Toilet Training Tony

The only sounds were his gasps and the squelching of that truncheon pounding away at his deflowered ass. He was floating weightless, seeming to be dreaming this torture that was wracking his body.

"…Unngghhh….unnggghhh…ughhhh" was all Tony could utter as he was battered by that thick baseball bat dick, relentlessly pile-driving away, balls deep against his ass. 

He felt that meat stick halfway up his body, his ass cheeks crushed against that tight knit of wiry pubes. He could feel that heavy nutsack bouncing against his own tight boy balls with every upstroke, tickling his over-sensitive nuts. He had spewed all their pent-up juice but his balls were still pulled up against his body in a tight knot and, along with his dark Mediterranean coloring, having the wrinkled texture of a walnut shell.

His dick had never gone limp, something Tony had always been proud of when boffing those chick who rode that Italian salami until they had been fucked silly, delirious and panting through yet another orgasm.

Now that hard-on stood out as a challenge to this Polish Fuck Machine pounding at his ass, Kowalski reaching around Tony’s hips, using that stiff handle as he pulled this hot Italian ass up and down his relentless dick.

After Tony had shot his load through that glory hole Kurt had lifted him with his crowbar dick, had spun Tony back over the toilet, bending him double and now he could see himself reflected in that water. Tony's one hand was holding onto the metal piping so he wouldn't fall closer to the rim of that toilet, but every so often he pushed too heavily, that water swirling in front of his eyes.

It became mesmerizing, hypnotic as that water was sucked down and away, taking his own image deep into those sewers.

It became the symbol for this degradation, his complete surrender to these strangers who had appeared from out of those depths and had made him their play thing.

Tony had lost all track of time and it was only when his cell phone buzzed he realized it was well past 8 o'clock. That must be his buddy calling him, they had planned to go out tonite, go to Town and find some pussy, leaving campus 'til Monday morning.

He didn't have any money but that wasn't a problem, not with those old fags in the park toilet such easy prey. Fuck, he wouldn't do this to them, he wouldn't lay a finger on 'em, all he ever did was knock 'em over, steal their money as they fumbled with his zipper on their knees thinking that they were gonna swing on his big dick.

That was the plan for tonight, before this…ohh fuck, he couldn't ever fuckin' explain away this shit!

"Wanna answer that, punk…" Kurt snarled into his ear as he thrust forward, so hard that Tony was pushed free of that dick, suddenly gliding forward into the air, his asslips slipping off that dick for just that fleeting moment.

In those too brief seconds he was floating free on this fetid stench of toilet stink, sweat and ass juices, free of that long log and he hung there on that thick air, balanced on that flush handle, supported by that hand tangled in his hair. 

He turned his head and in that quiet moment he sighed, his angelic face relaxing as his lips parted, the drool over his limp lower as he hung there expectantly with his head lifted up, his body lifting lightly upward onto his toes, the sweat and cum bathing his face glowing in that half-light of this toilet stall.

Kurt held him there for just that second, looking down and thought this was the first moment since he had started this scene that Tony seemed to be in true ecstasy.

With that, Kurt just as quickly yanked him back down on the head of his dick and slowly ground into him, pulling him down that full length of his dick in one slow slide, savoring those clenching asslips milking every inch of his Polish manmeat.

Tony bit his lip and tasted blood, sliding back down that raging dick. As that plum-colored dickhead speared his swollen asslips it was enough of a shock to make him suddenly cum again.

He started to shoot, those shots peppered across the wall over the toilet.

As his meat-tenderized asslips were pushed into his body. A that thick dick pushed past his hard nut deeper into his ass. As that hand holding onto his dick gripped even tighter. As he slid back onto that thick, slick truncheon.

Tony could only watch, blinking back tears as cum jets flew past his face, hitting that wall with an audible splat and then, ever so slowly, dribbling down.

"….Awww…fuuuccckkk…" he moaned, and at just that instant his hand slipped on the handle again, the sound of the swooshing water drowning out his moans.

Kurt had been just on the edge but this was it.

The twitching of those ass muscles massaging the full shaft of his dick was just too much. The sight of this young Italian stallion bronco-busted by his thick Polish sausage. That sweet and sour smell of sweat and cum, shit and disinfectant.

It was all too much and he let his cum explode. He could feel his dick in that tight anal glove being milked as Tony wriggled on his crotch coating that tile wall with more of his cum, as Kurt bathed that asshole with a weeks' worth of spooge he had saved for Rashid.

They were both moaning that same tune, Tony’s voice just a little higher and quicker to the beat of his own orgasm, Kurt a slower, low basso as he ground down into a haunch, grabbing Tony by the shoulders and pulled him flush against his crotch, frozen in that pose.

"Just my specialty…trainin' boy hole….." Kurt crowed and, with one final hard punch thrust, he let go of Tony's body and watched as he crumpled forward, face first, directly into that toilet.

Tony came up sputtering and, with another hump of his hips Kurt sent Tony popping off his dick. Tony's arms were flailing as he tried to find some way to stop himself from crashing into the wall.

Kurt reached out and took a handful of that thick curly hair and plunged his face back down into that water, holding him there before reaching out to flush it, watching Tony struggle to breathe as water swirled around his ears.

Pulling his head up, he spun Tony around, crashing him down onto that toilet.

"Now clean it, boyo…" Kurt growled as he pushed his dick across those glistening lips puckering like a goldfish out of water.

As he yanked Tony forward he noticed his phone sitting on the floor of that stall, the screen flashing that message left while Tony was "busy" getting his second nut. Pulling him by the hair he tried feeding Tony the full length of his dick, holding him there as he hit the back of his throat. Tony was gagging, and Kurt reached down to snatch that phone, flipping it open.

He stood watching Tony work his dick, punch-fucking his lips with just the head then pulling him deeper onto his dick by that handful of hair as that phone flashed, announcing the last call that had come through earlier.

Suddenly it started to vibrate in his hand and Kurt punched the button before it rang.

"…hey, man come to the park and let’s hustle up some cash, meet us at that T-room at 10, man…we'll roll some of those old guys and make it to the bars by 11, man…c'mon man don't punk out…you make great bait with that dick, man…" was all Kurt heard, snickering back at that voice he was sure he recognized, before flipping the phone shut.

Now that he was fully trained in the use of all his holes he would make great chum for those slow, grey sharks that circled those toilet stalls, desperate to feed on any fresh minnows that might happen to get swept into those murky tidal currents.

Seeing the watch on his wrist, he noted that it was only 9:00, still plenty of time to bundle this boy into his Corpus Christi Campus pickup truck and get him over to that park toilet.

Looking down at those puffed out lips circling his dickhead, Kurt smirked.

To Be Continued..