"Damn right, I do!"

From Create Your Own Story

“Come here, birthday boy,” he says, and aims you off to the farthest stall. He pushes you back into the stall until your legs hit the toilet, and you sit down facing him. Meeting your gaze in the dim light, he undoes his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and unzips his fly. You realize he’s going commando when you see his hairy balls. Then your eyes are drawn to the shaft of flesh – thick, veiny and uncut – stiffening before you.

“Well?” Don says.

You lean forward, and put his still semi-hard cock in your mouth and start to suck on his shaft. He has a sweaty taste, and a musky smell that immediately gets your own cock hard in your jeans. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but you totally focus in on it – you’re sucking Don’s bear dick like a champ, and though he is one of the thickest cocks you’ve seen, he isn’t choking you yet. As he gets harder, you feel his hand on the back of your neck, and he grabs at the scruff of your hair and bobs your head up and down.

“That’s good,” he says. His approval makes you moan around his dick, which makes him growl. You dimly grow aware that there are other voices in the bathroom now, some of them groaning in a similar way, but your view is entirely of Don’s crotch, and in the low light, you can’t see much. You slide one hand up under his shirt and feel the rough hairs on his chest and stomach.

He’s breathing harder now, and you swirled your tongue inside his foreskin between bouts of sucking, and find a nipple with your hand, and gave him a quick pinch. He pushes you down on his dick far enough that you nearly do choke, but you manage to keep sucking.

“Fuck boy,” he says suddenly. “Make a wish!”

His cum hits your mouth with a thick hot spurt, and then another, and you struggle to keep his dick in your mouth and still swallow his load. You suck hard, getting what you can, but some escapes. When he pulls his dick from your mouth, you quickly lean in and start to lick and suck at the hairs around his balls, getting his pubes wet with your spit as you suck out every bit of cum you can find. His hand relaxes in your hair, letting go.

You look up at him, and say, “Wow.”

He laughs. “What’d you wish for?”


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