Romance isn't dead in the Lowe's bathroom
We're all over 18.
I was in the local big box home improvement store for drywall screws (oh the irony) when I noticed a guy who totally dwarfed me - I'm 6'4, i had to look up at him. He looked like he was in his 40s, wearing stained yellow carharts and a faded black tee, Oakleys on top of his shaved head, long salt and pepper duck dynasty motherfucker beard, boots, massive ropy arms. As I slyly looked up his massive frame he looked over at me, grinned, winked, and walked away. My brain raced a little, wondering if I was supposed to follow him. Nah, I totally fantasized that whole thing. Forget about it. I headed back towards the checkout.
As I walked I checked down other aisles to see if I spotted him again. He must've been 6'9, I could feel my cock swelling a little, thinking about that filthy grin, and then my phone buzzed. I juggled the boxes of screws and fished it out. Grindr notification. I opened it, and it was a blank account. "And there you are, stud. Bathroom?". My boner was now notably pressing my jeans and I tucked down an aisle to drop the screws and adjust. "Be there in a sec" I typed, heart pounding. As I strolled - calmly, totally cool, cock constricted and protesting - I started to wonder...was that blank profile necessarily him? I pictured some gnarly old dude who was just hitting on me, my face fully visible on my profile, NOT tall man. Shit. I steeled my nerves and pushed the door open.
The first thing I saw was a frail elderly man washing his hands at the sink, which was also what my heart did. The man shook off his hands and nodded at me and I went cold. And then saw the giant standing at the urinals, looking up at the ceiling, making the partitions look comically small. I stepped in to the one next to him and whipped my snasage out, staring at the wall. Shuffling footsteps behind us, then the sound of hte door opening and closing. "Nice" said a low, quiet voice above me, and I looked over and up at him to see him peering over the partition at my cock. "Hey" he said and looked down at his own. I peered over to see him grasping a thick, mean looking uncut dick, the tip juuuuust emerging, thick purple vein down the back of it. "Want it?" he grumbled. And then a big, hot hand grasped the back of my neck. He pulled me back from the urinal and then pushed me in front of him, towards the handicap stall in the back.
In the stall he pressed me down to my knees and then I heard him lock the door. I started at the tiles in front of me as he entered my view - nothing bit legs and that thick cock sticking straight out in front of him, a thin hoop of clear precum webbing from his tip to his pants. He grasped my chin. "Look at me. Open up" I opened my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out and felt it on top of my tongue, closing my mouth around it. Salty but nice. He smelled like sweat and man but good. I worked my tongue between his foreskin and his head, and he let out a deep, guttural moan and then stopped, giggling because the moan resonated in the bathroom. "Nice acoustics" he whispered, laughing, and placed one giant hand on the back of my head and pressed me firmly against him. Because of his sheer mass, the dick had seemed like a meaty 6+ inches glancing over the urinal stall, but up close and then in my mouth it was bigger than I'd assumed, barging deep on my throat as my nose vanished into his musky-ass bush. He grabbed my head with his other hand and growled again, quieter, grunting as he slowly pulled me almost fully off his cock and then pressed it allllllll the way down my throat again, thrusting his hips against my face, then all the way off again. I grasped his tree trunk forearm The strokes got harder, sometimes thrusting against my face more times until he was doing it long enough that I started to desperately need a breath. Then off enough to gasp in some air and the slammed back in like a filing cabinet drawer. His hands were all over my skull, moving me around to fuck even deeper down my upturned throat. At some point my throat gave up on gagging and I started to dissociate, just opening up and taking it, vision tunneled. "Goooooood boyyyy" he growled. "Open up...yeahhhhh"
And suddenly I found myself being yanked to my unsteady feet, blood rushing back into my legs. How long had he been using my throat? He shoved me forward and I grabbed the ADA rail, his huge hot body around me, roughly shoving my jeans and underwear down. His cock pressed against my tailbone. "Youre lucky I carry lube, haha" he growled in my ear as I head the click of the bottle, and then felt lubed fingers around and in my ass. Rough. "Fuuuuck youre tight. This is gonna hurt". And then it was pressed against me. His giant gands around my hips, pulling me onto it. My asshole screamed against the thickness of it. He was going slow but he pressed it all the way home. I twas thickest at the base and he left it in there for a minute, breathing against my neck. One hand left my hep and he grabbed my rock hand boner and started stroking it as he started pushing in and out, just a little, pulling a little further out each time, the burning pain slowly leaking down the back of my legs and dissipating. "Yeahhhhhh breathe, brother. Open up for me. Thaaaat's good" he whispered right in my ear, biting it and making all my hairs stand on end.
As his strokes got deeper and harder he stood me up, still stroking me with one hand, his other arm coming around my throat, massive biceps and forearm squeezing against the sides of my neck, then letting off a little, then squeezing again. "That's goood" he groaned, sliding in and out of me "Just take it like a good boy". He was pulling me up my my neck now, on my tiptoes, grunting with each hard stroke, pleasure exploding up and down my spine. "Deep breath" he growled, letting off my throat and I inhaled deeply, bracing. His arm clamped onto me so hard that I thought he might break my neck and I panicked, trying deperately to pull at his wrist and arm but it was like moving a tree branch. I'm strong but he was far stronger, and my vision started to darken and close.
The next thing I remember is realizing there was something inside me. Tiles. Smell of piss and cleaning product. I didn't know how I got there and had a foggy worry that I was getting raped and started to yell but a giant hand clamped over my nose and mouth. "Shhhhhhhhh motherfucker" he chucked, the slapped my cheek. It was all flooding back, I realized where I was, still on my toes and hanging on to his arm as his hand went down to my cock again. "Shhhhhh" he said, squeezing my throat again. I could feel my balls tighten up, each time he squeezed and my vision tunneled I'd feel precum leak out of me, then he'd let go and I'd ALLLLLMOST cum, then the sqeeze again. "Not yet" he whispered slowly but when he let go again my whole body convulsed and I heard my load splash against the tile wall and floor. The convulsions came in perfect time with his cock shoving into me. "Awww fuck I said not yet" he whispered and then violently shoved me forward again, grasping my hips and full force plunging in and out of me, lifting my against him, my insides and hole tired and beaten, giving up and taking more of it. "Oh fuck......ohhhhhhhh fuck" and hte strokes slowed, all the way in, his cock throbbing inside me.
And there we stood - or him standing, me with my hands on my sneakers, still bent over - his cock still all the way inside, pulsing, as the door opened and closed, footsteps coming close, the stall door shaking, then the next one over opening and closing. I could feel him shaking, trying not to laugh, which make me stifle my own. We stayed like that as the mystery guest finished their piss and left, his dick deflating in me. "Fuck. That was good" he said, pulling out of me. I slowly unfolded, still dizzy, and he put his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. "That photo does NOT do your eyes any justice, brother. They're gorgeous." I could feel myself blush. "Hey I'm in town pretty often, can you ever host?" "Yeah. Hit me up". He winked and grinned again. "Oh fuck yeah handsome. Til next time" he said, and then left. I leaned against the wall, caught my breath, cleaned up my jizz, and left a couple minutes after.