Bathroom Fun
Here is an attempt at a quick, down and dirty, quickie style sex scene. Hope you all enjoy.
If you are under 18, hit the little button that rates it 5 stars, then hit the red X in the corner of your screen (But seriously, go away)
If you don't like man on man buttsex (And a little mouth humpage) then its probably not a good idea for you to be here either.
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9:42 AM
I had just woken up. It was Friday, but it was also my rostered day off, hence the sleep in. It was a good day to just chill out, so that's what I did. My first port of call was a small coffee stand in the park in the middle of town. It wasn't the best tasting coffee, but it wasn't bad, and I knew the guy who owned it. I wanted to support him any way I could.
The coffee preluded a walk through the park. It was a casual stroll, I didn't have a care in the world on that day, and my casual track pants and hoodie were more than adequate dress. The stroll continued for some time, I couldn't tell you how long exactly because frankly, I didn't care. By the time the coffee started demanding exodus, I was at the small boathouse by the lake, you figure out the rest if the time is so important to you. I looked around; there was a public restroom not far away. I was usually a neat freak, but for now it would have to do.
I went in and headed straight for the stalls, even though it was empty. I've always been a stall fur, and I never really paid much thought to why. This bathroom was about to change my day dramatically.
I was in there, doing what I had to do when I heard him come in. I could tell from his heavy footfalls that he had large paws, and I reasoned that he himself was tall from it. He occupied the stall next to mine and sat down. I had done what I had to do, and was about to flush when I heard it.
*tap tap tap*
My neighbor was tapping on the tiles with his footpaw.
*tap tap tap*
Again, in the same rhythm of three quick taps and a break. It was then that I knew this was no accident, and I realized what he wanted.
*tap tap tap*
I had to decide if I was going to indulge him. I made my choice
*tap tap tap*
I was the one making the noise this time. I waited for a few seconds, before my new friend replied.
*tap tap tap*
This was it. I took a deep breath and crouched down, reaching past the gap between our cubicles and flashed him a thumbs up.
"Come here then" He said. I could almost hear his arousal. I checked quickly to make sure the floor was dry, nothing is a bigger turn off than crawling through what could easily be somebody else's piss.
It wasn't long before I was on my belly, moving between stalls, the floor having passed my test. Strong paws met my shoulders on the other side to pull me up. He was a dingo who had golden fur and a small white patch on his chest. I was correct in assuming he was tall; he towered over me, I was surprised he could even fit in the cubicle without his head sticking over the top. "How do you wanna do this?" I offered.
He laughed at that, and I was about to ask why, when I noticed his length was already exposed. Whatever he was wearing had been discarded before I had even made the trip. His amusement was still not fully apparent until he put his paws on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, his tapered head waving lazily in front of my nose. I took the hint, and gave it a long, teasing lick, which cause his knees to weaken and he sat back down on the toilet bowl. I'm not some kind of expert on the cock, it's not like I go shoving them down my throat every chance I get, but I take some pride in what I do, and I like to think I do it well.
My partner agreed with a moan, and I smiled. I hadn't even started sucking yet, and he was already putty in my hands. I decided to oblige him, and I took his tip into my mouth, suckling on it hungrily. This was too much for him; he put his paws behind my ears and pushed, forcing all of himself into my maw. I swallowed around his cock, forcing it into my windpipe. I held him there for until my breath ran out, using my tongue to tease the throbbing veins running across his length. Eventually, inevitably, my air supply ran out, and I pulled back off to recover. My respite was not long though; his paws guiding me back to his pulsing member almost immediately. He gave me more control this time, and I bobbed up and down his length, using my tongue to tease his slit with each pass. Once I felt I could breathe normally again, I plunged back down onto his full length, taking it all and closing my eyes.
Like I said, I'm not a slut, but I do have what I call a signature move, and it was time for the dingo to learn mine. When I reached the base of his length, I let my tongue snake out of my muzzle, past my lips to his fuzzy sack, which I bathed in my saliva while my throat muscles serviced his head. His knot began to form, and I pursed my lips around it, swallowing gently to increase pressure. His paws relaxed slightly, and I took the opportunity to further our actions. I pulled away from him and stood up, behavior which was met with an inquisitive eyebrow raise from my dingo partner. I grinned, turning to lean against the door of the stall. He took the not so subtle hint and stood, lining himself up with my tailhole. Then I got a new idea. A wicked idea that would get me screwed the way I like.
"Hey, you're a dingo, right?" I asked, to which he grunted the affirmative.
"Have you stolen any babies lately?"
My comment hit the mark, a gesture that his length responded in kind. He thrust into me roughly, and my own hardness proved that it was just how I liked it. I moaned aloud, and he scoffed.
"Thought that might shut ya up" His voice drifted to my ears.
We found a rhythm shortly after, his red cock slamming into my pink entrance, striking my most sensitive area as he reached a paw down to stroke my cock. He started randomly, but soon his paw fell into our rhythm. My shaft thrust deep into the hole he had created for it, as he plumbed the depths of mine. He paused for a moment, and I turned my head to ask why, when he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back, spearing me onto his cock, which in turn dribbled a small amount of warm pre into my hole. He grunted and thrust harder, his fuzzy sack slapping against my thighs audibly.
My body was slammed forward into the door as he pushed again and again, one paw on my shoulders, the other stroking my dripping length in time with his thrusts. I could feel his knot swelling and pressuring my entrance to let it in. I felt myself get closer to the edge with each forceful push from my partner. With a grunt, his knot pierced my hole, causing me to cry out as he rolled his hips, giving me short, shallow thrusts, striking my prostate.
I gasped and moaned as my sweet spot was hit, signaling my release. My balls tightened into my body as my cock splashed its juice onto the dingo's paw and the tiles beneath. My hole tightened around his knot as he came with a groan, flooding my insides with his warm seed. He shot inside me four, five times. His load was so large that it had started dripping out of my hole, past my spent testicles and joining my cum on the floor.
He collapsed onto the toilet, his knot pulling me onto his lap with a thud. We sat, stunned in that position for a while, until his knot softened and slid out of me, releasing more fluid from my stretched hole. I took some toilet paper and cleaned myself up, before crawling back to my cubicle, flushing and leaving the bathroom.