All Eyes Are on Me

For Naughty Eric. The inspiration.

My head is down. Bent. My face and all my attention focused on my phone. As it is in my hands. But there is something stirred in my shorts. It is alive. Pulsating. Each heartbeat feeds…sending another flow of hot red life-sustaining blood into my ever-elongating appendage. Into my penis. Into my dick. Into my cock. I prefer to use of the word, cock. It is more manly. And the implication of it speaks of what gloriously dangles betwixt my two hairy legs. And of other men, too.

I am reading another one of Naughty Eric’s stories on GayDemon. I started reading his stories before I got out of my truck and entered the hectic atmosphere of the grocery store, at this early morning hour. I should have finished its reading before I exited my truck. But I had placed myself into this rush. Into this hurried pace. But I just could not put it down. And neither could my cock. I move it from one side-to-the-other. I even reached inside my loose fitted shorts and felt the heat radiating from my cock among the dense furry bush that is there, but my hand has only made me grow harder. Stiffer. But my mighty seven inches is at its full mast. But my hand always causes this when it nears my throbbing cock.

I had managed to tame the wild beast before I got out of my truck and walked into the store. I had not shot my creamy load, but I had thoughts of cuddly tabby kittens and prancing unicorns to stifle the raging animal in my shorts. But I soon found another story on the GayDemon site by Naughty Eric and began reading it as I walked around the crowded store.

My hard-on has returned. Its dominance gets notable reactions from the many around as I lug the shopping cart in front of it. All eyes are on me. But my hard-on is unmistakable. I cannot hide it. Not that I could. Not that I would want to, either. I am proud of having possession of it.

It is among one of these many admirers. Of those that are leering. Of those that do, one looks me in the eyes in a prolonged glance. And they are of the deepest blue in their hue. I like a man’s eyes. I do. His dark bearded face and his rugged masculinity does not hurt in this handsomeness either. This Bearded Man. Along with his attractive towering height.

I motioned towards the public restroom near where we are with a slight tilt of my head. He nods. And understands. Good.

I am the first to enter. And the Bearded Man follows behind me. In the same hectic of a rush as I had been.

“I am…” I say. But he interrupts me. Speedily. Before I can utter another word. “No names. Please. There is not a need for names to be shared between us.”

“Okay.” I tell myself. I have not done this sort of thing in ages. So. I am rusty in what I should be doing. What I should say. And how I should do it.

The large bathroom stall is open. We storm into the room with the room. After my introductory attempt. And both of us locked into a rather intimate and passionate embrace. Kisses between us happen in a flurry.

My hand goes to his shirt. I unbutton one. Then another of the many buttons on his shirt. My hand creep inside to cop-a-feel at what I saw peeking there when we locked eyes. And I am not disappointed. I can feel his muscles and his six-pack abs as I rake my fingers over them just above his pronounced bulge.

“Hairy.” I say. “Good.”

His hand then goes to my groin. Where the tenting is present. His hand snakes into my shorts and grips tightly around the length of my erection.

“Whoa! Whoa! A thick one. And long. And a Prince Albert too. I did not expect that.” He says. “But that is good. Real good.”

He squeezes me. And I feel the seepage escape from my pee-hole beside my golden ring. I feel him smear my juice atop my cockhead while he tugs gently on my golden ring. This sends surges through me of riveting fire. His rough calloused fingers only makes me unbound in my leakage under his perverted sway. He squeezes me. More. And then still more. And tighter at moments.

“You are wet.” He says. While his fingers stay locked around me. As he spreads more of my cream. “And the ring has made me all the more excited.”

“It is because of you I am wet.” I say. I sound convincing. Because I am. “I am glad you like my ring.”

His smile tells me he believes me about the cause of my wetness.

But what I have told him is a lie. It is from reading Naughty Eric’s masterful prose that has excited me. But he does not need to know the truth behind my raging hard-on. But Naughty Eric does. (It is because of him. His words. That I am hard and expelling so much of my virile liquid.)

He lowers my shorts from my hips. Gravity takes over as they fall lazily to the floor and cover my size 11 ½ Skechers.

“Better! And that ring is shiny.” He says in a rough and husky baritone as his grip tightens around my cock.

In the next instant he stoops, bends, and takes me into his warm wet mouth. He gobbles me up. Letting his tongue play with my metallic hardware. I can barely fit into his mouth. But he manages to get what he can inside his warm oral hole.

Soon my moans. And groans. Fill the small bathroom. But I do not care as he swallows me. All I can hear are the slobbering sounds as he devours my hardened length.

He stands. The drool. I can assume. As my juice seeps and his spittle mixes in the corner of his mouth and into his beard.

“Your turn.” He says. As he turns the whole of his magnificent body. Unbuckling his dirty jeans and presents me with his ass.And in two words he makes his demands known. “FUCK ME!”

I ram some fingers into my mouth. Grabbing the only available moisture to lube his hairy rimmed ass.

“FUCK ME!” He says gruffly. Again.

He wants me. And I want his ass, too.

A drool of my spittle drips from my mouth and falls downward toward my cock. Some of the spittle misses and lands on the tile floor but enough lands on my cock for me to use.

“FUCK ME!” He demands in a voice I know which he means since he has already said it two times already.

I tease my cock at the entrance to his hole. Letting him feel the metal that will find his ‘right’ spot. Swiping my cream-manifested cock and the Prince Albert there across his hairy crevice gets the reaction I want from him.

“Give it to me!” He demands. “All of it!”

I jab my cock into his hole. My Prince Albert finds no obstruction as I slid its length all the way inside him. As I am swallowed up by his ass. He pumps my cock of it leaking seed with the force of each of my ramming thrusts.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” His volumes rises as I ram him fiercely with my pierced cock. “THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT!”

I feel as though I have hit his prostate. Fueling the embers of his libido. As I pump him. He is slowly leaking and pooling his juice on the tile beneath out feet.

Suddenly, the door to the whole bathroom opens. I am buried deep within the Bearded Man. But I do not move. I am still all up inside his tender hole. The both of us remain nearly motionless as we hear the piss of the other man as it hits the porcelain urinal on the other side of the partition which is within inches from our halted position. His piss stream is strong. The man finishes and hits the lever as the flush echoes throughout the small bathroom where the three of us are. And then he washes his hands and leaves. The shutting of the outside door once again tells us we can continue. With that I can resume our furious fucking.

I remained hard in his hole. As the man pissed. I grew harder at the thrill of the other stranger in the bathroom excited me. Of the possibility of the two of us being caught.

“You may need to hurry.” Mr. Bearded-Man says as I ram away at his hole. “I want you to FUCK ME unlike you have ever FUCKED another man, before. I want it ROUGH! ROUGH!”

I do not need much encouragement from him, but I take his words to heart and jab my pierced cock into his hole with such force as I have never done so to another man’s deep hairy hole.

I can feel the tension mounting. The cum rising like an eruption from my balls. I stifle my usual scream as the sap rises. And then I unload. As I pound time after time once my spunk has been unleashed inside the Bearded Man.

“We best get a move on.” Bearded Man says as he pulls up his pants while my seed swirls around deep inside him. “Get those shorts up. We may have visitors soon. Real soon.”

I yank up my shorts to cover my deflating cock.

“Get out!” Bearded Man says as he practically shoves me out of the stall.

I lean towards the sink and act as if I have just finished the washing of my hands.

And at this moment the store manager enters the bathroom from the outside door. While I exit. Bearded Man flushes the toilet as I hastily depart.

It was a close call.

But an excited and unexpectant tryst gets the blood moving through the fiery veins. My wife has been unable to stir me as the Bearded Man did.