hug my ankle, and hold my foot. I always wear soccer socks
under my suit.

Fuck, my mind wanders away from work and over to my phone. I pull up one of
my favorite hook up web sites and start cruising, seeing who?s around me. I
see an array of skinny torsos, headless profiles and bitchy
attitudes. Typical day. As I?m scrolling though something catches my
eye. Something? Fuck that, his picture was hot. In the little profile
picture was a white guy, about 38 years old, scruffy beard, beautiful brown
eyes, and a smirk. I check out his profile and see some other pics, typical
cock shots, but I keep going back to his face. He is 6 ft tall, vers/top,
has brown hair, has some bulk to him and I see some key words like
?un-showered? and ?raunchy?. Ah, a man after my own heart! I message him,
what do I have to loose?

I go back to looking at profiles, watching the door to make sure the boss
wont walk in, and rubbing my cock. The vibration from the phone startles me
when a notification comes up. He emailed me back. This could go either way
I think. I take a deep breath and click his message. He?s interested! We
exchange messages & start flirting. Through some conversations I find out
he works a few blocks away from me. FUCK YEA! For about an hour or so we
continue flirting, since nether of us could really leave work to meet.

I found out some pretty interesting things about this guy. He never wears
deodorant, he usually showers every other day, likes to piss on a boy, and
really wants to use and humiliate a guy. He almost never shakes the last
drop when he pisses. He has been in and out of meetings and always leaves
me hanging onto his every word. Just when I think he is going to flake,
there is a new, hotter message. The whole time we are chatting I have been
stroking my cock under my desk. I?m leaking pre cum that must be pudding up
on the floor at this point. I can feel it soaking into my briefs and
running down my balls. I want to whip my dick out and beat off right there,
but I love that I cant. I keep teasing and flirting with him.

He asks me when was the last time I showered. I respond by saying this
morning. Damn it, he is raunchy and I just told him I washed all my funk
away. I can at least redeem myself by admitting my white briefs are a day
old. I didn?t change them since yesterday. My ball sweat, some piss, and a
load of cum from last night are soaked into the material. A few farts are
sitting in the seat of them as well. My socks are two days old having only
come off for my shower. I wore them non-stop, to the gym, all day at the
office yesterday and even to bed. I wiggle my toes again.

As our conversation progresses his questions started to get more intrusive,
asking what is something I have always wanted to do with a guy, but never
had the chance to. This guy is hot, and he doesn?t seem disgusted by my
responses so I allow myself to admit much more to him. I tell him I always
love being spit on by a guy not just saliva but gob that is loaded with
phlegm hocked from the back of his throat, getting pissed on, worshiping
his feet. I want to try drinking his spit, not just a little splatter but a
full mouthful. I want a guy to force me to suck his cock and when I'm down
there he gives an unapologetic fart. I want a guy to blow his nose on my
tongue. Fuck, I keep stroking and almost shoot off while just talking to
him.

While I am admitting my fantasies to this hot dom, whom I?ve never met, he
surprises me he demands my phone number. Without thinking I just start
punching my numbers into the message and hit reply. I then realize what I
just did. He might call me at work. I can?t talk dirty to him here, but I
fear if he calls and I don?t answer he may think I'm a flake. FUCK! My
phone suddenly vibrates. My heart stops, my breathing stops, and my dick
gets rock hard. I have a new text message? My breathing starts again.

My hands are shaking and I open the new message. It?s a picture. It?s a man
sitting on the toilet. I see his beefy hairy legs, a white porcine toilet
under his thighs, some toilet paper clumped in the water under his soft
5-inch plump cock. I can see he is wearing white briefs too, with some
yellow stains in front. A shadow falls on the back of them so I cant really
make out if they are dirty or not, boy I hope so. Below are his work
khakis, black athletic socks, and grey new balance sneakers.

Another message popped up. He said if I liked what I see I have to reply
with a picture. If I didn?t, I could just delete the texts and we would be
done. I start thinking of the hottest picture I have on the phone and then
I realize there is more to the message. He orders a response picture is of
his choosing. He wants me to go to the men?s room, strip off all of my
clothes but my socks and underwear. I have to then go over to the urinal,
shove my head where everyone pisses and lick the whole rim.  FUCK!

In a fluster, I grab my phone, shove my cock down and head off to the
bathroom. I walk as fast as I can and try to avoid all of my coworkers. I
push open the men?s room door and as I almost run into the bathroom, I
collide into my boss. I push past him and throw myself into the end
stall. My heart is racing, probably from all the blood going straight to my
dick. I start taking off my dress shirt and under shirt and hang it on the
clothes hook on the back of the door. I drop my pants to my ankles and
start kicking off my shoes. I?m finally in my soccer socks and white
briefs. My hands are on the stall lock unlatching it; phone is in the
other.

As quick as I can, I rush over to the urinal bend over and aim the
camera. I squat down and my tongue touches the cold porcelain and suddenly
there is a tart flavor on my mouth. I see the pale yellow dots all over the
rim and realize my tongue is in the biggest one. No time to think, no time
to taste, and no time stop. I click the button, the flash goes off and
before I know it I am sitting on the pot, heart still racing, and my finger
on the send button. With a deep breath held in anticipation I push it.

As I?m sitting there I realize I have to put my pants on, well at least at
my ankles in case anyone comes in. In the middle of fumbling around a new
text comes over. It says to get dressed, go back to my desk, put my full
suit on, put my shoes back on, and sit as desk. As I?m getting dressed I?m
wondering if he likes my picture, if I followed his orders to the T. Did he
see my I was only in my socks and underwear for the picture. As I get up, I
splash come cold water on my face, and go back to my desk. As I?m walking
another message causes my phone to vibrate. I almost shoot my pants.

I put my shoes, tie, and jacket on, sit at my desk, and open the
message. It says he wants to play tonight. I am to get a six-pack of beer
and be standing in front of my office at 5 pm. I also cannot use the
bathroom between now and then. I have to sit there, literally, for the rest
of the day without getting up, without going to the bathroom, and without
touching my dick. Fuck, its only 11 am and I had 3 cups of coffee.  This is
gonna be an agonizing day.

At 4:45 I get up from my desk, rush out of the office and hit the liquor
store a block from my office. I pick up a six-pack of bud light but put it
down when I see the Yuengling. I don?t wanna look too eager, now do I. I
then head back to my building entrance and wait for this guy. I have no
clue what he is driving or when he is gonna show up. I start sweating a bit
when my coworkers start exiting the building. I say goodbye to them, trying
not to show how nervous I am waiting for him. I hear a horn blast and some
guy yells out ?Get in, bitch!?  Yup, that?s for me.

I give one last glance to my coworkers whom have overheard the bitch
comment. I give a joking look as if to say its just one of my asshole
friends. I walk up to his Silverado truck take a deep breath, and get
it. When I get in my nerves start up. I know this is my last chance to bail
but this guy got me all worked up. I think of that pic I had to take and
say fuck it. Off we go.

We arrive at his house after about 20 mins of small talk. He pulls into the
driveway and tells me to give him a beer. I open it, hand it to him and
right then and there he downs the whole bottle. As he pulls it away from
his mouth I can see some saliva and some dribble of beer glisten on his
lips. He grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Just
as I get my lips over to his face he releases a loud and breathy burp. It
smells like beer and musk. I feel some of his beer and spit land all over
my face. He just looks at me and says Get your ass up to the door. As I
head up I know we are gonna have a good time.

As he opens the door to let me in he tosses me a beer and tells me to down
it. I start to gulp but apparently is isn?t fast enough. He snatches the
beer out of my mouth. Standing behind me he wraps his arm around my throat,
holds the beer up to my lips and turns it upside down. He tells me I better
chug it. I have no choice but to do it. As I?m chugging I feel his chest on
my back. I keep swallowing as fast as I can to show him I can follow his
orders.

He pats me on the head and says good pup. He tosses me another beer and
says again. I learned from last time and chug as fast as I can. Once he
plants his mouth on mine. I let out a burp and he just grunts. We keep
making out and all I can taste is him. He starts felling my body while
kissing, feeling each muscle. Fuck I feel tiny in his arms. He breaks the
kiss and takes a swig of beer. He plants his lips back on mine and starts
kissing again. I feel his mouth open and in rushes his semi warm beer. I
just instinctively swallow everything that comes out of his mouth. He says
good boy and then orders me to his sneakers. I am ordered to lick his
sneakers, front to back, top to bottom. Without thinking I dive onto
them. My tongue is dragged all over the smooth rubber top, over the cotton
laces, I even manage to sneak a lick at his ankle. He lifts up his sneakers
and I know I have to lick the sole. I drag my tongue on the bottom, tasting
the grit and feeling the tread. Once finished I look up at him. He smiles
and puts the other shoe right in my face. I start all over again.

I untie each shoe, pull on the tongue and help him step out of his
shoes. The smell immediately hits me. I can tell this guy wears these
sneakers all the time. The smells are extremely intoxicating. I am on my
knees, staring at his socks and feet when all of a sudden his pants fall to
the ground. I look up and see the yellow stains all over the pouch of his
white briefs. He must never shake after he pisses. Without thinking I just
grab onto his legs and start touching them all over. Running my hands up
and down his muscles. His legs are so warm and I can taste a hint of sweat
on them. As I go in kiss his pouch he pushes me back. I fall on my ass and
he hocks up a loogie and spits on me. He tells me I have 10 seconds to get
out of my shirt, jacket, tie, pants and shoes. I kick them off and start
tearing everything off. In a matter of seconds I am sitting on his floor in
just my white briefs and black soccer socks. I don?t know how long it was
but I?m rewarded with a beer. He tosses it directly at my balls hitting the
underside of them. Stars shoot into my eyes and I roll over onto my
side. Fuck that hurt. He walks out of the living room and says I can have a
minute to catch my breath.

When he comes back he is standing in front of me in just the dirty briefs
and socks, nothing else. He has a big smile on his face and a new beer in
his hand. Before saying a word he pops open the beer and chugs it right
down. I see the bubble form and watch his throat as he empties the beer
right down into his belly. When he is done, I sit on my knees watching in
awe. He bends over and puts his face right in front of mine. I know what?s
coming and I can?t wait. He holds a second or two, letting anticipation
build and then suddenly releases a loud breathy burp right in my
face. Mmmm!

?You like that, boy?? and all I can utter out is an ?mmm hmm, Sir?. He
laughs and tells me to follow him into the bathroom. I start to rise off my
knees and he gives me a look. Damn it, I knew better than to stand
up. Hanging my head in shame I crawl down the hallway following him. In
front of me, all I can see are his muscular beefy legs. The brown hair
wrapping around his thighs and calves and trickling down hidden by his
socks.

Once in the bathroom he orders me into the tub. I kneel, facing him, not
knowing what to expect. He pulls his cut 8-inch hard-on from his dirty
briefs. I can see his trimmed public hair, his nice plump balls hang over
the band. He pulls my chin closer to his cock, my breath warming up the
tip. I see it twitch and his hand travels right to the root. He looks at me
with such arrogance and slaps me across my face with his cock. It leaves a
stinging feeling in my left cheek. Almost instantly there is another across
my right and just when I think its over, he slaps his cock on my
forehead. Just for good measure, he sucks down and hocks back. I can hear
the phlegm in his throat. Over the red cock marks on my face is a warm
gooey splatter. His yellow and white mucus is sprayed across my face and
dripping down my check. He laughs and says ?now you?re ready, open your
mouth?.

His warm cock head is right at my mouth. Holding my head in place he pushes
his cock past my teeth, past my tongue, and down my throat. I can feel it
hit the back of my throat and then curve down further. I start choking and
coughing. My mouth is full, I cant breath and he keeps pumping. I can smell
his balls though all of this. They haven?t seen the light of day for some
time now. My eyes are watering and phlegm shoots out of the side of my
mouth as he keeps pumping. I start to pull off but his hands are too
strong. He keeps pulling me back on that cock. I panic and start to reach
for anything that could help, but I?m in the middle of the tub and cant
reach anything. He barks out ?put your fucking hands behind your back,
faggot? and pushes his cock all the way in. I continue choking, this time
much worse but my hands are behind my back, as ordered. He lets go but
holds my face up. Part of my lunch spews out my mouth all over his
cock. It?s not a lot, but enough to soak his cock head and drip down onto
my thighs and roll down to my socks. I look up at him, though teary eyes,
snot dripping down my nose into my mouth. He has a big smile on his face
showing his pure pleasure. While smiling he says ?why the fuck did you
stop, piggy? and jams his cock back in my mouth. It?s salty and acidy,
musky and slick. Like a good boy I suck his cock making sure my tongue rubs
under his cock, all over the head, and without his assistance I take his
cock to the hilt.

After several minutes, just when I start getting the hang of having his
hard cock down my throat he pulls out of my mouth. The phlegm and pre cum
leaves a trail dangling from my mouth to his cock. The line breaks over my
stomach and leaves a trail. Grabbing my arm he tugs me out of the bathtub,
bends me over and has me place my arms on the countertop. My legs are
spread in a bent over frisk position. I can feel all of the goo dripping
off my face and pooling in front of me. He tugs my underwear down and
spreads my ass cheeks open.

I can feel the coldness of the countertop along the underside of my
arms. The phlegm and snot mixture is loosing some of the warmth it had when
it first came out of me. My calves are nice and warm still from the cotton
soccer socks. There is a warmth blowing on my asshole, it?s his breath. My
ass cheeks are pried apart and I get really self-conscious. I don?t know
how clean, or how dirty for that matter, I am. I can?t reach back and
check, I can?t stop everything and say I need a minute. He growls and
before I register what?s going on, his tongue is in my ass. I feel his
scruff tearing a the skin around my hole. His slobber is coating my hole
and dripping down my taint along the back of my balls. I can hear him
grunting and slobbering; his wet tongue slapping all over my asshole and
cheeks. I start getting pushed forward and it feels like he is going to eat
me starting at my hole. Hearing him get into this turns me on to no
end. This hot masculine man going completely primal on me. I want to jack
off while he is going to town but if I touch my cock I?m gonna blow my load
in a heartbeat.

He slows down now, I can hear him getting out of breath. Fuck, even I need
a break from all of this pleasure. He starts making out with my asshole,
slowly hissing it, dipping his tongue in and out. Focusing on the center
his movements become more precise. This feels amazing, I could take this
for hours. Just as the ecstasy is filling me up, there is a rumble in my
guts. Not the acidy stomach ach usually associated with rumbles, but this
was more like a drumming in my bowels. This is some new, strange
feeling. As soon as it starts is when it stops. He backs off my ass and
then reaches up an presses on my stomach. A fart rumbles out of my gut,
blowing for at least 10 seconds, right on him. I can?t tell if it was his
face or if he backed away. All I can tell is that I?m extremely
embarrassed. Before I can be fully mortified the drumming starts
again. This time he takes a deeper breath and blows much longer into my
ass. Not only was he rimming my ass but he is also filling me up like a
balloon. Once full he goes to press on my stomach again. Before his hands
makes contact I start pushing with my stomach muscles. He lets out a proud
laugh and smacks my ass. While farting, he plugs my ass with his tongue and
keeps flicking my ass lips. Again the drumming and he do it one more time,
this time though, he turns me around and looks into my eyes while I
fart. We kiss again.

Taking a break, he turns on the water, takes a sip and spills it into my
mouth. What doesn?t make it into my mouth dribbles down my fuzzy chest and
onto my balls. We kiss again and he takes a seat on the toilet. He pulls me
over, kisses me, and then forces me to my knees. I?m there, in front of his
crotch, licking his cock through the raunchy fabric. He pulls out his cock
and guides my head down. Gently, without forcing it, I start to blow
him. Slowly, enjoying the taste of his cock, the feel in my mouth. He
allows me to catch my breath and settle back down all the while enjoying
his blowjob. He stands up and turns around. Demanding I pull down his
underwear, he steps out and wipes my face with it. The then turns around to
face the wall. Reaching back, he spreads his cheeks and tells me to get to
work. Right as my tongue makes contact with his asshole, he blurts out
?boy, I took two shits at work today and didn?t have a chance to
shower. Enjoy.?.

I just go for it. As soon as my tongue makes contact with his ass, he lets
his cheeks go and they slap closed around my face. All I can smell is sweat
and ass, a nice ripe raunchy ass. It doesn?t smell like shit, it smells
like man. I put my tongue on his hole and taste the tartness. I start to
lick up and down, pressing my tongue in his hole. I start lapping like a
dog and hear him moaning. Telling me what a bitch I am, that I?m licking an
asshole that shit two times that day. That he didn?t take too much care
when wiping. Fuck, I feel his sweaty ass cheeks rubbing on my cheeks, I
feel the wetness of his ass all over my face. All the while, I?m rubbing
his muscular legs, I reach down and my hand makes contact with his feet. I
can feel the soft warm fabric of his socks on my hands. My tongue can feel
him pushing his asshole out, puffing it out into my mouth. I start making
out with it, sliding my tongue in his rubbery hole. He is jacking his cock
the whole time.

After a bit, he turns around, forcing my face out of his ass. I feel like a
dog whose master just took his bowl. I was hungry, feeding on that
delectable asshole. He looks at me, grabs my chin like you would a dog,
lets out a massive burp, then bends down and kisses me. When he pulls off,
I feel slobber all over my face. I can see stands of saliva and snot
bridging from his mouth to mine. As he pulls away the strands pull to the
breaking point and lands across my chest. He plugs up one of his nostrils
and blows a snot rocket onto my face. Like a good boy I take it, savor it,
beg for more.

He pulls me up by my chin. With us facing each other he kicks my legs apart
into a frisk position. He said to wait there for a moment. Facing the wall,
I can only hear him walk out of the room. His feet slap the cold tile. I
don?t want him to go, I want him here, feeling his body all around me, his
warmth, his spit, his slime all over me. After what feels like an eternity
he comes back to the room. Without saying a word he pulls my hands away
from my back. There is pressure all on my shoulders. There is enough that I
lose my balance and slip forward. My head hits the wall and I am
caught. Damn it, this means I am stable and he pulls my arms even
further. Before I know it, my hands are tied behind my back. He lets go of
my wrists and they fall to my back. My shoulders feel better, but not by
much.

In one swoop he rips off my underwear. Just as I step out of them his hands
find my shoulders and start to push down. I start to kneel and he barks
out, ?Fucking squat down, shithead?. I bend my knees and lower down. He
pushes my shoulders down further and in response, I squat further. With
some rope, he ties my balls. They are tied like a parachute with two
strands hanging down, one on each side. I feel the rope get tighter and see
he is going for my ankles. He wraps the skinniest part of my ankles with
the rope and ties it off. Now I can?t stand up. I start to slither down and
he slaps the under side of my balls. I see stars just as he lets out a
quick ?No!?.

Now that I can?t stand up straight he sits down in front of me, in between
my legs. He puts the three middle fingers of his hand together and licks
them. In one swoop they are between my ass cheeks digging their way into my
asshole. I start to pull up and away when my balls feel like they are about
to rip off my body. I sink back onto his fingers and grunt. He lets out a
laugh, looks at me and raises his eyebrows like he was thinking ?gotcha,
boy?. He pushes further and I feel his middle finger in my ass. His two
other fingers are pushing into my ass hole, stretching it. It feels like my
asshole is ripping apart. All the while my cock is soft. His middle finger
hits my prostate. I pull up and let out a moan of ecstasy. He keeps digging
with no mercy, I?m sweating, my balls are about to rip off my body, and my
legs are killing me from holding this squat position. Because of the pain,
my cock isn?t hard. I look down just in time to see the limp cock spill my
load all over him. It dribbles out of my cock onto his chest. There is no
orgasm, he just milked my ass.

With his fingers still pummeling my prostate, and how fucking hot this
scene is, the orgasm starts to build. He is relentless. I feel my ass buzz
and that?s when I start to stand up straight. There is a great tug on my
balls and his fingers go deeper. I can?t get away and I don?t want to. My
whole body start to tense, then shutter. I start to sit on his hand, trying
to get it as far as it can in my ass. There is nothing in my balls to spill
by my orgasm shoots up my body. I throw my head back and let out a moan
like no other. Exhausted, I fall forward. He sees this and catches me just
in time. With my hands and balls still tied he sits me on the toilet to
catch my breath.

My head hangs down while he unties my ankles. I?m out of breath and slump
over. I can?t believe I just got milked and then had the most mind-blowing
orgasm. My legs are untied and I sprawl out on the toilet. A fart escapes
my ass and he just laughs. Again he steps out of the room. This time I?m
grateful so I can just sit here and catch my breath. Process what just
happened.

He walks back in with a Twix bar. Earlier in the day I told him how I like
to have a piece of chocolate after I orgasm. Fuck, he should give me a 3 ft
tall Easter bunny after this. He pulls the wrapper, pulls out one bar and
take s a huge bite. Half of the bar is in his mouth and the starts
chewing. His mouth opens while chewing so I can see the cookie, caramel,
chocolate, and saliva all mixing together. The chunks around his mouth,
coating his tongue, the strands of saliva between his teeth. He bends down
and brings his open mouth down to mine. With a quick punch in the gut my
mouth opens and immediately he starts to push the mass into my mouth. I can
feel the chewed up mess, the slimy, grainy, sweet tasting mess entering my
mouth. His tongue slides all over mine. I can feel some of the mess sneak
out and dribble over my lips. It?s on the side of my mouth and on my chin.

I play with the chewed up bar in my mouth. I feel it, run my tongue all
along it, feel it, taste it, and then in one swoop I swallow it all. Fuck,
it tastes so good, and knowing this guy chewed it up makes it even
better. He stands back, see the mess on my face and farts. While I am
sitting in the gas cloud he starts tugging on his cock. I can see the
purple head, a dribble of precum escapes the tip and lands on my leg. I see
the sweat build up on his brow, some spit escapes his mouth. His breathing
increases and he starts to sway back and forth. As my eyes look down his
chest and onto his cock I am just in time to see the spray. The ropes of
white cum shoot out of his cock and coat me. It lands all over my hairy
chest, I feel it drip down onto my lap and onto my cock. Fuck, He shoots
gallons. He stumbles back a step or two, hits the wall and then slides down
it. I see the sweat from his back streak the wall. I go back to savoring
the left over chocolate in my mouth. A few minutes later he comes out of
his orgasm coma and starts to rise. He stands up and walks over to me. Tell
me to stick out my tongue he blows his nose on it. He says he doesn?t care
what I do with it as long as I don?t spit it out. Like a good boy I
swallow. He bends me over my legs and steps over the back of my
head. Holding me in place by his thighs he starts to untie my wrists. Just
as he is about done a fart escapes his ass and buries itself into the back
of my head. Once there is no rope on my anymore he pulls me to my feet and
offers me a bottle of water.

We start some chitchat, about each other?s lives, work, if that scene was
raunchy enough for us, if we wanted to go further. Halfway through my water
he pulls it from my hands. He shoves his index finger in his nose and pulls
out a green and yellow booger. He places it on the rim of the bottle and
hands it back to me. I put the clean side up to my lips and he start
shaking his head no. I twist the bottle so the booger is lined up with my
mouth. With some hesitation I take a big gulp. I feel the booger release
from the bottle lip and hit the inside of my mouth. Before I puke I just
swallow as fast as I can. He laughs. Through some more chitchat we quickly
get back on the topic of sex and my cock gets hard again. He says as a
reward I can cum again, wherever I want.

I drop down to all fours, I crawl out of the bathroom and stop on top of
his New Balance sneaker. My cock enters his shoe and starts rubbing up
where his foot rests. I can still feel some of the sweat in the
sneaker. The shoe hits up against my groin, I can feel my balls hanging
over the back of it. The only thing my cock is touching is the inside
bottom of the shoe, nothing else. There is no other stimulation other than
the opening of the shoe hitting my groin. I?m really getting into it when I
suddenly feel his finger slide into my asshole again. This time its gentle,
working only one finger in. I look down between my legs and see his feet.

This pushes me over the edge and I cum inside his shoe. Exhausted I fall
onto it. My pelvis is the only thing held up. While I smile and enjoy this
post-cuming euphoria He bends down, spits on my face and barks ?You have 10
seconds to get dressed and get the fuck out of my apartment or I?m kicking
you out in whatever you have on!?.

I scramble to grab everything I can. Without my glasses this is extremely
hard. I grab my shirt, pants, jacket, and shoes, wallet, keys. I barely
manage to throw my glasses on. I don?t have my underwear or socks or
tie. As soon as I grab all of this I feel his muscular hands on my arms,
the grip is tight and I secretly hope it will leave marks. He whips open
the door and shoves me out, kicking whatever I dropped. With a loud bang
the door to his apartment slams shut. It echoes down the hall, my heart
tops.

Here I am, with my shirt around my arm, pants in hand, shoes kicked down
the hall, dripping in cum, piss, and chocolate all over my face. Its gonna
be a fun trip home.