"I think I could definitely get down with getting dirty."
From Create Your Own Story
Don steps toward you and grins, pushing you bodily back until you're pressed tight in the space between the urinal and the first of the stalls. He towers over you, and slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his wide hairy chest and stomach, and the scent of him becomes obvious with the two of you in such a small spot. Once the buttons are undone, he takes the back of your head in one big hand, and tugs your face up to meet his, kissing you with a possessive kiss that's rough and full of his tongue. Your hands press against his chest, which is a little sweaty, and he grunts into your mouth, pulling back.
"Here you go, boy," he grins again, and lifts his left arm. His right hand, still holding the back of your head, guides your face into his pit. The sweaty musk of him goes right to your dick, and you remember jerking off to the picture of the hairy stud advertising the bar - he seemed like such a masculine man, and now here you are, face buried in the arm pit of a guy just as hairy and hot. You lick at the man's hairy pit, tasting the saltiness of him.
"Yeah, that's right boy," Don mutters, his voice deep. His crotch presses against the pit of your stomach, hard behind his jeans, and your own dick is rock hard in your pants. You lick at the man's hairy pit, under his shirt, breathing in the musk of his damp skin.
Don's hand moves from the back of your head down to the small of your back, awkward in the small cramped spot you're wedged into, and he starts to tug at your shirt. You pull away from beneath his arm just long enough for him to pull your shirt off, which he tosses to the floor carelessly before he takes both of your arms and pins them above your head. His beard is rough against your own armpits, and he licks at both, alternating as you squirm and gasp under the attention of his tongue.
After a while, both of you breathing heavily, Don pulls away from your arm pits, and his hands release your wrists, sliding down your sides, and squeezing in behind you to grip your ass. You kiss again, and the bear's strong hands knead at your butt. He raises his right arm, and you bury your face into his other arm pit, reveling in the dirty smell of the man, and licking at his wet hairy flesh. The saltiness is hot on your tongue. The fingers of his left hand slide between your back and the inside of your pants, tracing at the crack of your ass.
"I wanna taste that boy butt," Don growls into your ear. You groan, just about willing to let him to anything - and then the bathroom door opens.
You manage to catch a glimpse of the Daddy as he steps up to the second urinal. He grins at the two of you - Don has his back to the Daddy bear, more or less, but nods at him once before taking the back of your head in his right arm and pulling your head back. He leans down over you, less than an inch from your face, and says, "Gimme that boy butt." The fingers of his left hand rub up and down your ass crack, and you gasp, your dick twitching.
At the urinal, the daddy bear tugs out his dick and starts pissing. You can feel his eyes on you.
You...
