More then He could Handle

Introduction:

Kevin was in dire need of a public bathroom. Only the one he went down in was used for many other things than kevin thought he could handle. This nasty glory hole experience was one he could get used to.

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This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit.

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Down in the public bathroom

Kevin had spent lunch with some of his old friends from college. He still lived in the big city where he had spent his college years. Having gotten to know the city well, Kevin had bought himself a large loft apartment right in the heart of town. The lads had been drinking hard over lunch. They had not seen each other for a while. It felt really great to catch up with the rest of the close-knit group without their wives and girlfriends.

Around three, Kevin had said his goodbyes. Drowsy and a little too drunk, he strolled across the shopping streets to the main square. Kev urgently needed a piss like a wicked racehorse. And between you and me, Kevin was hung like one too. He was right near the entrance of an underground public bathroom. Usually, Kevin would not have gone down there. The stories he had heard about that place would make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. One would only go down there to score some dope, buy an illicit weapon, or get roughly gangbanged.

Kev was a wholesome guy. Absolutely not someone to piss in his own pants, no matter what. Besides that, it was the middle of the day. Nothing terrible would happen now! Families with their children were still out shopping. These things would only occur at night and to other dudes, thought Kevin to himself. And Kev was convinced he could handle anything as long as he kept his mind on the job at hand. Promptly draining the lizard and getting the hell out of there.

The men's room was even more grubby than the stories had foretold. The stairs down were filthy. There were empty beer bottles and filled condoms littering the steps. The walls down to the underground bathroom were graffitied heavily with all kinds of lewd, pornographic texts and images. Halfway down, the stairs took a 90-degree turn. On the landing - just out of sight from the main square - stood a businessman. One hand clasping his briefcase, the other tugging lewdly on the small pecker of a thuggish male street whore. The dude had a twenty in one hand and a 12-inch knife in the other. Just when Kev scurried past the two, the thug grunted loudly. Shooting his load over the suited businessman. "Uhmm... Oh YEAH!... Hmmm... Take that to your wife!... You cheap ass-fucker... Next time bring some real cash!". Kevin heard the thug beat the businessman in his stomach and the man toppling over down the stairs. He nearly collided with Kev as he pushed the grimy door to the gents open.

Once inside, Kevin was a little surprised by the large crowd of men. The smell of piss, sweat, weed, and semen was the second thing that hit him. It made Kev retch a little. It took Kevin a little while to get his bearings of the place. To the left were 6 or 7 cubicles along one wall. Opposite were some sinks with mirrors above them. All were too dirty to be used. Stained brown and partially broken. Full of debris and paper towels. At the cubicles' right - across from the entrance door - was a long metal piss-trough.

A skater-type boy and his young friend were standing at the trough. Both their tracksuit pants around their knees. Oblivious that the other men at the bog were ogling them. Out of the cubicle to the skater's right, stuck a fully erect black monster dick through a roughly cut glory hole. Twitching rudely up and down. Already dripping precum onto the stained floor. The wall of the cubicle wore the unmistakable signs of cum-stains below the hole. It had enough phone-numbers to make up a phonebook. 'Suck this' read one of the graffitied texts with arrows pointing at the glory hole - pointing to where the enormous black horsecock had poked its head through. Up against the opposite wall of the trough were a few guys casually leaning against the wall. As if they were waiting in line. One of them got a blowjob by a grubby punk with a wide mohawk. Wearing nothing but a yellowish rubber shirt, dingy piss-stained yellow jocks, and a leather dog collar with 3-inch pointed spikes. His bleached skinhead jeans lay in the trough. Getting soaked in all kinds of manly fluids.

And although this was not Kevin's scene, he got sort of turned on by the debauchery of the things he saw happening around him. Kev casually stepped away from the entrance door. Gravitating toward one of the cubicles. But still watching the other guys in the bathroom. He saw the punk on his knees going down the line. Groping a cock left and right. Sucking the prick in front of him deep down his well-lubed throat. Making all kinds of gagging and choking noises. Bobbing his face up and down.

A builder - still wearing his high-vis vest and helmet - had turned away from the bog. Seeing what was happening behind him in the large mirror over the trough. He pissed straight over the punk's head. The punk did not release the grip on the 2 guys. He kept on jerking them off hard and fast. But merely bent his head back as far as he could. Letting the builder piss him right in his open mouth. The piss-whore gargled, then swallowed, the piss as if it were his delight.

Kevin had walked over to the cubicle, where the big black dick was poking out from. All of a sudden, the door to the men's room was roughly kicked open. Kev turned around. Fearing some kind of police raid. Two burly men dressed in leather, jeans, and camo-gear rushed in. They were tall and muscular, cropped hair, with stubbled beards and sunglasses. When one of them saw the skater with his pants already around his knees, he pulled off his codpiece in one go. A thick cock sprung forward out of the leather chaps as he took two large steps toward his victim. Kicking the boy's legs apart, he pressed him into the piss-trough. Pulling his ass up. Nearly lifting the skater off his feet. Slamming his man-meat into the boy-cunt in one go. The skater screamed his head off. He got butt-fucked raw and dirty by the muscle biker. From the sounds the boy made, it was clear that this was his first time. The rest of the people in the bathroom looked somewhat in awe of the onslaught. Staring at the two rowdy guys.

The other biker had grabbed the skater's young friend. Throat fucking him brutally. Using the belt on his leather biker jacket around the boy's neck to control the tempo and the depth. The moans and grunts the young man made had even aroused the other dudes' interest from the cubicles. Making them poke their head out the doors. Kevin stood right next to the naked black stud from the first cubicle. Watching the two boys getting manhandled roughly. After watching the two raunchy dudes take and abuse the boys for about 5 minutes, it was all over. Both of them had emptied their balls. One deep and meanly into the skater's butt. The other deep down the throat of his young friend. As quickly as the two mean men had entered the bathroom, as swiftly the burly dudes left. Laughing harshly. Telling each other what it was like as they bounded up the stairs.

Kevin was shocked. Well, he was doubly shocked. For one thing, he was shocked at the scene he just witnessed. It was as if it came right out of a dirty gay domination porn movie. But the other thing he was shocked about that he was unknowingly stroking a big black monster cock. The guy had flung his arm around Kev's shoulder. Then their eyes finally met. The big guy had pulled him around. "Did you like that?... I do like it when boys lose their virginity... And it looks like you know a good thing when it's handed to you," grinned the black dude down at Kevin. He leaned forward and kissed Kevin right on the mouth. Kev said no and tried to pull away. But his hand was still gripping the nice black pole. Jerking him off. Rubbing his palm over the slippery cockhead. Making the horse-hung stud moan in pleasure.

Meanwhile, two lines had formed behind the skater boy and his young friend. They got taken by all of the men present. One by one, the boys got an education they would not quickly forget. Getting ass-fucked and spit-roasted in the middle of the public bathroom. While the piss-whore was on the floor underneath the two. Sucking them both off, like a pro. Eating the cum that was dribbling out their assholes.

Kevin finally remembered why he was down there. He had a stabbing pain in his gut. Kev still needed to piss like a racehorse.

Breaking away from the black stud, he swiftly walked into the 2nd cubicle. Pulled down his jogging pants. Attempting to piss. Nothing came out. He had a raging hard-on! "Impressive!" came a dark voice in awe from cubicle number 1, "You're as big as me... Come here, dude... let me help you out!... Stick that white monster through the wall."

Kevin's concentration was broken. He wasn't gay! He came here to piss! Nothing else. His dick's tension was released a little, and he was finally able to drain the lake. But when he was standing there, one hand propped against the back wall, with the other aiming the 11-inch slong at the john, he could not help but feel he was being watched. The release gave Kevin a wonderfully elated feeling. At that point, Kev could not care less. The sound he made was something like a burst water main. The deep sighs from Kevin attracted all kinds of attention. He felt watched as if the cubicle was made of glass. From the first stall, the black stud watched him through the glory hole. As were the 2 guys in cubical 3. And even from behind the crack in the stall's door, Kev felt eyes prick.

After Kevin had finished, as quickly as he could, he was going to go back outside. The noise of the people fucking, slurping, sucking, moaning, and grunting around him was making him feel sick. Yet when he flicked his dick a few times to get rid of the last remaining drops of piss, he got turned on again. Listening more intently to the noises around him. Unknowingly, his cock got hard anew. He sat down on the yucky toilet seat - Jogging pants around his ankles - beating himself off. Looking at the dirty graffiti texts on the inside of the cubicle walls.

Two hands appeared on top of the partition wall between his stall and stall number one. The trainers of the naked black stud came into sight underneath. And then the big dick thrust forward through the divider.

Kevin watched the glistening veined cock for a while. Still, ferociously jerking himself off. Contemplating for a minute what he should do. His free hand eventually took hold of the black horse-hung stud's meat. Standing up, Kevin put his own dick next to the black man's cock. They were both of similar size. Although the black one was slightly wider and veinier. Kev jerked them both off at the same time. Pressing them together, with both his hands. The stud moaned in pleasure. He had a studded leather cock strap around the base of the cock and balls. Making the entire package stand proud.

"Go on... Suck it, dude... Suck my big black dick... I know you want to!... Suck it!... Do it now!" commanded the guy, not even bothering to lower his voice.

"No, man... I can't... I am not gay!" whispered Kevin urgently.

"What has that to do with anything?... Just do it... Go on... Take it... It won't bite!... Suck me!" repeated the stud.

Kevin dropped to his knees. And for the first time in his life, he took a cock into his mouth. First, he ran his tongue over the cockhead. Tasting the guy. Twirling his tongue around the base of the cockhead for a while. The black stud twitched a little. Then he groaned as Kev licked the shaft. From its tip all the way to the juicy hairless balls.

"That's it!... You're doing fine... Now suck on my balls, boy!... Take them into your mouth... and suck them," said the man as if he was giving the spectators a blow-by-blow commentary.

With great difficulty, Kev took the black nuts into his mouth. Lustfully licking around them, the massive dick resting between his forehead and the partition wall. Kevin wondered what it would be like sucking that big dick off. He had so far only been sucked off my women himself. But he had secretly wondered what it would be like. Kevin took the balls out his mouth with a satisfying plop. Took the base of the cock-shaft in one hand and opened wide. Taking the monster into his mouth. Stroking it over his tongue and resting it against the top of his mouth before closing his lips around it. Slowly increasing the suctioning. This was apparently exactly what the stud had been hoping for. He started to moan and grunt darkly. Slowly Kev bobbed up and down over his member. Sucking a guy off. And fucking loving the feeling. This wasn't bad. This was actually nice. A hot throbbing cock in your mouth.

Kevin had placed two hands on either side of the glory hole. Changing his position from his knees to a squat. Letting himself rock as deep over the cock as he could manage. Making sure he lubed the big shaft with plenty of spit. Kevin took him deeper than he had ever dreamed he would be able to do. Sometimes even carefully gagging himself on the black monster. The slurping sounds Kev now made egged the stud on as well. His breathing got a lot faster, and his grunts got hotter. Without any warning, and just when the black cockhead had wedged himself deep down Kev's throat, the cock swelled and trembled.

The stallion exploded into Kevin with dirty, loud growling moans. Dumping stream after stream of thick juicy sperm into Kevin's mouth and throat. Flabbergasted, Kev took it. Not wanting his clothes to get stained, he kept the cum-pump in his mouth. Swallowing as much down as he could. The rest he let dribble over the black dick and balls. Kevin watched the last twitches of the black cum stained dick in awe. And when the black stud did not withdrew his cock from the glory hole, Kev started to lick the rest of the cum off instinctively. Licking every last drop up. Cleaning the man properly and sucking him dry.

Without being aware of it, Kevin had stood up, turned around, grabbed the black cock, sliding his ass over it. Kev wanted to know what it would feel like. The pain was intense. But as soon as the dripping wet dick was past the ring, it felt sort of doable. Very slowly, he pushed a little deeper over the 11-incher. The stud moaned in surprise, "Do you want some lube?" He must have felt the tightness of Kevin's virgin butt-hole gripping his still rockhard cock. Kevin grunted yes under his breath as he let the monster slide out. Leaving a painful burning twinge in his ass behind. The stud squirted a whole lot of lube over his shaft and handed the bottle to Kevin. He worked some into his asshole, returning the bottle back underneath the partition wall. Pressing his hole to the partition, he felt a lubed finger opening his ring.

"Brase yourself... I am going in deep..." grunter the man hornily, "You're going to get fucked, boy!... Take that black cock deep!... That's it!... Let me in, boy!... Fuck, you're so tight!... I love it... Open that hole and let me in!"

Kevin stood bent over between the partition walls of this stall. Bracing himself with both hands on the opposite wall. Pressing his ass against the wall where the black bull was sliding his cock in and out. Nothing too aggressive, but still, the length and girth of the horse-hung cock were no joke. Kev had closed his watering eyes. As the black stud started fucking the bum-hole in earnest now. His hips were slamming against the partition wall. His cock making the unmistakable noises of riding a sloppy well-lubed tight boy-cunt.

When Kev finally relaxed a little, he looked up and opened his eyes. He saw a nice hairy cock poking inches from his mouth from stall number 3. The guy was clearly not alone in there. There were 4 boots visible underneath the partition wall. From the movement of the throbbing cock Keving could make out that the guy was getting porked as well. Kev stretched out a little more. Taking the 8-inches into his mouth while his ass was rammed considerably faster and rougher now.

Who could have known this? Wondered Kevin. Never been fucked before, and now I am being spit-roasted in a dirty public bathroom. Kevin used his arms to bob back and forth. Slamming his butt over the big black 11-inch cock in his ass. And gagging himself over the 8-inch cock from the other stall.

The 2 guys from stall 3 were talking about Kev's achievements. Egging each other on. It did not take long before Kev had to swallow a second load of cum. It had come moments after the guy fucking in stall number 3 rammed his seed deep into the other. His orgasm was loud enough for everyone in the public bathroom to hear. All of the men laughed and cheered. No doubt wishing they were in that stall. The black bull from cubicle number 1 was also aroused by the sounds. He viciously rammed forward. Pounding his cum in deep. Grunting like a wild bear. Loudly cursing as he pumped Kevin's ass full of sperm.

Kevin let him ride out his waves of ecstasy. Letting the black stallion pump his hole for a while. Churning the cum into a froth. When he finally pulled out after a few minutes, Kevin sat back down on the dingy toilet seat. Feeling the cum drip out his ass. Kev was out of breath. It took him a while before he was able to think again. Kevin pressed some of the cum out of his ass. Letting it fart as he did so. Kevin had never felt so dirty in all his life. And yet, this was an experience he would love to repeat for sure. The only thing missing was his own release. Being used was one thing. But now he wanted what the burly biker guys had done. He wanted to fuck a guy. Breed some anonymous asshole. Love them end leave them. Kevin pulled up his jogging pants. Letting his rock-hard member swing in the breeze as he stepped out of the cubicle.

He walked over to the metal piss-trough. Took one quick look. Picked the asshole he wanted and plunged forward. It was one of his friends from college, Tom. Apparently, Kevin was not the only one in his group who took a walk on the wild side today. Kev rail the cunt, rougher, harder, faster, and way deeper than the other men had seen done before. And that was saying something. Kev's friend screamed as he got roughly penetrated. When Kevin pulled his head up by a fist full of hair, the two laughed dirty as they saw each other for the first time in the mirror above the bog. He let Kevin nail him, use him, abuse him, grope him, squeeze him, slap him, hurt him, and breed him until he could stand no more.

Kevin pulled out with a dirty plop. His cum and Tom's ass-juices dripping onto the bathroom floor. Kev's friend dropped in a pile on the floor at his feet. The other men in the public bathroom stood in a circle around the two guys. Not knowing what was going on. Fearing the worst. Kevin pulled the tormented guy gently up. Kev hugged him dearly as they kissed intently. And the other men started to applaud the two friends.

"Want to come to my place? ... So you can get your own back Tom?" asked Kevin once they had washed up a little.

"I'd love to Kev... Boy, that was something else... Wasn't it?" gasped Tom satisfied, but out of breath, as the two of them walked arm in arm out the underground public bathroom into the dark.

"Fuck," thought Kevin to himself, "How long have I been down there?... No matter... It was fun... And tonight we will do it all over again... again... and again..."

- The END -

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