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I was at the usual watering hole where the walls are painted black and the bands are loud, with angst-filled lyrics and pulsating rock rifts that always thump to your heart rhythm. The beer, it's fucking ice cold and you sweat as much as the beer bottles.
There's no door to the men's restroom that has one urinal and one toilet no one ever sits on. I went in and two men were in front of me. I noticed that every time someone relieved themselves they didn't bother with washing their hands. We all knew that this place never had paper towels so the sink was left unused. I wasn't ashamed to step up to the sink and pull out my penis to relieve myself. Those who were waiting just looked at my boldness and admired me for being creative and helping the line move quicker. I notice a few looked at my cock while I shook the last golden dew drop from it's head. I smiled at them making eye contact through the mirror that reflected both my cock and me.
I popped my dick back into the comfort of my clothing and zipped my jeans. I left and another took to the sink and did as I had just done. When I went back to my spot where a shelf to rest your drinks and elbow went from one end of the wall to the other. Here the guys would rest their green or brown beer bottles and look at everyone who passed by. It was then that a dude, my age and height, came and stood next to me. We checked each other out and I nodded; he smiled.
He laughed and leaned in to speak into my ear, "Thanks for speeding up the line in the men's bathroom." I gave him a broad smile as he backed away to look at my response. We didn't high-five just clinked our beer bottles. He did something that seemed strange but evocative: he slid the neck of his beer bottle as he pulled it away sliding it up against the neck of my beer bottle and toward his embrasured lips. He quaffed the golden brew and smacked his lips with pleasure. The twinkle in his eyes made my dick jerk and slowly snake into a noticeable round swelling.
I don't remember what we talked about but I do recall that each time he leaned in-- because the raging music the band played would otherwise drown out our voices--the outer side of his thigh would rub against the bulge in my pants as he spoke into my ear. It was as if we were real tight friends who'd known each other for sometime the way we were crushed into sharing our comfort zones. The only uncomfortable feeling I had was the excitement I felt from the heat the friction of his leg created against my swollen cock. I didn't know frottage could feel so good.
He did that thing again with the necks of the beer bottles as we toasted to whatever it was he had just said. Then he kicked his head back and finished off his beer. He motioned me to follow him, but before I did I also downed the last of my beer and left the empty bottle against his. I saw an image of a dick against dick. I smiled as I'm the last person to be symbolic or romantic, but fuck the image turned me on.
I followed him in my pick up to his place and nice neighborhood of condominiums for the up and coming. Yeah, that's me right now up and ready to cum.
When I got in and closed the door behind me he wasted no time to press up against me and slam his chest against mine and pressed his groin against mine. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me. Like my yang refused to be yinged or whatever you may call it. I felt challenged and wasn't going to be manhandled and neither was he. At first that's what it seemed like as we both started to grope, tried to pin each other against the wall and clashing our bulges against each other. Soon we started to peel each other's clothes off not neglecting the need for our cocks to clash through the process. What we thought we weren't going to allow to happen was exactly what we did: we manhandled each other and loved it. Fully nude now he wrapped his arms around my waist and I cupped his well rounded butt checks and pulled him against me. Our hanging balls slapped against each other as our cocks rolled and our throats thundered primordial sounds. "I'm going to fuck your cock!" "I'm going to slap that jizz out of your balls with mine." "I'm going to make you shoot." "I'm going to beat your dick into submission." Our exchanges went something like that as we rubbing, grinding,frotting, clashing cock against cock, chest against chest. I could feel his heart pound against mine. We began to sweat from the heat that the friction of our bodies created. His lips found mine and our tongues explored the other's mouth. Our dick heads were coated in pre-cum and we mumbled pleasure as our lips were locked. Our hands explored each other. I could feel the back of his arms and the strong triceps, he felt my biceps as they swelled when I placed my hands around his shoulders to pull him tight. His butt checks were nice and round. He slid his hands down my hamstring and up my thighs. We explored each others muscles and got to know each other while our cocks slid against each other and then he shot first. His cumming made me shoot immediately. Our cocks were in sync he rested his head on my shoulder as we bear-hugged and squeezed our manhood tools against each other and the breeder juices just keep coming, a cascade of white that shot up toward our sternums and drip down our rippling abdomens. We inhaled deeply one another's scent as the musky smell of cum slid down and nested in our pubes. Would I do this again? Fuck yeah.
There's no door to the men's restroom that has one urinal and one toilet no one ever sits on. I went in and two men were in front of me. I noticed that every time someone relieved themselves they didn't bother with washing their hands. We all knew that this place never had paper towels so the sink was left unused. I wasn't ashamed to step up to the sink and pull out my penis to relieve myself. Those who were waiting just looked at my boldness and admired me for being creative and helping the line move quicker. I notice a few looked at my cock while I shook the last golden dew drop from it's head. I smiled at them making eye contact through the mirror that reflected both my cock and me.
I popped my dick back into the comfort of my clothing and zipped my jeans. I left and another took to the sink and did as I had just done. When I went back to my spot where a shelf to rest your drinks and elbow went from one end of the wall to the other. Here the guys would rest their green or brown beer bottles and look at everyone who passed by. It was then that a dude, my age and height, came and stood next to me. We checked each other out and I nodded; he smiled.
He laughed and leaned in to speak into my ear, "Thanks for speeding up the line in the men's bathroom." I gave him a broad smile as he backed away to look at my response. We didn't high-five just clinked our beer bottles. He did something that seemed strange but evocative: he slid the neck of his beer bottle as he pulled it away sliding it up against the neck of my beer bottle and toward his embrasured lips. He quaffed the golden brew and smacked his lips with pleasure. The twinkle in his eyes made my dick jerk and slowly snake into a noticeable round swelling.
I don't remember what we talked about but I do recall that each time he leaned in-- because the raging music the band played would otherwise drown out our voices--the outer side of his thigh would rub against the bulge in my pants as he spoke into my ear. It was as if we were real tight friends who'd known each other for sometime the way we were crushed into sharing our comfort zones. The only uncomfortable feeling I had was the excitement I felt from the heat the friction of his leg created against my swollen cock. I didn't know frottage could feel so good.
He did that thing again with the necks of the beer bottles as we toasted to whatever it was he had just said. Then he kicked his head back and finished off his beer. He motioned me to follow him, but before I did I also downed the last of my beer and left the empty bottle against his. I saw an image of a dick against dick. I smiled as I'm the last person to be symbolic or romantic, but fuck the image turned me on.
I followed him in my pick up to his place and nice neighborhood of condominiums for the up and coming. Yeah, that's me right now up and ready to cum.
When I got in and closed the door behind me he wasted no time to press up against me and slam his chest against mine and pressed his groin against mine. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me. Like my yang refused to be yinged or whatever you may call it. I felt challenged and wasn't going to be manhandled and neither was he. At first that's what it seemed like as we both started to grope, tried to pin each other against the wall and clashing our bulges against each other. Soon we started to peel each other's clothes off not neglecting the need for our cocks to clash through the process. What we thought we weren't going to allow to happen was exactly what we did: we manhandled each other and loved it. Fully nude now he wrapped his arms around my waist and I cupped his well rounded butt checks and pulled him against me. Our hanging balls slapped against each other as our cocks rolled and our throats thundered primordial sounds. "I'm going to fuck your cock!" "I'm going to slap that jizz out of your balls with mine." "I'm going to make you shoot." "I'm going to beat your dick into submission." Our exchanges went something like that as we rubbing, grinding,frotting, clashing cock against cock, chest against chest. I could feel his heart pound against mine. We began to sweat from the heat that the friction of our bodies created. His lips found mine and our tongues explored the other's mouth. Our dick heads were coated in pre-cum and we mumbled pleasure as our lips were locked. Our hands explored each other. I could feel the back of his arms and the strong triceps, he felt my biceps as they swelled when I placed my hands around his shoulders to pull him tight. His butt checks were nice and round. He slid his hands down my hamstring and up my thighs. We explored each others muscles and got to know each other while our cocks slid against each other and then he shot first. His cumming made me shoot immediately. Our cocks were in sync he rested his head on my shoulder as we bear-hugged and squeezed our manhood tools against each other and the breeder juices just keep coming, a cascade of white that shot up toward our sternums and drip down our rippling abdomens. We inhaled deeply one another's scent as the musky smell of cum slid down and nested in our pubes. Would I do this again? Fuck yeah.
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