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Luckily, some of the pictures I took were saved on my camera's internal memory - those are the ones in the gallery! Late tonight, I was bicycling around the place I live, and found an area where they are tearing down some buildings, but the community bathroom/showers are still up. I was instantly intrigued by the thought of jacking off in this new, semi-public place. Since the nearby buildings had been torn down, I figured I could get away with a little more exposure in the bathroom, and could jack off on the counters or something. I remembered that I had my camera with me, so I got extra excited by the thought of sharing pictures with my wife and the Internet.
I was also aroused by the thought of getting caught...
The building was as empty as promised. I started taking pictures, just exposing my cock a little, then stroking it to get hard, then pinching my nipples too. I experimented with the camera’s timer and my mini tripod, getting some interesting angles. I also took some pictures to show off my ass, hoping you would all know just how much I needed to be fucked... And then my batteries died. I stopped, and actually left to buy more batteries to continue. I wasn’t able to come straight back, but the building was equally empty when I did. I replaced my batteries and immediately pulled my cock out, still soft, to take a picture. I got the first picture, and then pulled my shorts back up to go back to my camera and check the angle.
Just then, the door opened and a guy came in. He glanced at me, fully dressed but holding a camera, and went into a stall. I didn’t hear the door lock. I bummed around, pretending I was there to take artsy shots, and waited for him to finish and leave. I didn’t hear anything from him, and took enough shots of water damage and rust to get bored. I was wondering if he was gonna hurry up and leave when I heard him say “Well?”
My heart leapt to my throat. Was he talking to me? Was he waiting for me to leave? Was I gonna get in trouble?
“Hey, are you coming or not, man?” he said. My soft dick twitched. Then quickly grew hard as I grasped the implications of what he said. I slowly walked to the stall he was in. I nudged the door, and it swung open to show the guy leaning nonchalantly, and oh so sexily, against the wall. He smiled at me, and slid his hand down his chest and abs to the top button of his pants, which he popped loose. “Well?” he said again.
I was jittery and shaking and about to come in my pants, and still just staring at his crotch in disbelief. I shakily reached out a hand, and irrevocably crossed a line, gently brushing my fingers against his stomach as I moved to slip the rest of his buttons loose. I got enough undone to reach my hand in, then slid it into his pants, squeezing his cock through his boxers. He was firm, and throbbed in my hand. I was lost.
I stepped the closer to him and brought my other hand up to push his pants and shorts down, freeing his cock. I wrapped one hand around the base and just stared at it. My wife and I have shared a guy once, and we have talked endlessly about me picking up boys to please for her, and she has expressed interest in my finding a cock to enjoy while we are apart. But it had always just been sexy fantasy talk. I was making it real. I was worried that it would hurt her. Then I decided she wanted it almost as much as me, and that the pictures would make up for her not being there, for me not asking ahead of time.
I realized that I was stroking his cock slowly, so the point was moot. I was gonna make him come, and hope that I got to come too. Nothing else mattered.
I stroked him more purposefully now, using one hand to stroke down under his shaft towards his balls. I looked up, and made eye contact with him. He smiled, and said that if I did real good he might reward me. I dropped to my knees and let go of his cock so I could tug his pants down past his knees. I ran my hands back up his legs, sliding one around the front to wrap around his fully erect penis while sliding the other around his hips to cup his ass. I stroked his shaft several times, just exploring and marveling at the feel of it. My hand idly stroked his bum, just enjoying the shape and feel of his musculature. I looked up at him, and his expression was more intent. “Ah, yes, now suck it baby, you know you want to.”
I pressed against his ass, and guided his glistening head to my lips. I kissed it tenderly, like kissing a girl for the first time, or kissing your lover after a long absence. My man was growing tired of my awe and tenderness and timidity, and ran his fingers through my just-long-enough-to-pull hair, grabbing a handful and pulling my lips over the head of his prick, sliding into my mouth. I squeezed his ass tightly, and stroked the base of his shaft while I licked and sucked and ran my tongue all over the top half of his cock in my mouth. It was salty and warm and filled my mouth so nicely. His hands hardly needed to encourage me as I began to bob my head up and down, back and forth, slurping on this stranger’s cock.
He pulled my hand off his ass and told me that I was doing good. He said I could touch myself, if I wanted. I immediately squeezed my hard cock through my workout shorts, nearly coming with that first touch. I didn’t wanna come so soon, so I ran my hand up his legs instead, reaching between his legs to cup his finely haired balls while I stroked his shaft and sucked the tip of it. I started to taste a more salty tangy flavor, and realized I was messily licking at his pre-come. This turned me on so much more. I have always loved the idea of tasting my come, but after I come on my hands, or on my wife’s, or inside her, my sexual desire ebbs and the urge to be dirty and kinky is outweighed by the need to rest and the slight aversion. But now I was incredibly horny, still throbbing, and hadn’t come yet. I loved the taste of this man. I was thoroughly enjoying giving my first blowjob to my first stranger.
He was enjoying it too, but evidently in a more primal way. He didn’t care about the sensuality, he just wanted to come in some guy’s mouth. He grabbed my head with both hands and began to really pump my head up and down on his cock. He was rocking his hips a bit, starting to get into the groove, starting to get close to coming. Each trust pushed a little deeper into my mouth, getting closer and closer to my throat. I was beginning to gag a little. I had never done this before, and I was still wildly anxious and nervous and excited. I tried to resist, to pull my head back a bit, to make it more comfortable. I was still enjoying myself, but not quite as much as before.
He didn’t care. He wanted to come in some guy’s mouth. He forced his cock to the back of my throat and I kind of swallowed, and suddenly I was deepthroating my first cock. He groaned, almost a roar, and began to seriously fuck my face with short, hard, fast thrusts into my throat. I moaned too, and that drove him over the edge. He came loud and hard, spraying a ton of come directly down my throat, then pulling back a bit to keep pumping into my mouth. I swallowed his sperm, and swallowed, but I just couldn’t keep up. He kept thrusting and kept coming. Come just kept pouring into my mouth, and was now running out of both sides of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest, staining my shirt. He used both hands to shove my head back, knocking me backwards as he shuffled forwards, stroking his own dick to shoot two or three more spurts across my face. I didn’t think guys really came that much except when it was staged in porn!
I just lay there, covered in come and completely in shock. He moved past me, but I barely registered the act. I realized he was grabbing my camera, which he used to take several pictures of my comeshot face. I opened my mouth so he could get a view of it coating my teeth and tongue. I slurped it up and swallowed, and licked my lips, trying to get as much of his wonderful come as I could. I loved the texture and the taste and the whole act. I loved being his comeslut. I loved that he was taking recognizable pictures of my face covered in his seed. He came closer, and put his softening cock on my forehead, getting more shots of his dick on my face. He pushed the soft member into my mouth, and I got to enjoy the gentle, sensual part of cleaning his tool.
He pulled away then, and took the memory card out of my camera. As he fastened his pants and tucked the card in his pocket, he barely glanced at me. On his way out the door he said “I’ll bring you the pictures, after I upload them. Come here every night.” And he was gone.
I lay there, dripping with a stranger’s semen, still shaking and jittering, but also on a serious sexual high. He has my memory card, with pictures that could get me in trouble and really embarrass me professionally. He fucked my face and told me it was going to happen again. I just concretely affirmed my bisexuality and had a sexual fling with someone other than my wife. It was all a big blow... but I couldn’t think of anything. I needed to come. I used one hand to wipe some come off my face, and wrapped my messy wet hand around my own cock. Laying on the floor, I raised my hips and used his come to lube my own masturbation. After just a few strokes I came harder than I have in a long long time, spraying my own come to mix with his on my face. I collapsed on the floor then, nearly sobbing. I’m still very bewildered, but I calmed down enough to use my fingers to wipe all the mixed come off my face. I licked my hands clean, of course. I’m a comeslut now. I’ll be in that bathroom every night, waiting for him to come fuck my face again. Maybe he will want to fuck my ass too. Maybe he has friends. I can’t wait to find out.
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