I love diapers

Big bull with a nice spread and nicely filled out crotch. We are going someplace private so I can work some loads out of his stiff married cop dick. 🐂🍆💦💦💦💦🔥

Goals AF 😍

He is such a cutie.

He’s just a baby.

wow this guy is soooo my type WOOF

I wanna lay next to that baby in a big ass crib.

Uhmmmmm

Fucking hot!

Mmmmmm

Both!

Sleazy accountant relaxing his way through his lunch break in the stalls at the local mall.

This is my fantasy…I want it to become a reality.  I want it to be me, dressed in my posh suit, soaked in piss and collapsed on a filthy men’s room floor!

Dr. Andrew McCabe was the incredibly successful and respected CEO of a major healthcare provider. To the outside world, he seemed to very picture of a straight laced, buttoned down executive. He worked diligently in his large corner office, expertly managing subordinates and lobbying the powers that be. Never frazzled or discomposed, he seemed to glide through life impeccably dressed in a trim designer business suit with nary a hair out of place on his immaculately styled head. Men and women looked up to him, admired his composure and marveled at the heights to which he had taken the company in his years of employment. Unmarried at 50, it was assumed that Andrew had devoted his life to his profession, preferring to devote his life to work and sacrificing the typical family life so common for a man in his position. At end of each day, Dr. McCabe wished his assistants a good evening, got into his big luxury sedan, and drove back to his architect designed home…at least, that was what everyone thought. In reality, Dr. Andrew drove miles down the interstate, seeking relief, seeking release. As his Benz hurtled toward the “Big D” truck stop, Andrew’s dick hardened and began to leak uncontrollably. When the businessman parked and exited his car, his obscenely tented trousers were stained with a noticable smear of precum. Sweat was blooming on his forehead and soaking through his fine white dress shirt as he loosened his tie and head toward the men’s room. The “Big D” truck stop was a filthy and rough place, highly trafficked by long haul truckers, and well known in certain circles as a notorious cruising destination. Andrew was a frequent habitue of the Big D. In fact, the big shot CEO was just as admired at the truck stop as he was at the office, albeit for much different reasons. As he opened the men’s room door, his handmade shoes clicked across the wet and dirty tile. The scent of stale piss and cigarettes assailed his nose and served only to heighten his arousal. Already there was a crowd, alerted to his arrival by Andrew’s well-timed Craigslist, Recon, and Waterboys posts. Several men looked up at him, met his eyes and smirked. They knew him well here, knew him not as Dr. Andrew McCabe, CEO, but as “piglet.” In fact, piglet was a bit of a legend at the Big Deal. The handsome and well dressed man who haunted the restroom, begging for piss, acting as a true human urinal. You see, beneath his self composed facade, Andrew was truly nothing more than a kinky, depraved, submissive pig. The Big D provided a necessary outlet for his urges, over the years becoming more like a second home. Dr. McCabe made his way to the last urinal, the one that was purposely left broken. He planted his ass on the floor, feeling cold piss soaking through his wool suit pants and Calvin Klein briefs. With a smile and a look of pure bliss, Dr. Andrew McCabe, AKA piglet, announced that he and his mouth were open for business.

“Make no mistake, faggot, you WILL go back to the office like this. You begged me to come over on your lunch break. You begged me to relive your tension, your stress. You begged me to use you, hard. Remember how I sneered at you when you called me SIR, in your whiny faggot voice, as you were down on all fours? How you nodded "yes” when I asked if you wanted to be put in your place? And now you’re sniveling, crying your faggot tears after I gave you exactly what you wanted. Fuckin’ pig! I wouldn’t give you a change of clothes for all the money in the world! No, I don’t care what your coworkers will think, boy! In fact, the thought of you walking down the street and back up to your fancy office soaked in piss and reeking of ME is giving me a hard-on. Maybe what you need it a hot load of cum all over your face, too? Is that it, boy? Mark you one more time as a fagot pig slave? Yeah, I thought so.“