I had been sitting there for about 20 minutes, an overgrown tree giving some shade to the bench for me, the watcher. Two guys had already walked into the toilets, one was not too bad, but I stayed where I was. It might have been the mother and daughter walking past and then stopping, as if she was waiting to see if I was really a runner taking a break; or a cock hungry slut waiting for a fill.
My shaded park bench just at the corner of the car park, lake and cruising zone began to busy up with activity, and I jumped up, ran on the spot for a few seconds and stretched out my calf muscles. I retied my trainers, adjusted my shorts, sunglasses and wiped a few beads of sweat off my bare arms. I lifted my tank top and wiped a few nonexistent beads of sweat off my forehead, exposing the hard won abs I keep under my shirt to anyone that would care to notice.
I began a light jog along the side of the lake and away from the toilets and car park. I could run along the path for a couple of minutes, around the wooded bend and be safely out of view, then do an about turn and run back and be in full view of the cruising zone for a good 10 minutes. My dick was pricking up at the thought, the anticipation of what could come. It would be a full boner in not too long, I couldn’t get my mind off the future fucking that I was dying for and hoped against hope I would get. As I ran my naturally smooth ass cheeks glided easily against each other thanks to the lube I had pre-loaded earlier. But it was the feel of my bare butt skin rubbing against the material of the running shorts that really got me going. The jockstrap I wore is well used for sport, but once in a while I’ve had it on and luckily had my ass filled. It was white once, but has been well stained over the years with lube and cum of so many nameless men. My wife thinks it’s cute that I have lucky underwear that I sometimes wear for running, I smile because I know when I wear them, I get lucky.
I was too lost in my own thoughts and had run on too far, but did a quick about turn and picked up some speed. By the time I reached the toilets again I had broken a sweat, and decided I’d had enough of waiting and headed on in. My heard did a little jump into my throat, my stomach did a little summersault, my balls felt heavy and my dick pushed against the jockstrap, yearning to be free.
It’s always the smell that hits me first, before I’ve even turned the corner from the entrance way. Sure there’s the stink of the piss stained tiles and urinal water, but when a toilet is also a cruising zone, there’s that little bit more to it, and it drives me mad. Smell a little deeper, let your tongue taste that little bit more, and the bl**d rushes straight to my dick. There’s the scent of gobs of spit fallen from the mouths of cock suckers, stale man sweat come from a furious fuck in a stall, and all underlayed with that intoxicating smell of spilled spunk. There’s something else I experience as I step into the open restroom, much more than one of my senses, it’s the overwhelming feeling of desire.
There’s a couple of chipped sinks by the door, a series of cubicles along one side and a long, rusty urinal trough opposite it. I didn’t know if anyone else would have been in, but I’m in luck. One man stands at the farthest end of the urinal all in black, t-shirt and pants, spikey hair and sunglasses. His dick is out, but he isn’t taking a piss. He sees me, but I keep my intentions hidden for now by standing over the sink and staring into the dirty mirror. My tank top shows off my upper body strength, but not my abs, and I want this guy to see what I’ve got. I walk half towards the urinal, but deliberately stop and wipe the now real sweat from my forehead with my tank top, and he helps himself to a good look at my chiseled torso. Done, I have him.
I walk forward, partly towards him and partly towards the furthest cubicle. He turns towards me, holding and shaking his now hard dick. It’s pretty impressive, standing straight out, a good 8 inches at least with a thick layer of foreskin that he strokes against the rounded head. He digs his hand in to his trousers and pulls out his balls, covered in coarse black hair and hanging low. I’m desperate to feel them slapping against my thighs as he plows into me, so head straight to the last cubicle, whilst still staring at his junk on display.
He follows me right in, but keeps the door wide open and I feel his hands run up the back of my bare thighs, past my shorts and then pinging my jockstrap against my ass, before cupping my cheeks. I feel goosebumps prick all over my body at his touch. My hands are pressed onto the cool tiles and my head staring straight down to the toilet, eyes closed, ready for what is to come. I arch my back and push my ass against his rock solid dick, and its warmth pulses through me and makes my hole twitch in anticipation.
His cock pushes against my hole through my shorts, harder and harder till his cock head is practically in my hole, and his hands run up my back under my top and back towards my ass again, this time yanking my shorts right down to my knees and exposing my bare, lubed up hole. His breathing becomes heavy and I feel the head of his dick longingly pushing to where it is dying to be. He is careful not to let it slide in though, just tease it and get it wet with the lube. I have to let out a moan though when he slaps its weight against my crack. After some rustling I hear him snap a condom onto his thick, meaty knob.
But before I know what’s happening I let out a loud clenching groan and slap my hands against the tiles. He has pushed the entire length of his dick straight up inside me, all the way to the hilt, and I hear the unbelievably satisfying slap of his hairy low balls slapping against me, and his wiry pubes rubbing against my ass cheek. I throw my hand back behind me quick as I can and grab onto his trousers, still buttoned up, and keep him steady and fully inside me and give my ass a chance to adapt. Pure naked desire overwhelms any feeling of pain. I’ve been penetrated and I love it.
He lets a heavy breath out and I get the manly scent of beer and cigarettes from him. Despite my hand grabbing him close to me, he slowly draws his long dick back out till barely the head is left in. One hand of his clamps my mouth closed whilst the other grabs my stomach as he slams the full length of it back inside me. Only a muffled moan escapes from my clamped mouth, but he had anticipated me practically collapsing to my knees from the shock as he holds my limping body up. He pulls it back out again, quicker this time and all the way out, but I have barely a half second of respite before his cock is deep in my hole again.
I moan again, but it’s no good. I’m his, and I am just a hole he is fucking to get his load out. I let myself go and drink in the pure feeling of being used. He still holds me, one hand finding my hard nipple to flick, and the other with a powerful grip of my jaw. His dick moves into a good rhythm, pulling half way out in one motion, hesitating for not even a second, before slamming it straight back into insides and his balls swinging towards me, every time hitting a little harder against my thighs.
It feels tough and hard, like it’s rubbing against my insides. I think about trying to ask him to work some spit on there, but the more it drags and fights its way inside me, the more I realize I love the friction. I hear a splash below me, and I realize sweat is dripping from my forehead, down my nose and dripping into the toilet pan below. I take one of my hands and feel my dick through my jockstrap, it could not be harder, and there is a definite wet patch of precum that’s seeping out my own dick as I take the pounding. I push my hand down further to my hole and feel his dick brush by my fingers as it pushes in and out of me. I circle my fingers round the hairy base of his dick, and gently bring them forward up his shaft, touching the rubber ring of the condom. I know he is getting close, his fuck strokes are getting quicker, his pauses less and slowly more and more of his 8 inch cock stays inside me every time. I think about it for a second, what it would be like if I just said fuck it, take the rubber off, what it would like to have it bare and raw, to have his seed spill deep inside me…
“Fuck man, you gunna do it?” My head snaps round. Two guys, young guys, no more than 20 or so stand near the open doorway of the cubicle. They’re dressed as if they’ve been chilling in the park with friends, casual in shorts and t-shirts. My fucker seems to have already noticed them walk in talking, and now standing watching, as he just keeps fucking me.
I hear them laughing with each other, nervous laughter. But what they say is lost over the deep throaty grunts from my fucker. Both of his hands are hard on my back, my face resting on the top of the back of the toilet. I look back round again quickly, both are closer, both staring and both have their hands down their shorts.
The guy inside me reaches his climax, his nails dig deep into my back, grabbing whatever flesh he can, as I feel his dick slam and rub against my insides one last time. His moan is deep and long, a growl, and I moan with him. One last slam and then still. He leaves it in there, and moans with a couple more mini strokes of his dick inside me before I feel it get rapidly softer. He pulls out and I hear the condom snap off his dick and splat onto the tiles below me. I stay in my position, head on the back of the toilet, back out flat, shorts around my ankles now and bare ass spread out, and I hear my fucker speak for the first time, not to me though, to the boys watching: “It’s all yours bud.”
I just wait, and then I hear the cubicle door close and lock, I open my eyes and look below through my spread out legs, two sets of feet, one in flip flops the other in grey material shoes and ankle socks. I hear unzipping, and the one in flip flops drops his shorts and underwear to the ground, and I hear the other one say to him quietly: “Just shove it straight in, quick, blow and go man, c’mon.”
I hear him wanking his dick and he says back to his friend. “Yeh man, just between us remember. Say nothing.” I stop myself from turning round to look, but just then I feel spit splashing onto my crack and dribbling down my hole. The head of this guy’s cock sits poised against my hole, and another gob of spit splashes onto it. Slowly but firmly, he pushes it into my body, gets it inside and it slides in nice and easy. It’s smaller than the last one thankfully, and I immediately relax and begin to enjoy the sensation. Still a nice size dick I can feel though, a good thick six incher. He fucks me frantic though, his hands only lightly placed on my hips, as if touching me makes it too real. His dick slips and slams in and out of me, but I love the sensation. His breathing is heavy, and I take a quick peek round and see his friend watching intently, his own cock is out and he’s wanking it, the other hand on his friend’s shoulder while my fucker stares straight down at what he is doing.
“How’s it feel man?” His friend asks him.
“Fuck, fuckin’ amazing. Warm and wet man.”
I push my ass out further towards him, I want to get as much of it inside me as I can, and as he draws out a bit I clench my ass muscles around his knob. I hear him moan harder.
“Yeh man, dump your load right inside his ass man, get it all in that fucker.”
I feel expansion inside me; the walls of my ass are getting splattered with this young guys jizz and it fills up my hole. I savour the feeling, it came so quick though I barely had a chance to realise what just happened. A guy has shot his cum, his spunk deep inside my hole, in my body. I hear him moan again as he pulls out and straight away I feel spunk drip out of my hole and down my leg.
I hear shuffling behind me and the other guy places a hand flat on my back, draws it down me and yanks hard on my jockstrap. He traces a finger down my wet crack and touches my cummy hole. His finger goes around my hole, gathering up his mate’s semen and pushing it back inside my hole. He grabs a fistful of my ass cheek and he shoves his own cock in. Less thick, but a bit longer, his breathing is heavy and hard, and he fucks me rough, just like his mate. Getting it all in.
I touch my own dick again through the jockstrap material which is soaking from lube, spit, cum and precum. It’s almost even harder now. The young lad behind me puts his whole body into fucking the hell out of me. He is slamming my cunt full f***e, but thanks to that first monster cock I can take it.
It doesn’t take him long though, I hear him moan “Yeahhhhhhh” and actually feel a shot of spunk hit the wall of my ass hard. More follows, his dick keeps shooting in me. Rather than just feeling the expansion as cum flows into me like the last guy, this time I feel every shot of hot young jizz come from his dick and slam into my insides.
He quickly pulls out, gives it a wank, shoves it straight in again and gives it another few strokes inside me. The cum of him and his friend swirl around inside me, and I try to notice every feeling and every detail so I can remember this moment for a long, long time.
“C’mon then, let’s get the fuck out of here.” I hear zips being pulled up and the cubicle door opens and slams shut. Their voices fade as the walk out of the bathroom. I stay spread eagled over the toilet. I can’t quite believe what happened. I knew I wanted to get fucked today, but it’s real now. I’m left with that amazing just fucked feeling, I feel used, abused, sore, sweaty, and now, full of two guys cum, and I love it.
I look down at the tiles below me and see the used condom lying there. Feeling I should get rid of it, I bend down and pick it up. I grab some toilet paper to hide it in, but I take a longer look at it. Holding it by the rubber rim, there should have been a deposit of cum filling the bottom. Instead it was just open. There had obviously been a large tear, and the top end of the rubber had rolled back on the first guys cock whilst I was being fucked. I throw it in the toilet bowl and felt my hole with a finger. It was wet and slimy, from the cum of not two men, but three. I like it.
I grab my own dick, thinking about whether to beat off, but then I thought about my wife. She is working late tonight, I would have plenty of time to come out for another run later on around dusk, and I can’t wait. Maybe I’ll get fucked by a businessman on the way home, or a laborer or a student. I’ll leave the cum inside my ass for then, and keep my own load for the fourth, fifth or maybe sixth guy that fucks me in the ass later tonight.
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