from a private msg session, thought I'd share a story....

[Guest BushPig]

One experience that comes to mind was, when I was working in Downsview, I used to go to a small park for lunch and take time to unwind and eat my lunch in peace. Where I worked at the time, no matter where you were, at lunch or in the can, there was no peace, so I bugged out most of the time to this or any of the other local parks.

One afternoon, I was sitting in my truck reading and eating my lunch when movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, so I looked over. It was an older guy, rugged, good looking, greyish hair and beard much like mine is now and he was looking directly at me from a picnic table he was sitting on. I didn't think anything of it and certainly had no idea what was about to happen, so I went back to eating and reading.

Minutes later I spot movement in my side view mirror and there is this guy, just walking up to my truck and as I turned to look out the window he says "Hi, how you doing?".

I replied "Fine thanks, you?"

I must have had a strange expression on my face because what he said next kind of shocked me back to reality.

"I wasn't sure we connected there but you do realize this is a cruisy park and you are kind of in the parking lot where most of the action is?"

"I had no idea" I said and I honestly didn't as this was only the second or third time in this park. Besides, I really wasn't into the public washroom scene as much as I was the outdoor bush fucking session scene. I just didn't like being 'trapped' so to speak in a building if I had to dash.

"Well the guy in the car a few spots down is checking us out and was checking you out the same length of time I was" he said.

I looked over and saw this young guy in his car staring intently at what my new friend and I were doing. I had no interest in him at the moment so I turned back to my new friend who had moved closer to my window. He locked eyes with me, I was getting a little excited at this point, and he said in a low voice "Meet me over there in the washrooms - second stall if you want some fun" and walked away heading in the direction of the building containing the washroom.

Well I honestly didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get into anything too lengthy as I had to get back to work and I certainly didn't want to get my dress pants and shirt messed up as I had to return to work for the rest of the day.

"Fuck it" I said to myself, not realizing how close to the truth that would be.

I got out of the truck and walked over towards the washroom building with a bulge in my pants and unknown to me at the time, with the young guy in the car about to follow me. I walked into the washroom and saw the number two stall with the door closed and no one else inside the room. I walked over to the stall and unzipped my pants, knocked quickly on the stall door and pushed it open.

There was Bob (that'll do, I didn't know his name, didn't care) sitting on the toilet with his pants down and uncut cock out, stroking it. I pulled the door shut behind me and reached into my pants and pulled out my now hard cock, dripping with precum at this point.

Bob kept stroking as he looked me up and down and I started stroking my cock right in front of him, almost at eye level. He eventually reached out and pushed my hand away, grabbed my cock and pulled me closer to him and with one smooth motion, engulfed my cock with his mouth right to the base, pulled back almost all the way off and right back down again. This went on for a minute or two when he reached behind me grabbing a handful of ass and pulled me in even closer until he gagged a bit. I was in my happy place at this point and didn't hear the outside door open and close with a thud. The stall next to us suddenly became occupied. I didn't care. I was getting my cock sucked, ass squeezed and as my pants slowly fell to the ground, my open hole fingered by my new buddy. Heaven in other words.

This went on for a few minutes and I was hearing movement in the other stall. It was likely the young guy from the car but he wasn't doing anything but listening and probably pulling on his own cock.

I was thrusting my cock in Bob's mouth at this point and I knew I didn't have long before I unloaded in his throat - he was good at what he was doing.

His finger up my hole was working my prostate and his mouth on my cock brought me right to the edge. I couldn't hold back any longer so I thought here goes, let it rip, when I looked up and saw young guy looking over the top of the stall. I was too busy to bother and looked back down just in time to feel the pressure in my balls burst forth in a massive cum load right into the mouth and throat of Bob. He took it like a pro, gagging a bit at first. Spurt after spurt of my cum jetted into his mouth and he didn't miss a drop. In fact, he vacuumed off the rest of the load from my cock with his expert mouth until I was almost perfectly clean. Looked like no worries about going back to work in a mess, but I wasn't done yet.

I always pay back a favour with a favour and as Bob wiped his mouth and licked his lips, I turned around, stepped out of my dress pants and underwear which were around my ankles, grabbed the stall door top and bent forward enough for him to see my open hole ready for something bigger than his finger.

Well Bob apparently didn't finish his meal. He leaned forward and spit part of the load I just gave him onto my now open and puckered hole. Fuckin' hot! Fucked with my own load! Love it.

Bob stood up from the toilet and I looked around to see just how much cock he had. I was very pleasantly surprised to see he was still hard as a rock but it was even bigger than it looked when he was seated on the toilet.

He wasn't going for a rubber either, like some of the anonymous fucks tried to do, so I knew I was likely going to get loaded this afternoon. Oh well, work can wait.

He moved forward with his cock in hand and I braced for what I knew was going to likely be initially slightly painful, given the lack of proper lube. I felt his cock head at my hole and felt him swirl it around to pick up the remnants of my come and his spit as he slowly pushed forward. Within seconds, I felt the all too familiar sensation of penetration of my sphincter and the gentle pushing of my asshole lips back up into my hole.

Amazing, I must have been really relaxed and horny for his rather large cock to slip in as easily as it did but his thrusts soon stopped being gentle and slow and quickly picked up in pace and intensity.

He wasn't long in taking advantage of my hole and was soon pounding away, holding onto my shoulders as I hung on for dear life to the top of the stall door. Bob was pulling his cock all the way out and pounding all the way in just as I did to him with my cock when he was blowing me.

It felt fantastic and I didn't want it to stop when I noticed again that the young guy was still watching us over the top of the stall and probably pounding his meat as fast as Bob was pounding my now open and juicy hole.

Damn, he was hitting all the right spots. I felt the pressure in my bladder and tried valiantly to not piss down my leg as he fucked me relentlesly at this point. I couldn't hold it any longer and as Bob pounded his hard cock into my guts, I was squirting out a little piss with each stroke in.

It felt great but I knew my pants and shorts were on the ground and likely soaking up the combination of piss and my come milked from my prostate.

Damn he was good. Bob changed his 'angle of attack' and that was it, I started to squirt more than piss down my leg. I could almost feel it as my come was squeezed out of my prostate then again as it jetted out of my cock with each thrust. I was coming again.

I started to spasm in orgasm and my asshole muscles did likewise, which made Bob stop his thrusting and just hold his cock in me just far enough to feel my asshole muscles milking his cock, almost sucking it back in.

Bob must have liked this as he barely moved as I milked and came and squirted for what seemed like a long time. I then started sliding back and forwards on Bob's cock, knowing the involuntary muscle spasms were done for me. It was now time for Bob's spasms to begin.

I slid back and forth for a bit when I felt the grip on my shoulders released and move to my waist line.

He had an iron grip and stopped me from moving almost completely. He was now thrusting harder and harder until I heard the lowest groan, almost a growl, coming from Bob.

Bob proceeded to unload the biggest, hottest load of cum in my bowels that I hadn't felt in a long long time. I don't recall Bob's balls being all that big but there must have been a liter of goo hosing the insides of my guts.

When he grunted and growled the last of his load into me, he slowly pulled out of my hole and with an almost audible plop, the biggest blob of spunk, santorum and spit landed on my dress pants.

Oh crap, I didn't have a change of clothes and this wasn't going to be good. Going back to work with an obvious stain on my piss soaked dress pants?

At this point I had forgotten about 'young guy' but just as Bob was finishing up fucking my hole real good, young guy had come from the adjacent stall and was peeking through the stall door at us.

He had a strange, lustful look in his eyes and I pulled the stall door open to him. I thought maybe Bob and him might want a go but he immediately dove for my pants and scooped them up fairly quickly. Quicker than I could stop him and I thought he was going to run off with them for some reason, leaving me pantless, but I was wrong.

What he did was locate that blob of spunk deposited on my pants and proceed to lick it off like he was savouring an ice cream, licking it up and sucking it like a starving castaway.

Young guy got what he wanted and left, passing me my almost clean pants and Bob and I parted ways after exchanging cell numbers, never to be seen again.

[Guest pozpig46]

Hot story it is a shame the young kid did not join in could have a double fuck