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A story from Paul Mendez' novel 'Rainbow Milk'
"There were men everywhere. Would any of them do what Fraser had not, and let him suck their dick? Businessmen, construction men, security men. Back, white, brown, in suits, tracksuits, workwear, wearing flatcaps, baseball caps, helmets. All seemed to be heading – the interesting ones anyway – to the station toilets.
There were eight cubicles, and hs ducked nervously into the sixth and locked the door. He was already hard, so had to bend his knees and tip his body forward to piss straight into the pan. He noticed movement to his left-hand side. There was a puddle on the floor, in between the two cubicles, and in it he could clearly see the refection of a man wanking, and in a manner that meant the puddle wasnt coincidental, the result of a leak, but was a kind of a mirror, created by the man pissing on the floor to make the two occupants visible to each other.
His neighbour’s dick emerged from his clenched fist long, thick and upward curving. Unsure as to whether this man would see his reflection in return, Jesse shook his dick of piss and started wanking himself over the puddle. In acknowledgement, the man knocked twice on the thin cubicle wall between them. Jesse knocked back twice. He heard his neighbour unlock his door, and knock twice again. Buttoning his hard-on back into his jeans, Jesse unlocked his, peeped out into the corridor to make sure no one was standing at the sinks opposite, or that no one at the adjacent wall of urinals would notice, and made his move, completely unable to believe what he was doing, right away the man stepped back to give him space, and Jesse shut and locked the door behind him.
The man was probably in his late thirties, stocky, with dark brown, receding hair; he wore construction worker’s boots, jeans and a pair of Calvin Klein truunks suspended around his knees, a light blue office shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing meaty furry forearms, and a thick silver watch. He smiled and nodded, and kissed Jesse wholly on the lips, his stubble grazing his fine skin. Jesse clutched the man’s dick in his hand – a dick! The heat and weight of it thrilled him – and drew his thumb over its slippery contours, which made the man grab and wank Jesse in return, Nice cock, he said, looking down in a manner that forced Jesse to crouch down before him. The mans dick was intimidating, urinous and pungent, twitching up and down in front of his face; he smarted a little from the strength of its smell.
The man put his hand over the top of Jesse’s head and for the very first time in his life, Jesse took a dick into his mouth, held it and felt it pulsing, and sucked, helped by the man’s pelvic thrusts, until he could feel the tickle of pubic hair in his nostrils. He was hard, thick and heavy, catching on the soft flesh just where dry lip becomes wet mouth, Jesse pulled his head back, licked his lips and took the man back in as deeply as he could. He felt invaded, taken over. The man put his warm, clammy hands around Jesse’s ears, pushed into the back of Jesse’s head and whispered, "Oh my God, you’ve got no fucking gag reflex", Jesse felt the man’s nuts on his chin, held onto his arse, pulling him in deeper, feeling him stretch his throat and the back of his nose.
He’d been waiting for this all his life, and when the man pulled all the way back out, Jesse licked his balls, reaching his hand up his stomach and tweaking his nipples, making sure the whole man was still there, before the man pushed his knob back between Jesse’s lips and fucked his head. Jesse closed his eyes and imagined any of those men from the landfill site, the ironworks, or the warehouses in their dirty jeans and muddy boots, fucking his mouth like this man was, giving him no time to breathe or wipe his streaming eyes, grabbing his head and fucking it any old way, he thought his left eye might pop out, somehow Jesse knew that he should try as best as he could to keep his teeth out of the way, unless he liked it? Some people did, didn’t they, like pain
Not long enough a time seemed to pass until the mans eyes scrunched shut and his face reddened as he grabbed Jesse’s head in both hands and spunked six or seven jets in the back of his throat.Letting out a controlled, discrete hiss, he pulled out, and held Jesse’s face in front of himself, he pulled his eyeballs down from the back of his head, he was almost laughing, puffing, a rope of spit hung between the underside of his knob and the inside of Jesse’s bottom lip, a new pearl sprang forth inside his pisshole, the mans arms weakened, and Jesse plunged back down on him to get it, making the man shrink back. "Stop" he whispered. He quickly pulled up his pants and jeans and ended the moment with a hasty buckling of his belt.
"Can I ‘ave ya number?" Jesse whispered, shuffling up from his crouching position, his thighs and knees aching.
"Nah mate," the man said, and showed Jesse his wedding ring. With that he kissed him on the mouth, said, "Lock it behind me and give me a minute," squeezed himself around the door and disappeared right out of the toilets without washing his hands.
Jesse, as instructed, locked the cubicle door, still trying to swallow the cum in his throat, as if he’d caught a slight cold, the man’s nether sweat all over his face. He licked his lips, inhaled through his nose, closed his eyes and imagined the man stiff inside him. He swallowed, and swallowed, as his train was announced.
"There were men everywhere. Would any of them do what Fraser had not, and let him suck their dick? Businessmen, construction men, security men. Back, white, brown, in suits, tracksuits, workwear, wearing flatcaps, baseball caps, helmets. All seemed to be heading – the interesting ones anyway – to the station toilets.
There were eight cubicles, and hs ducked nervously into the sixth and locked the door. He was already hard, so had to bend his knees and tip his body forward to piss straight into the pan. He noticed movement to his left-hand side. There was a puddle on the floor, in between the two cubicles, and in it he could clearly see the refection of a man wanking, and in a manner that meant the puddle wasnt coincidental, the result of a leak, but was a kind of a mirror, created by the man pissing on the floor to make the two occupants visible to each other.
His neighbour’s dick emerged from his clenched fist long, thick and upward curving. Unsure as to whether this man would see his reflection in return, Jesse shook his dick of piss and started wanking himself over the puddle. In acknowledgement, the man knocked twice on the thin cubicle wall between them. Jesse knocked back twice. He heard his neighbour unlock his door, and knock twice again. Buttoning his hard-on back into his jeans, Jesse unlocked his, peeped out into the corridor to make sure no one was standing at the sinks opposite, or that no one at the adjacent wall of urinals would notice, and made his move, completely unable to believe what he was doing, right away the man stepped back to give him space, and Jesse shut and locked the door behind him.
The man was probably in his late thirties, stocky, with dark brown, receding hair; he wore construction worker’s boots, jeans and a pair of Calvin Klein truunks suspended around his knees, a light blue office shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing meaty furry forearms, and a thick silver watch. He smiled and nodded, and kissed Jesse wholly on the lips, his stubble grazing his fine skin. Jesse clutched the man’s dick in his hand – a dick! The heat and weight of it thrilled him – and drew his thumb over its slippery contours, which made the man grab and wank Jesse in return, Nice cock, he said, looking down in a manner that forced Jesse to crouch down before him. The mans dick was intimidating, urinous and pungent, twitching up and down in front of his face; he smarted a little from the strength of its smell.
The man put his hand over the top of Jesse’s head and for the very first time in his life, Jesse took a dick into his mouth, held it and felt it pulsing, and sucked, helped by the man’s pelvic thrusts, until he could feel the tickle of pubic hair in his nostrils. He was hard, thick and heavy, catching on the soft flesh just where dry lip becomes wet mouth, Jesse pulled his head back, licked his lips and took the man back in as deeply as he could. He felt invaded, taken over. The man put his warm, clammy hands around Jesse’s ears, pushed into the back of Jesse’s head and whispered, "Oh my God, you’ve got no fucking gag reflex", Jesse felt the man’s nuts on his chin, held onto his arse, pulling him in deeper, feeling him stretch his throat and the back of his nose.
He’d been waiting for this all his life, and when the man pulled all the way back out, Jesse licked his balls, reaching his hand up his stomach and tweaking his nipples, making sure the whole man was still there, before the man pushed his knob back between Jesse’s lips and fucked his head. Jesse closed his eyes and imagined any of those men from the landfill site, the ironworks, or the warehouses in their dirty jeans and muddy boots, fucking his mouth like this man was, giving him no time to breathe or wipe his streaming eyes, grabbing his head and fucking it any old way, he thought his left eye might pop out, somehow Jesse knew that he should try as best as he could to keep his teeth out of the way, unless he liked it? Some people did, didn’t they, like pain
Not long enough a time seemed to pass until the mans eyes scrunched shut and his face reddened as he grabbed Jesse’s head in both hands and spunked six or seven jets in the back of his throat.Letting out a controlled, discrete hiss, he pulled out, and held Jesse’s face in front of himself, he pulled his eyeballs down from the back of his head, he was almost laughing, puffing, a rope of spit hung between the underside of his knob and the inside of Jesse’s bottom lip, a new pearl sprang forth inside his pisshole, the mans arms weakened, and Jesse plunged back down on him to get it, making the man shrink back. "Stop" he whispered. He quickly pulled up his pants and jeans and ended the moment with a hasty buckling of his belt.
"Can I ‘ave ya number?" Jesse whispered, shuffling up from his crouching position, his thighs and knees aching.
"Nah mate," the man said, and showed Jesse his wedding ring. With that he kissed him on the mouth, said, "Lock it behind me and give me a minute," squeezed himself around the door and disappeared right out of the toilets without washing his hands.
Jesse, as instructed, locked the cubicle door, still trying to swallow the cum in his throat, as if he’d caught a slight cold, the man’s nether sweat all over his face. He licked his lips, inhaled through his nose, closed his eyes and imagined the man stiff inside him. He swallowed, and swallowed, as his train was announced.
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