This is, as they say, based loosely on a true experience.

I was 18 and was a brace of months from commencement, the year was 1984. My HS had a attractive feature program to draw in kids from other school day and I had a 30 minute bus drive to and from my schooltime. I had to change busses downtown and often left a niggling early so I could walk around downtown before school.

One of the onetime section memory was an art deco goliath and I loved exploring it. Over the yr I had roamed all over the home offices and even the arena not normally open to the public. Those morning I went walking about and then had to take a making water before getting on the bus for shoal, I often found myself in a partially abandoned bathroom on the 17th floor. The urinals still worked, but only two of the five stalls were still in working Order. The residue were runoff storehouse with the other bathrooms. I loved it, it was all contraband and white tiles accented by bronze and marble.

It was also a topographic point I jerked off in. That cockcrow I hadn't been able to get off before I left the mansion and I'd been too busy yesterday so my globe were wide-cut of cum.

Let me enjoin you a little about myself. I'm about 6ft tall, dirty blond hair, scent lips and teeth a slight to bombastic for my boldness, and at the time I had a little more acne than I'd care to quotation. I was on the football team, but not a starter. I was athletic, but not overly so. I got day of the month, but zippo outstanding. I lost my cherry after a sophomore secret plan to one of the cheerleaders, but it was one time only. I had also been sucked off by the gym queer a number of times, and once been assfucked by the quarterback as persona of an institution ritual for the football team.

I got in the stall and pulled off my blue jean, leaving me wearing only a supporter. I loved the tactile property of rubbing myself off on the slightly harsh material. I had my hand in my crotch and I'd been reliving my Night with Cindy and that good afternoon with Chadic language when I realized I heard fleshy external respiration. I opened my eyes and saw that there was someone standing outside my stall looking through the sally beside the door.

I shuddered and I could feel myself squirt pre-cum into my jock. That someone was watching my only relieve oneself me blistering. My asshole scratch and I knew what I wanted.

"Don't go,"I whispered and unlocked the stall. I got up and turned around and placed my hired hand on the tank of the toilet."Like what you see ?"

I could hear a moan and the sales booth threshold opening up. I shivered as the privy was a short cold, and not because I was a minuscule afraid about what I was about to do. A gravid warm deal cupped my ass and ran over my legs, coming up and finally stroking the length of my dick through my jock.

Looking between my branch, I could see the helping hand that was rubbing my junk was very black. I moaned as my knees became wobbly.

I felt his hand opening up my ass face and a warm comforter of air on my bud. Then strong and wet assailed my pucker and I realized he was rimming me. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of this black man's tongue snaking up into my ass. When he stopped after a new minutes I groaned and pushed my ass back at him.

"You like that stud poker ? Yo gon na like this even better."handwriting gripped my articulatio coxae and I could feel his encroacher. It was hot and moist from my Holocene rimming as it pushed its way into me.

He leaned over my vertebral column and whispered in my ear."Relax, you gon na love this."

He reached down and pulled the shirt off over my fountainhead and began kissing up and down my backbone as his dick eased slowly into me. As he bottomed out in me and I could experience his pubes tickling my butt, he kissed his way up my neck and gravel his tongue in my ear.

"You've done this before,"he hissed. I nodded.

"Are you enjoying yourself ?"Again, I could trust myself to verbalise and nodded.

"delay till we get going."He grabbed my rosehip and soil himself further into me. I couldn't believe he could get more in but it did. Then he pulled out a few inches and rammed back in. His pelvic arch colliding with my ass sounded like a gunshot. My cock jerked again in my jock as I could find myself spitting more precum.

"screwing ! You are tight gabardine boy. You got a Sweet tight ass,"he yelled as he started pounding in and out of me. I was hard as a rock but couldn't touch myself as I braced myself with both arms to hold open from being knocked over from the vigorous piece of tail he was throwing in my ass.

His grunts were getting louder and I could find spittle on my back as his fucking became more animalistic and brutal. I was thrusting back to gather his fucks as hard as I could. I had never felt this high without chemicals. At that here and now I wished I was a beef and he was breeding me. I could feel him swelling getting quick to relinquish his seeded player into my ass womb.

One of his hands left my hip and mercilessly grabbed my testis through my suspensor and rubbed his arm up and down my crotch. That quick wet whisper was back in my ear."Cum for me you small white lady of pleasure. Come on your black daddy's cock. I want to feel you cum on my hammer as I shoot my cum up your boycunt."

It was too much for me and I grunted hard as he groped my nuts and I shot what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum into my jock.

When he felt me cum he grabbed my rose hip and fucked himself into me one finally meter and stayed there."FUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK ! ! ! ! !"he screamed in my ear.

I could feel him pulsing up my ass as a quick creamy wetness banquet though me. After a bit he pulled out and I had to sit down on the toilet as my legs were too weak to support me. I looked up at him as his dick still pulsed in battlefront of my face."Clean it,"he said as he gently but firmly pulled my top dog to his crotch.

I had never sucked a turncock before, but I'd had mine sucked. I closed my centre and opened my mouth. It felt strangely both incredibly hard and subdued at the Lapp time. I could taste shit and lilliputian rip at first but that quickly was replaced by the warm taste of cock. I gagged as he pressed harder making me take him further. I could taste squirt of precum and wanted more. Then he grabbed my hair and shoved himself to the roots as I felt him spewing cum right down my pharynx and into my stomach. My nose was pressed into pubis and I couldn't breath. He held me business firm and I couldn't breathe. I started to contend, but I was so weak from the ass fucking, I couldn't get loose. My sight started to darken around the border and I could feel my hard stopcock pulsing as I spit More cum into my jock and I could feel his before sperm slither out of my gaping ass as I had another monolithic sexual climax. I started crying as I didn't want my mother to happen my cum covered remains in an old bathroom downtown. I blacked out while I was still cumming.

I woke up with a sore ass and a headache. My fucker was finishing up at the sink."If you want more of that, just have them page a code 18 to the strockroom."Then he left the bathroom.

When I think back on that day, it was an astound fuck, but it scared the whoreson out of me .