++++Oh boy, you know, just from this title, that this is no bedtime story. If you are over 18 and you like this sort of dirty stuff, please be my guest. Under aged kids, go away and return another day when older.
I'm nineteen. I know I am a fox with my curly light brown hair and square jaw and light brown eyes. My curly Cupid's bow lips are made for kissing. It's a thrill walking across the restaurant on the way to the men's room seeing all those hungry men's eyes eating me up as walked through.
My date and I had just finished our meal followed by three cups of strong coffee and my cock was hard from the need to pee. I excused myself.
The men's room was down the stairs. I opened the door to find the room was empty. I felt a few drops escaping from piss slit as I madly searched for the opening to my underwear. At last I got it out. It was swollen with need and as I began to use my pissing muscles to expel my urine, the door banged open and someone came in. To my annoyance, he chose the urinal next to me. I am a private kind of guy and I don't piss well with someone close by.
I glanced to my right. He was looking directly at me, smiling. He was a typical college kid, scruffy beard, lettered sweater, pretty good looking.
"Nice cock," he said.
I jumped at his smooth thick sexy voice. I didn't answer. I decided I better get this piss over with and get out of there. Who knows what kind of a 'vert he is. But an unexpected event began to unfold. My dick flattered by the compliment began to expand.
He chuckled good-naturedly. "Wow, what a nice weapon you have. I think it likes me."
This was really nuts. I moved one urinal away and pressed hard to get my stream started and then get out of here. I was just starting to pee when he moved over to be beside me again. "What a nice color your piss is. And I think I can get a slight odor from it that is intoxicating."
"Do you mind? Quit talking to me. My date is waiting for me and I have to get finished and get back to her."
"Oh, a "her" is it? You swing both ways?"
"No, only one way. I'm straight."
"Yeah, then why is your prick now fully erect?"
I looked down. He was right. It was as hard as it has ever been. My stream had stopped and I was squeezing as hard as I could to get it going.
He said, in a confidential tone, uttered right into my ear, sending warm breath at me. "It sometimes helps getting started if someone else holds it."
Without actually giving permission, I found myself stepping back a few inches exposing my rampant cock to his eyes. He took that as permission, and perhaps deep down I was granting that.
His large, warm tender hand grasped my cock. He moved my foreskin back, exposing my pink cock head.
"Nice," he breathed. "Does this feel good?"
I found I could hardly breath. I croaked out, "It's okay, but I feel strange letting you do this."
"Yes, but you love it don't you?" Finishing that sentence, he tenderly kissed my cheek then nuzzled by ear.
I was breathing hard.
"You're a very hot boy," he whispered into my ear. "I'm going to help you pee now."
He reached under my ball sac and began to tickle it. I began sighing deeply. It was wonderful. Then, as he promised, I shot a heavy stream of bright yellow.
"Good boy," he said.
I felt like a little boy, proud that I had made number one.
The pee lasted a long time. When I was finished, my cock was still hard and slightly pulsing with my heart beat. I should have left, but somehow I was becoming attached to this sexy, new friend with the magic fingers.
"Would you like me to get you off."
To my own surprise I nodded. "But what if someone comes in?"
"Don't worry, I am on the maintenance crew. I locked the door and put a sigh on it that it was being cleaned." He laughed. "Now let's clean you out."
He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing him. Then with one hand he opened my belt and my roomy-waisted pants slid down my faintly hairy legs and landed at my ankles. He then pulled my under shorts down as well.
"Lovely legs. Just enough muscle and hair."
To my amazement I moved closer, almost pushing my organ toward his hand.
"Yes, yes," he said soothingly. "Be patient. You are going to enjoy every moment."
He cupped his big hand and grasped the shaft. I moaned in pleasure. He smiled broadly, enjoying my total capitulation. I had entirely forgotten that my date was waiting. I had become a little pig for pleasure at his hands.
He had a soft touch, hardly touching the skin, driving me nuts with increased passion but not bring relief. I was humming with excitement, weaving my body back and forth.
"I'll finish you off, but I need to get some encouragement. Grab my prick. Shag me hard!" He said this with a new commanding voice I had not heard before.
His prick was long and thin. It was inches from me. I obeyed. It seemed to only way for me to get nutted.
I had never had another person's organ in my hand. It actually felt good, nice and warm and smooth. "Oh that' really nice, date boy. Do it harder. Are you close?"
I nodded, but I was on a plateau. One push would get me shooting but I was just brimming.
I studied me. "I know what you need."
He leaned forward and pressed his red thick lips against mine. I could feel his whiskers. That was sexy. He pushed his tongue out and met mine. I was sobbing around his lips as my pleasure index rose.
I felt him rubbing my neck and treating me like his property and I loved it. But I still wasn't getting off. I wondered why.
He stepped a little away from me. I felt a crushing disappointment that the incident was ending and leaving me with blue balls.
"I know what's wrong with you. You're more of a giver than a receiver. Get on your knees and blow me."
"Are you kidding? I won't do that in a million years."
He pulled back that hand that had brought so much pleasure to me and smacked my young cheek briskly. I cried out in slight pain and surprise.
"You are alone here with me. You will do as I ask. You get it?" He said cupping my chin roughly.
I nodded meekly and slid down to a kneeling position. He advanced toward me and the smallish head of his dripping cock entered my lips. The taste of that pre cum hit my tongue and I was lost. It was as if this was the nectar I had always longed for. I moaned in happiness and allowed his cock to enter my mouth. I found I was salivating wildly. Above me I heard his words of approval and his heavy moaning. I was proud of myself that I had broken through his proud bearing and reduced him to a receiver pleasure.
I began sucking wildly. I was a boy possessed, I longed to get his cream, to make him climax. He petted my cheek, "Take it easy. I'll give you what you want. Don't get so anxious."
I loved him then. He understood me. He wanted me to be happy.
I changed my technique to gentle suckling. He was now howling with excitement. "That's the way. Oh yeah. You're good. Wank yourself as you blow me."
I reached down; my cock was slippery with pre cum. I slid back and forth easily and it was as if his hand was on it as my sucking lips communicated with my cock. Suddenly, he grabbed my head in his arms and pulled in hard against his belly and he began thrusting heavily. The sides of my head ached as he squeezed very hard. He let out a screaming grunt and my mouth was invaded with his college boy milk. It was sweet/salty, not unpleasant and it had a magic effect on me. My cock began spewing on the tile, shot after shot that landed between his legs. It made me so weak that I almost fell over. I looked up; he was pulling up his shorts and laughing at me. "You sure get out by sucking someone. You are a natural. I shoved a card in your shirt pocket with my phone number on it. If you feel like doing this again, call me."
At that moment there were heavy knocking on the door. He said, "Oops, we better abandon ship."
He unlocked it and the headwaiter was there. "Sirs, your waiters are presenting the checks. Please return to your tables."
I turned to my sex boy. "Aren't you on the staff here?"
"Naw, just a customer like you."
I returned to my table and a somewhat annoyed date. As we left, I saw my friend with a group of guys. He waved at me and the guys at the table smiled and waved as well.
My reputation had been made.
End