"Maybe you're right. Maybe dirty can be fun... How about you show me?"
From Create Your Own Story
The daddy bear 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. The smell of stale urine hits your nose, and you shiver, wedged into the tight spot. He towers over you, grinning, and then reaches down and takes the edge of his T-shirt and pulls it up slowly over his head, revealing his wide and densely hairy chest and stomach. The scent of him becomes very obvious with the two of you in such a small spot, musky and sweaty. He grins again, hanging the shirt half over the stall wall, and then 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 right arm, bracing it over your head. His left 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 just as hot. You lick at the man's hairy pit, tasting the saltiness of him.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you little fucker?" the older man 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, face pressed tightly against the hairy flesh, breathing in the musk of his damp skin.
The hairy daddy'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, the daddy pulls away from you, and his hands release your wrists, sliding down your sides, and squeezing in behind you to grip your ass. You kiss again, and the older man's strong hands knead at your butt. He raises his left 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 right hand slide between your back and the inside of your pants, tracing at the crack of your ass.
"I wanna taste that boy butt," the daddy growls into your ear. You groan, just about willing to let him to anything - and then the bathroom door opens.
Pinned in the corner, you can't really see past the daddy to see the new arrival. The daddy doesn't slow down, though, even when the new arrival chuckles and says a low-pitched "hey." The daddy presses against you, less than an inch from your face, and says, "Gimme that boy butt." The fingers of his right hand rub up and down your ass crack, and you gasp, your dick twitching.
At the urinal, the new arrival starts pissing. You know whoever it is would be watching...
You...
