Throatfucked In A Park Toilet

VICTOR

My name is Victor. I had just turned 18 and had finished high school. I was waiting to get into college, so while at it, I helped out with running some errands in the house.

Some of the errands include doing laundry, taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, taking our dog for a walk while my younger sibling and my mum handled the rest. I even got a job at a local grocery store where I worked part-time.

There was this park, about 10 minutes' walk from our house where I usually take our dog for a walk in the evening and sometimes early in the morning.

This morning, I was all dressed up and had Rocky, our dog on a collar and leash, ready to take him to the park when my mum suddenly told me not to go there ever again.

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“Because dirty old men hang around the toilets in the park, trying to get young boys to do disgusting things with them.”

“Mum…” I gave her a look that screamed there was no way she could be serious about that. “You can’t possibly believe that. Who told you?”

She stopped wiping the kitchen counter and looked at me, her expression more serious than I expected. “One of my friend’s sons got caught in there and do you know what he was doing?” She asked like I knew.

I shook my head slowly, literally holding my breath as I waited for her to continue.

“He was kissing the old man thingy,” she said, her voice thick with disgust before she made the sign of the cross. She was a staunch believer and was strictly against anything immoral or sinful. “Oh God, that is the most disgusting thing ever, and I hope his mother reports that pervert to the police,” she said spitefully, carrying the remaining dishes on the counter to the sink to wash them.

“Honestly Victor, I don’t want you going back there. We’ll find somewhere else to take Rocky but if we don’t, you can just walk him in the front yard instead.” Her voice rose above the rush of water and clanging dishes.

I didn’t know why but as I stood there, my heart raced and I began to get hard just thinking about some teenage lad my age getting down on his knees and sucking some dirty old man’s cock.

I couldn’t get the image out of my mind no matter how hard I tried. It turned me on so bad.

Quickly, I put Rocky in his crate and went upstairs to my room. I made sure my mom had left before I started playing with myself.

My dad worked in the bank and left very early every morning. My mum worked as an office administrator and pretty much left the house before 9am, and my two siblings had already gone to school. Since I couldn’t take the dog out for a walk and wouldn’t be heading to the grocery store until later in the evening, I had the house all to myself and could pretty much do whatever I wanted for the next six hours.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, I made my way into the bathroom. I applied a generous amount to my flaccid cock and tried to get into the mood. I thought of fucking a girl. But right now, it wasn't doing it for me.

But the moment I thought of myself going down on that old man’s cock, I instantly got hard.

I started slowly, running my hand up and down my shaft. But increased the pace as my needs increased, giving my cap a nice, repeated, gentle press.

“Fuck…” My breath trembled as that familiar blissful feeling ran through me.

I pictured the man in my mind, slowly making up his features. Middle-aged, Italian, with messy salt and pepper hair, hairy chest, and a massive ten-inch cock.

I pictured him tugging my hair as I got down on him, twisting my head back, slapping his dick on my face before shoving it down my throat as many times as he could.

“Fuck…” I placed my hand against the bathroom wall for support and cried out as pleasure tore through my body like lightning through the sky.

I held back a groan, breath seizing and eyes rolling back to my skull as I splashed a heavy load of my cum all over the wall.

When I finished, I washed up and went to lie on my bed. Thinking of what I had done, I suddenly felt guilty but I wouldn’t deny that it felt so damn good. I hadn’t cummed so violently in a long time. Thinking of sex with a girl hadn’t even made me cum so violently. I ended up sleeping off while thinking of it, wishing it was me who was fucked by that old man in the toilet.

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With time, I knew I couldn’t bear it anymore. More than anything, I wanted to grab hold of a nice, warm, and turgid cock that wasn’t mine. I wanted to be fed with cock, slapped with cock, bent over, and dicked down like there was no tomorrow.

With how addictive p**n was, I couldn’t keep relying on it or pleasuring myself all the time, especially with my family around. I could be caught. And when I am, my mom will think I am sinful and corrupt and might send me to a priest for confession or even ship me off to some religious reform facility.

I couldn’t afford that. Not while I was waiting to get into college like everyone else my age.

So one morning, after everyone had left, I found myself walking towards the park toilet.