Throatfucked In The Park Toilet

VICTOR

My heart was beating like crazy and I thought of going back several times because of how wrong this felt.

I tried to fight the urge but I couldn’t help it. My cock was literally trying to force its way through my trousers.

Shaking with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement, I walked into the toilet. It was clean and well-maintained but was empty. There was no one there.

I stood at the urinal, trying to piss. With my cock so hard, it was difficult at first. I was almost in pain. But with time, I controlled my breathing and distracted myself by thinking of how I’ll react when I finally get my admission letter. Slowly, it softened and I took the piss with ease.

I had nearly finished when I heard the door squeak open and an old man walked in. He stood next to me and from the corner of my eye, I saw him unzip his shorts and retrieve something. I caught his arm moving in a perfect rhythm. Every movement elicited a squelchy noise and he was groaning too.

I couldn’t help turning my head to look and when I did, I was so shocked I didn’t know when I took a step back, nearly bumping into the urinal beside me.

The man was facing me, his hand stroking the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I just stood there staring at the monstrous thing in his hand.

Not to mention the man was just like I imagined: in his late forties or early fifties, messy salt and pepper hair, unkempt beard, and chest hair spilling from the top of his unbuttoned shirt. That scruffy look I fantasized about.

The only drawback was that he wasn’t Italian. Probably Hispanic. But that also added to his charm, making him more intriguing and appealing.

I couldn’t believe everything I had fantasized about was playing out right before my eyes. I swallowed a lump and I knew he saw it bob down my throat.

“Do you want to touch?” He asked as he stopped stroking and presented the fat cock to me like it was a gift.

I blinked repeatedly and when I snapped out of the trance I was caught in, every nerve in my body was on high alert, screaming danger. I wanted to make a run for it but my legs wouldn’t move.

“Do you like cock?” He asked and began stroking again. This time, slowly. Teasingly. “Don’t you want to touch it… feel it?…”

He took a step closer.

I took a step back, my skin burning bright red. “Sorry mister but I’m straight.”

He laughed and pointed to my crotch. “Better tell that to your cock then.”

I looked down and a gasp tore from my throat, seeing my dick had betrayed me. It was rock hard, straining to burst from my trousers. It wasn’t something I could control. It kept rising on its own.

Looking back at the man, I wanted to speak when he closed the space between us. He unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers while I just stood there, eyes wide as I still wondered if this was a dream.

He wrapped his fingers around my throbbing cock and slowly, he began stroking, running his hands so sensually along my shaft and cap. I let out a series of whimpers, feeling like I was about to melt.

I tried to resist getting turned on as much as I could but it felt so good I couldn’t. The feel of his old experienced hand on my young hard cock had me on the edge.

I was about to cum when he took my hand and put it on his big fat old cock and said, “Your turn now.”

“Please…” I cried out. “I don’t want to touch your willy.”

He laughed and I was embarrassed at the sound of my own voice.

“I bet you wish you had a cock like mine. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t believe what I did.

“Yes,” I gulped and nodded. “It’s so big and thick it makes my hand look tiny.”

My fingers moved like they had a mind of their own. They wrapped around his fat shaft and began sliding up and down it.

My thumb scraped against the cap and I marveled at the outline. It was swollen and I could see the nerve endings pulsing.

I didn’t know touching another man’s cock would feel this good. This felt so wrong and so right at the same time. I thought of what my mom will say when she finds out I was doing this. What my friends will think.

But the sexual excitement I felt at that moment overshadowed every other thought. I was so weak with it that I couldn’t stop myself from falling to my knees when I felt his hands gently pressing down on my shoulder.

“I believe you know what to do,” he smirked.

I wasn’t in control of my actions anymore. I nodded like the perfect obedient slut.

I felt his cap nudge my lips, urging me to open up for him which I did. I felt his oversized cock fill my mouth. He pushed forward and I gagged as I felt it slam at the back of my throat.

I began chugging down on it. My lips wrapped perfectly around the width and moved fluidly up and down, my tongue occasionally scraping the cap and peephole.

This was my first time but all the p**n I have watched so far was enough to give me the experience I needed.

He held the side of my head with both hands to keep me in place and began throat fucking me. I gagged and choked, my eyes tearing as his tip kept slamming against the back of my throat.

Large amounts of saliva mixed with precum dripped from my mouth and the sloshing sound filled the room coupled with my groans. We were so loud that anyone outside could probably hear us.

But I didn’t care.

I wanted this. More than anything else at the moment.

The taste and smell of his dirty old cock coupled with the way he was moving his waist in perfect rhythm turned me on so much that I soon had my little thing in my hand, playing with it while sucking him away like some cock hungry slut in a p**n movie.