The booted, scruffy hottie was leaning against a stack of lumber in the big-box hardware store. He was effortlessly sexy with his muscular, tattooed arms, and scruffy face. His shirt was slightly raised to show off his sculpted abs, his body poured into a pair of ripped jeans that were slung low to reveal the top of his briefs. He appeared to be using his phone to calculate the amount of wood he needed. But judging from his package, he had all the wood I needed.
I had come into the hardware store that morning for a box of galvanized nails but, upon seeing the scruffy hottie, quickly decided it was my ass that needed nailing. I initially spotted him with a crew of five other rugged guys, presumably construction workers there to pick up materials for a job. Like me, they were looking at boxes of nails, each of them with a different opinion on what was required for their job that day.
I would’ve bent over for any one of those guys, but my scruffy hottie was the youngest and had quickly caught my eye. After checking him out for a few minutes, I was delighted when he appeared to be checking me out, too. With his eyes locked upon me, he whispered something to a bearded guy in his crew before taking off towards the lumber section. Game on.
I caught up to him as he leaned against a stack of lumber. Furtively, he gave me a cockeyed wink and an almost imperceptible nod to confirm my presence. As a true connoisseur of the art of public cruising, it was thrilling to see that he knew the time-honored dance.
I loitered nearby, pretending to examine a pallet of 2x4s, as other customers surged around us. Our eyes kept meeting, conveying a mutual sense of purpose—to get his cock up my ass. I waited patiently for his signal until it finally came with the slightest cock of his head, motioning for me to follow him to the men’s room. My ass twitched in anticipation as he led the way.
Some old dude was pissing at a urinal as we entered the men’s room, a slow trickle from an enlarged prostate, no doubt. No worries. I was patient. My scruffy hottie took another urinal as I chose the roomy toilet stall closest to the wall. Unbuckling my pants and dropping them to my feet, I bent over the toilet, bracing my hands against the tiled wall as I waited to be used.
A urinal flushed. It was the old dude, the unwanted interloper. I could hear him washing his hands, hacking up some phlegm in the process, and then finally the creak of the men’s room door as the old one exited. Wasting no time, the hottie suddenly entered my toilet stall, sliding the lock into place.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered upon finding my eager cunt waiting for him, his finger teasing my hole. “I’ve got a four-day load in these balls for you.”
I turned my face back to watch as he unzipped and pulled out a hard eight-incher. Wasting no time, he spit onto his cock head and thrusted into me.
“Christ,” I gasped, my head nearly hitting the wall. “You’re thick as fuck.”
“Yeah, it’s a fuckin’ hole splitter,” he gloated, pummeling my ass with it. “My girlfriend screams her head off when she takes it.”
I wanted to scream my head off, too—his thick cock felt that fucking good. But I bit my lip and held it in, not wanting to be heard. There are two irrefutable rules for fucking in public. The first rule is to draw no attention, diminishing the risk of getting busted, the ride ending prematurely. The second rule is that the ride must be fast. A two-hour fuckfest in bed on a lazy Sunday morning is wonderful, but that shit can’t happen when one is taking dick in a toilet stall. Brevity is paramount.
“Fuck, you gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, his hands gripping my hips, forcing me into his rhythm. “You take a lot of dick like this—I mean, in men’s rooms like this?”
“Uh—occasionally,” I lied, not admitting that most of my prior hookups had been in men’s rooms, having lost my virginity at a gas station.
“I ain’t gonna last much longer,” the scruffy hottie announced, pounding me ferociously, his balls slapping my ass at a frenetic pace. As his thick rod began to swell inside me, I knew his load was imminent.
“Breed me,” I begged, my hands against the tile wall, bracing myself for impact. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”
“Fuck,” he grunted softly, almost imperceptibly, as his cock throbbed within me, flooding my guts with his warm load. He held still inside me, his balls emptying, while he retrieved his phone from his pocket. I could hear him tapping away at the screen, texting while still in my depths.
“Everything okay?” I asked as he returned his phone to his pocket and finally pulled out of me, his load dripping from my used hole.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I just texted my crew manager. He wants to breed you, too. He‘ll be here in a minute.”
Almost immediately, the door to the men’s room creaked open. Once again, my ass twitched in eager anticipation.
“He’s in here,” the scruffy hottie called out, zipping up his pants and sliding out of the toilet stall as a bearded dude with heavily tattooed arms pulled out his hairy cock, grabbed me by the hips, and shoved into my wet cunt.
“I got some more cum for you, boy,” the bearded crew manager growled as he began to destroy my used hole. “Let’s make this quick—the rest of my guys all want a turn with you.”
An hour later, I finally left the hardware store and staggered to my car with six loads swimming in my used bowels. My hole was completely wrecked. And after all that, I forgot the box of nails that I needed.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
