Ask the pig top bear to fuck you now.
From Create Your Own Story
You push your ass out towards the bear and manage to say "fuck me!" between dives of his rough fingers. The self-proclaimed pig top grins at you, and takes you by the waist, pushing you up against the urinals and bracing your legs to either side while your arms stretch above your head. He stands behind you before pushing his once-again hard dick into your cum-slicked hole. The bear fucks you with rough, deep thrusts, and your arms shake holding the wall on either side of the urinal as he slams into your ass. You push against him, feeling your own dick throb with the need for release. You really wish the pig top would let your jerk your dick. Still, it's hot watching the Italian fuck the blond boy, and the hairy stud keeps his eyes on you the entire time, licking his lips and gripping him at the waist while he rams himself home and makes the young blond moan and writhe on his cock.
After a few more rough thrusts, the Italian says, "Fuck!" and then rams in hard, and the blond grunts and moans as the Italian unloads inside him.
The Italian pulls out a moment later, cum leaking out from the blond's ass, and takes a step back. The pig top bear pulls out of your ass - your moan of need makes him laugh - and the bear moves up to the blond and rams his own dick inside. The blond shoves his sticky ass back against the bear, and says, "Yes!"
"Come on, I'm done," the hairy Italian says, and grins at you. He finds his pants, stepping into them and tossing his shirt over his shoulder. You slowly tug on your clothes, pulling your pants over your hard dick. You really want to blow your wad, but this is your only ride home. You wince at the sensation of your hard cock in your jeans, and the cum on your face is sticky. You follow him out of the bathrooms, and he slaps a hand on your shoulder.
"Wish I could have blown my wad in you," he says. "But maybe another night, eh?"
You blush. Your dick throbs in your jeans.
Once you get into the delivery truck, the Italian throws his shirt into the back, not bothering to put it on, and you can't help but admire his wide hairy chest, damp with sweat.
"Damn, pig," he says, grinning at you. "You might just be my new favorite toy. Tell me where you live, and I'll drive you home. And maybe I'll drop by every now and then and bring you back here for more good times."
You blush even redder, but tell him where you live. He drives you home - you grip the leather strap and stand, feeling your dick throb - and when he stops in front of your home, he surprises you by grabbing you around the waist and tugging you against him. You fall into his lap more or less, and he presses your face into his hairy chest, which is still wet with sweat. You can't help yourself, you lick it.
"You didn't get off yet," he growls, and you moan piteously.
He laughs, and tugs your face to his arm-pit, which you lick furiously, loving the taste and smell of him. His free hand reaches down the back of your jeans and his rough finger penetrates your hole, making you squirm on his lap. He finger fucks you rough, and you feel your load finally release in your jeans while you press your face into his arm-pit.
He removes his hand, and you stand up, shaken, a wet spot forming in the front of your jeans.
"G'night, boy," he says, and you climb out of the delivery van.
"See you later," he says, and drives off.
Best birthday ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
