Morning Encounter

Right after dawn, Blake walked down the street and sat at the bus stop. It was a warm summer morning with a clear sky, and few people could be seen outside. One or two cars passed by, but besides that, the streets were empty.

Blake stretched his legs for a while, and straightened his back. He picked his cellphone and started looking at social media posts from last night, surprised by how happy his friends and family were. Blake had just been fired from his shitty job, and things were tough for him. In order to keep his apartment, he had to cut down a lot of privileges, including driving his car, which had to be fixed. Waiting for the bus reminded him of his college years. Blake was approaching thirty years of age, and his body was slightly out of shape.

Suddenly, a strange and ugly man passed by. He was a dirty, bald man around fifty, with thick brows and a dark stubble. He had an average height, and his body was skinny and hairy. Blake noticed how hairy his arms and legs were, because the man was wearing some worn-out t-shirt and thin shorts, and his manly, dirty feet were exposed by a pair of flip-flops.

It was strange the way the man looked at him for a few seconds. He had a weird sparkle in his dark eyes, and then he slightly nodded his head, and Blake nodded back. The man walked away.

A few minutes later, he came back, walking in front of Blake's seat. This time, he timidly said "good morning". Blake replied politely, and then noticed his crotch. He had a bulge. A big volume in his crotch, and it was impossible not to look at it. Blake could almost see the shape of a semi-hard snake flopping around, and when he looked at the man's face again, the man smirked and nodded, and walked away.

Blake suddenly got very horny. It was one of those strange moments where you looked at a person you deemed unattractive, but they had something you liked. His heart started to beat faster. It had been a few weeks since Blake got fucked by any man, and his body was electric with sexual anxiety. He saw the old man's bulge in his mind, and his dick suddenly got stiff.

"Who is this man? What the hell does he want?" he thought, while looking around and trying to find him. He was nowhere to be seen.

A few minutes passed, and suddenly the man came back, and sat right next to him. He had a strong smell of tobacco and armpit odor. Blake looked him in the eye, and the man stared back. Was he looking for something? That early in the morning?

"Howdy," said the man.

"Hello," replied Blake.

They were both silent for a while. The man spread his legs and then crossed one of his feet over his leg, a dirty sole facing Blake's direction, and Blake couldn't help but look at it, and observe the way that man wiggled his toes. He looked up, directing his sight to the man's big bulge again, and the man noticed and nodded his head a little.

Excitement ran through Blake's body. His dick got harder, and his mind felt inebriated - it was a strange moment and he didn't know what to do. He looked away for a moment, and then back at the man's crotch. This time, the man put his hand over his big bulge, and outlined the shape of a long, thick penis. Blake was mistaken: it wasn't semi-hard. It was a soft, six inch shower, surrounded by the shape of fat testicles.

The man looked at him more intensely, and Blake couldn't resist anymore. He looked at the man's face, and nodded, looking from his bulge to his face, and then back to his bulge. The face of that old man lit up with a dirty grin, which sent shivers down Blake's spine, and then he did the unthinkable...

The man grabbed the waistband of his shorts and stretched them all the way, creating a large window to his big, fat, penis. It was a hairy dong, with a pair of big, chicken egg size balls. Blake's jaw dropped a little, and his mouth watered. That was a big manly cock, and it wasn't even hard yet. The old man released the waistband, making a loud sound, and said:

"Looking to suck?"

Blake stared at his dirty face for a while, shocked by the unexpected offer.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Yes," replied Blake.

"Yes what?"

"I want it," Blake whispered.

The man grinned at him and got up.

"Come," he suggested.

Blake followed him, with his legs shaking. That interaction got him incredibly horny. The man walked towards a public restroom. It was a stinky men's restroom, with a long metal urinal on one side and five stalls on the other side. They walked into the farthest stall and the man told him to lock the door.

They were face-to-face now. The man was slightly taller than Blake, standing in front of the dirty toilet, which was filled with yellow piss that another man had left behind.

The man touched his bulge and started to jerk it over the fabric. Blake got on his knees and looked up at him. He could smell the warmth of the man's stinky body. His tobacco and armpit odors mixed with the piss smells in the toilet. The man dropped his shorts, and a strong smell of sweaty dick and balls hit Blake's nose.

Blake felt disgusted, but that didn't stop him from grabbing that big soft snake and placing it in his mouth. He immediately tasted the man's salty piss and cock sweat, which made him gag a little, but it was such a sexy, manly cock at the same time. "You dirty bastard," he thought, while starting to suck on the man's cock.

The man responded with low groans of approval, and his dick started to harden in Blake's mouth. "Fuck it," thought Blake. His own average dick was rock-hard in his pants. He started to clean and swallow that big dick grime with his saliva, looking up at its owner. "Fuck the bus, fuck everything," he concluded in his head. His life was shit at that moment, and sucking a big dick was probably the best part of his day.

"Suck it, pretty boy," provoked the man, while grabbing Blake's clean hair with his manly hand.

Blake answered with a submissive moan. The man nodded in approval. They were both tuned for their respective roles.

"I knew you were a cocksucker," the man said, slapping his hard cock on Blake's face. It was fully hard now - about eight inches of fat, veiny schlong.

"That's a great cock" said Blake, hypnotized by the man's shiny shaft. The man smirked.

"Make it feel good," he ordered.

Blake promptly obeyed, feeling submissive. He shoved the big dick down his throat the best way he could, although it was too thick, so it wouldn't fit. He got about seven inches inside, desperately trying to swallow the last inch, but gagging and choking every time. He stared at the man's hairy crotch and his long pubes were almost touching his nose. He felt the odor invade his nostrils the more he sucked.

The old man grabbed the back of his head and started to gently thrust his hip against Blake's face. Blake enjoyed that, blinking at the man and waiting for more.

"Relax your throat. No teeth."

Blake slowly relaxed his mouth and throat, stretching his muscles and letting the man in. He covered his lower teeth with his wet tongue and opened his mouth wider so the upper teeth wouldn't touch the man's shaft. At the same time, he tried to press his lips around the big cock. It was a painful position which made his face look ridiculous, but he wanted to give the man the most pleasure.

"That's better. You're a fast learner," the man moaned in approval. That dirty old bastard was clearly enjoying his submission. "Make it wet for me."

It wasn't hard to release more saliva, since the dirty smell and the salty taste assaulted Blake's tongue and made his mouth water. He could smell the man's sweaty balls and feel them touch his chin slightly with each thrust. After a few minutes, his mouth was polishing the man's cock with a big amount of spit. The stall was filled with sounds of wet suction.

"Fuck yeah. That feels great. Keep covering your teeth like that," the man grunted. Blake moaned with excitement. He knew a cocksucker should be honored to make a big cock feel good. He wanted to show that old, dirty fucker he was a good slut.

The mouth fucking continued for several minutes, as the man got more and more excited. Blake controlled his breath and kept the man's dick in his mouth the whole time. When the man noticed that, he grinned and started to pump his face harder and faster. He finally got the message.

"Suck big dick," commanded the man, increasing the speed exponentially, as he noticed Blake wasn't phased by the abuse of his mouth. "You've done this before, I can tell."

Blake nodded and stared at the bastard's dark eyes.

"Yeah? You like sucking big dick?"

Blake nodded again and made a stupid sound with his throat - the sound a slut makes when her mouth is being assaulted by cock. The man laughed and spat on his face. Blake didn't care about it, which made the man realize the type of slut he was dealing with.

"Open that throat pussy," he ordered, and violently grabbed Blake's head with both hands and shoved that last inch of cock down the slut's throat. Blake choked, but was held in place, his nose shoved in the man's hairy crotch, the big hairy balls pressed against his chin. He was in cocksucker heaven, and he started seeing stars and his brain begged for air.

It was full mouth abuse at that point. The man drilled and pounded his throat faster and faster, seemingly surprised by Blake's ability to keep the dick in his mouth the whole time. Blake tried his best not to touch the man's cock with his teeth, stretching his jaw widely, while the man ravaged his mouth without mercy. Sucking big dick wasn't easy.

"You're doing great," encouraged the bastard, his face contorted with pleasure.

While the throat pounding continued, Blake heard another man walk in the restroom and unload a big amount of piss in the urinal. The sounds of cock sucking were loud and clear, and who knows what the stranger outside thought of that, but it seemed he left in a hurry.

"Sniff my balls," ordered the man aggressively, taking his dick out with a loud "plop" and shoving his nut sack on Blake's face. Blake took that moment to rest his jaw a little, taking big whiffs of the man's huge balls. The strong scent inebriated his brain and made him feel more submissive. He got up and and lifted the man's right arm, shoving his face in his hairy armpit, taking big whiffs of his alpha pheromones.

"Fuck," Blake whispered, horny for the man's stench.

"How do they smell?" asked the bastard, grinning like a maniac.

"They smell great," replied Blake, depraved. "The smell of real man."

He got on his knees again, and lowered his head all the way to the man's dirty feet. He sniffed them and kissed them profusely, like a submissive dog. The man seemed surprised by that, but didn't stop him. The alpha lowered the toilet's seat and sat down, raising his feet in the air for Blake to worship. Blake removed his flip-flops, giving each one a big whiff, and started to suck on the man's dirty soles, sniffing every inch and shoving his nose in between his stinky toes.

The man watched him, surprised and amazed. Blake gave a nice tongue bath to both his feet, and slurped on his big toes, massaging his soles like a servant. Then he went back to the man's cock and swallowed it balls deep. The man spread his legs wide and resumed the throat fucking, grabbing Blake's head.

Blake helped him by bobbing up and down on his shaft. Big drops of spit hit the toilet's piss water. The stench of piss was intoxicating. The man seemed to notice how horny he was, and took advantage. He destroyed Blake's throat with deep strokes at full speed, making the slut gag loudly. Blake watched his teeth and respectfully let the man use him. He wanted to impress.

"Fuck yeah! Make my big dick feel good," the man shouted. His deep voice echoed in the whole room.

Blake moaned, suddenly hypnotized by the man's hairy legs and the way his thighs wiggled up and down.

"You fucking slut," the man shouted. "Worship that dick."

Blake took the dick out and lapped his tongue from top to bottom on the veiny shaft, and then slurped on his fat balls. He gave the schlong several loud kisses, before the man started slapping his face with it.

"Back to sucking," the bastard ordered, loudly. He didn't seem to care if anybody could hear it. All that mattered was his own pleasure.

Blake opened his sore throat pussy up and kept servicing that big old dick. He imagined the amount of throats and pussies that dick had fucked in the past, and how the universe randomly directed his mouth to that dick. His mouth was created to please that big cock.

The man kept going at it. He owned Blake's mouth. There was no denying it. Blake looked up at him and watched his dirty face, and thought the man looked handsome. The conquering of his throat was enough to turn Blake on, and his dick gave up and he came in his pants.

The man didn't seem to notice. He kept fucking Blake's throat for a good while, until the speed increased so much that Blake couldn't breathe anymore. The man released a strong, conquering shout and shot jet after jet of cum down Blake's throat.

He sat there, breathing heavily and patting Blake's head.

"Good job," he said, exhausted. "That felt great."

"Thank you" replied Blake, with his jaw aching.

The man put his shorts back on and left. Blake stayed there for a while, kneeling and staring at the piss in the toilet. It took a few minutes for him to regain his composure and reflect on what had just happened. He flushed the toilet, got out of the stall and saw his face in the mirror. He looked ruined. His face was covered in spit and cum, his lips and eyes were red, and his hair was messed up and drenched with spit. He got used hard.

He took a moment to clean himself up and recover his breath. When he left the restroom, he noticed an entire hour had passed. He walked home, not remembering where he was supposed to be. His throat was sore for several days. He had hit rock bottom, and things were just not okay. Blake decided to be strong and find a new job.