Friday, November 25, 2016

Anonymous Bathroom Breeding

He hit me up on Grindr. “He”. I don’t even have a name or a fake name to give you. It’s best he’s not even totally humanized. This is not a humanizing story. And that’s not a bad thing.

Grindr is not my go-to app for hook-ups. Most guys are younger and they seem me as a dad or an old man, neither of which how I normally see myself. I might only be kidding me. But I took the bait.

He wasn’t of age either – at least for Grindr. 49 he said. An ok picture, but nothing at which you’d be salivating. He was a traveler. In town, at a hospital nearby. I had to clarify he wasn’t a patient. He was not. But it’s not like I haven’t been hit on by patients who were nearby.

While he mentioned he was staying a hotel adjacent to the hospital, I assumed he wanted to utilize that room. As you all know, one should never assume. He tells me to meet him in a certain building at a certain time. Being punctual, I’m where I should be. He is not.

Well, he is – he just sent me to the wrong building, one that is at least a 10 minute walk. No biggie – except that it is. The building he is in is much more populous than where I thought we’d be. But at this point, I didn’t know we would not be using the hotel room and that this is just a meet and walk scenario.

I was wrong.

He sees me before I see him. But to be fair, I am not sure I would have recognized him. His pic and his reality are different. If he’s 49, then I’m 19. Maybe he’s had a really hard few days due to his brother’s hospitalization, I don’t know. It’s here he tells me about a family restroom that we can lock and fuck around in. I’m hesitant, as it’s a busy place. Yet I’d be lying if I said my dick wasn’t hardening somewhat. Public – or semi-public – sex is a huge turn on for me. It’s been harder and harder to do as people and establishments have caught on that this happens.

We find the restroom. I’ve had efficiency apartments that had less room. The door locks, but as we get down to it a bit. Regardless of my thoughts were about the guy – much of it melted away when he freed his cock. It was fucking great. Probably about 7.5”, but thick. A nice head and equally nice shaft. All my qualms kind of died down upon seeing this.

He went down and started sucking my cock (not that I was expecting that). Just then, not does someone try the door, but it opens as well. FUCK!

As it turns out we were mostly hidden. There was a main part of the room and a partial partition where the toilet (and us) was. They might have seen the back of me, but not that there was another person in there. And even if there was, those places are for family members who might need assistance getting to the bathroom. Still – it freaked me out.

He played with the lock, but clearly it was not functioning correctly. We left.

As I had been to this place before and now it was past normal business hours, I knew of two potential spots we could go if he was up for it. He was. Clearly I was too, as I was now taking control of the situation. I was now horned for not only his cock, but for the thrill of sex in a public bathroom.

I easily found the spot. For the moment the hallway where it was located was desolate. As it was a unisex bathroom, there was a lock on the door and I made sure it was functional. We got right down to it.

The thing about public sex is there is little to no foreplay. This is not a complaint. Sometimes you only have the opportunity to get to the act. There is no ‘get to know you’ kind of thing – it goes back to the human aspect. Sure, we are flesh and blood in this act, but in a way we are so much less. There is no personal contact. It’s sex. It is primal. It is animalistic. It is necessary.

From his pants pocket, he pulled out a gold-foiled condom and placed it on a nearby surface. While I don’t know all of my condoms, per se, I do know gold usually equals Magnum. I had already seen his cock and knew he qualified to buy that brand. I assume some guys get that type, as they are deluded into thinking they have a bigger cock than they do. Still – a rubber. Ugh.

I won’t lie – I tried to manipulate the situation. I grabbed his crotch and pulled out his cock. I spit into my hand and coated his shaft with a thick amount of saliva. My pants were already loosened and I dropped them and turned around – presenting myself to him. He took the bait.

The rubber remained on the surface where he place it and he reached into his pocket for a small bottle of lube. Spit would have been fine, but he was big and it was public space, so I’m ok with not doing too much moaning due to a tighter than needed entry. I leaned over and grabbed the bathroom sink. He lined up behind me and pushed at the hole until it blossomed and accepted the head…….and immediately after, the entire shaft.

I semi-silently sucked in my breath and took it – not that I had a lot of choice. This wasn’t one of these situations where you tell them to wait, or hold it, or take it out for a moment. Again: Primal. Animalistic. Necessary.

And at this point – those three items were being exhibited by both of us.

I partially think – maybe more – that the rubber was taken out as a token. Letting me know it was there if I requested he wear it, but hoping I’d never say a word about it – which I didn’t.

The man was good at what he did. He knew how to fuck. He knew how to fuck ass in a public space. Take a look!

Anon Bathroom Breeding

While at this point the hallway traffic would be minimal, his moans were still too loud for my liking. It’s a tiled bathroom – sound reverberates. In a way it is totally hot, in a way it is not.

As it turns out, there was an EVS closet right next to this, so since it was after normal business hours – not that a hospital ever closes – the environmental service workers started showing up to get their gear. They tended to congregate outside our door while this complete stranger’s cock was going in and out of me.

I was getting nailed so hard at one point, I had to let go of the sink. It was attached to the wall with little support underneath the basin. It would have been easy to snap it off the wall with the pressure I was putting on it. So I pivoted over to the right and held onto a grab bar used to support people getting onto and off of the toilet.

At this point, I’d been taking it up the ass for over 10 minutes. Now, in non-public restroom time, that isn’t an extremely long time. Getting boned in a risky venue, 10 minutes is an eternity.

Truth be told, I’m not always hard when I get fucked. It doesn’t mean I don’t like it or am not turned on. Physically, I can’t tell you why I’m not always erect, but I’m not. This time, I was. Full fucking hard on. I think it was the situation: public restroom, old workplace, complete stranger, big cock, expert fucking all culminated in me being extremely excited.

It got to the point I was begging –only somewhat silently - for his load. Part of it was I needed to minimize our chances of getting caught. Part of it was: I REALLY wanted him to pump his scum deep up my ass. That was the bigger part.

He jack-rabbited his cock up my cunt, the closer he got. He wasn’t horribly silent when he made it over the edge.

I could feel him pulse up my hole. That’s not always the case with guys, but this time, I could feel this thick cock getting thicker. I could feel it throb. Each throb was met with his own moans, so I knew his cum was coating the lining of my ass. His breath – or lack of it – was another indicator.

Slowly he withdrew from my ass. His cock was shiny from lube, cum and my ass juice. It was still nicely erect, or mostly. “Cum for me”, were his next words.

Normally I won’t cum while or after getting fucked. It’s not that I can’t. It’s not even that I won’t. There is a deeper sense of I’m not worthy to cum…..I was here for your pleasure, not for mine. Most tops don’t ever care that I don’t get off. That is rarely their goal. Going back to the primal aspect of it all – they just need and want to get their rocks off. And I’m more than ok with being the guy to help them do just that.

Still, it wasn’t a question. Nor even a request. It was borderline order.

While I was still excited by the situation, my hard-on had not gone down either. As I grabbed my cock, he grabbed his. As I stroked, he did as well. He was just as into this after seeding me as he was when he first entered the first time.

It can take me a little while to cum, especially when I was not planning on doing it. I was still going at it and so was he. The difference is, his breathing became a little more irregular – it was shorter and quickened. While he had just ejaculated less than five minutes ago all signs were there for another lift- off.

With no words prior to, he took two steps to his left, which put him right behind me again – and he SHOVED his cock all the way in - balls deep. It was like 3 seconds from insertion to bottoming out. He immediately started convulsing – putting a second load into me.

He was muttering he hadn’t cum twice in a row like that for a long time, but I was barely listening. I told him to play with my tits. So while he was still in me, he reached around and found my nips and started fondling them. He wasn’t great at it, but given the circumstances, I might have been more surprised if he was.

Now I was on the verge. He pulled out and came to my side so he could see me pump my load. It went onto the toilet, onto the floor and onto the wall. It was a big load. He was impressed. I was too.

Not one to stand on ceremony, I shook my dick a few times to get rid of the stray strings. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped it quickly, tucked back in and pulled on my pants. As we didn’t know each other, and he was visiting, there was no need for goodbyes or the such. Fuck – there wasn’t even a ‘thanks’ for either of us.

This all goes back to the need, but lack of humanization. We were both tools for each other. Nothing more.

I opened the door, looked around and left first. Worse case would be – he’d come out shortly after and by the time anyone who might be around saw two guys coming from one bathroom and figured it out, I’d be long gone. ….and I was, leaving him and his unused rubber behind.

I’ve written before: truly anonymous sex is extremely difficult to achieve these days. A profile has location, images, screen name, stats, and a host of other information that no longer makes it anonymous. And fuck – you have to navigate through a maze of stipulations from these guys just to get the chance for them to meet…..or stand you up. So, already, I’ve talked more (online) than I ever cared to discuss, just to get laid.

At least here, the bookstore / video booths are rare. Public gloryholes? It’s been eons since I’ve seen one. Even cruising areas are difficult to fine – woods and parks are patrolled. It’s all very tidy.

I don’t mind impersonal or anonymous sex. This guy is the closest I’ve come to it in a long while.

Ironically enough – it would not be my last encounter with him. More to cum.


BlkJack said...

Wow! Hot encounter. I agree with you about anonymous encounters now days. The bookstore charge around $15 which makes it so expense that most guys choose to stay with apps that provide the relief for free.

Looking forward to hearing about the next time.

Bruce Chang said...

There was definitely a lull for awhile but even in LA there seems to be a resurgence in anon sex... the bathhouses and bookstores seem to get more action on certain nights. But I do think that people make dates on the app to meet at the bathhouse knowing if it doesn't pan out, they have a slew of others to choose from.

As for wanting a bottom to cum... I often reacharound to feel if a bottom is hard. If he's not, then I'm focused on me. If he is, I'm still focused on me but in an entirely different way. I usually manipulate it so that he's on his back with one of his legs over my shoulder and the other to his side while I use one arm to pin his arms over his head and the other to jerk him off. Nothing feels better than a spasming ass while fucking. Also, I really love how a guy tries to stop me when he's close. And the contortions of his face while he continues to try to take a drilling when his body is hypersensitive. And it's an ego trip when he tries to please me when his body tells him no.

cyberi4a said...

The guy came twice and another encounter, he likes doing things in twos it seems.