Today's writer submitted both a confession and a fantasy. Here is his confession:
THAT HOT AFTERNOON
by Dee
I had opened my offices in an old building downtown and it seemed like everything was breaking down or falling apart. Still, one hot Saturday afternoon, I was working on some extra work I needed to get done, and I went down the hall to the bathroom and found that the lights were out in there, I was pissed off. I don't mean turned off, I mean you could flip the switch and nothing happened. I mean, I had to go and this place didn't even have a window in it to give you a little light. You went in through a door to the anteroom, which held the sinks and gave you a little privacy from the prying eyes of the corridor, then into a second door which held two urinals and a toilet behind a stall. By the time I had gone through the second door, it was utterly dark. I mean, I could reach up and touch my nose and never see my finger coming even when it bopped my nose. That dark. Utterly, completely, pitch black.
I had a good idea of where I was going, though, so I groped my way over until I found the wall, then down to where I touched the top of the urinal, then centered myself in front of it, opened my fly and let it fly. Aaah! I could tell from the sound that I was hitting that small amount of water in the bottom of the urinal, so I wasn't worried about making a horrible mess, and found the utter blackness and near-total silence (only a small humming sound permeated the otherwise dead silence, and that could have been in my own ears) oddly relaxing in its way.
I heard the outer door open and close, and then the inner door open, not that this made a tiniest glimmer of light in here. I figured I'd better say something. "I'm in here!" I said, my voice echoing in the near-utter silence.
"Oh, okay." came the laconic, deep-voiced response.
A short pause, then I heard the jingle of a belt and the rasp of a zipper and figured he was at the other urinal. "Careful how you aim that, fellow!" I joked as I finished my business with a few hard spurts against the urinal backboard.
That's when I felt his hands at my waistband, pulling my jogging shorts and briefs down with one hard yank. "What the hell!" I said, startled and a little scared.
"Take it easy." he advised as his hands reached around and took my cock from my hand and one wrapped around it while the other ran up my stomach. "You don't know me and I don't know you. I just always wanted to do this. Man, that's a long one you got!" he said admiringly.
I had gotten hard, fast. Partly it was his hand, ministering to my cock with a firm but gentle stroke. Partly it was the situation, the absolute and complete anonymity of the darkness.
And partly it was the darkness itself. It was like my brain, deprived of vision, had the other senses heightened, intensified. I could hear my own breaths and his breathing, my own heartbeat and his heartbeat, both beating fast, dull thumping sounds. I could feel the slight movements of my clothing, feel his hand, each finger as he reached up my stomach to slip beneath my t-shirt to find and grasp one of my nipples.
I gave up, laid my head back onto his shoulder (he was taller than me, a good four or five inches taller), and he reached down to nibble at my ear as his hand manipulated my cock, stroking me, driving me insane with passion. "Oh, God!" I breathed softly, and it was a roar in the silent darkness.
He chuckled quietly, and it was a warm, rich sound at my ear. "You like this?"
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" I sighed.
"Then you'll like this even better!" he promised and he let go of me and I could feel from the movements of his hands on my body and the sounds that he had knelt down. His hands turned me around and I moved blindly, eagerly.
My cock slapped his face and he grabbed at it, fumbling until he had captured it, guided it into his mouth. I felt my cockhead slide along the rasp of his beard-stubble and across his velvet lips and inside, oh, God, inside, into the warm and moist interior, my cock slid in and the joy of that was indescribably wonderful!
I gasped, groaned as he began to slide down to try to take all of my ten-inch prick, but he couldn't manage it. He got to where my cock was jammed into the tight depth, pushing the back of his throat, and he stopped, pulled back, his lips sliding along my moistened shaft like silken caresses. He let it go, the warm saliva cooling on my cock as he released it, and then he held just the cockhead in the warmth and then dove back down, retaking me and I shuddered as he did so.
"Oh, oh!" I moaned. "I'm not going to last very long. Oh, God!"
He didn't let up, he slurped my pud all the harder, his lips riding and milking me hard and I groaned a warning and then blasted into his mouth, a heavy flood that filled his mouth until it dribbled out of his lips and onto my cock to hang like a tugging rope and fall with a splat to the tile floor. The orgasm was so damned intense I nearly fainted, instead, as I finished, I slipped down to my knees, semi-sitting in his lap as he was crouched resting on his legs and from there he released me until I slid down flat on the cold floor of the bathroom.
"Oh, man!" I exhaled as I caught my breath. "That was incredible!"
"My turn." he announced as he crawled up, locating me by his hands, until he figured out my posture and then crawled over me to sit on my chest. He slapped his cock at my face and said, "Now suck mine!"
I didn't argue or wonder if he was some gorgeous hunk or some ugly toad, he was male and he was here and his cock was a warm presence on my chin, I took his cock into my mouth, noting it was uncut and long, probably my length or more. Bigger around, too, this guy had nothing to worry about in the dick department, he was a match for anyone. I slurped him in and he groaned as quickly as I had. I could feel it now, he was wearing a one-piece jumpsuit he had pulled open along its long middle zipper. Probably some janitor working in the building. No matter.
The darkness was increasing every sensation, intensifying every feel. His cock tasted of ambrosial nectar, a deep, rich, taste of sheer maleness, I sucked on it and fed on it and moved my head on his cock.
He grabbed my head and began to fuck my face, hard and fast. Groaning, grunting with his need, it was animal rutting in the darkness, unseen, unknown, uncaring rut. I only had to bear it and endure it and I did, keeping my lips locked tight as he shoved deep into my throat and tried to shove the entire monster schlong into my mouth with each stroke.
I expected what came next, the sudden urgent moans. No choice on my part about taking it, he never let go for a moment, as he grunted, groaned, roared lustily and I felt the white-hot geysers of jism as he gushed his seed into me deeply, no choice but to gulp it all down and drain him of the essence of life.
Done, exhausted, he sat there, his sweat dripping and hitting my face in hot splatters, myself drenched with my own depletion, lying there, submissive and unprotesting as his cock lay dormant in my mouth.
Finally, he stood up, over me and I heard the rasp of the zipper and the jingle of the belt as he refastened it. "You wait here for a minute." he said. "I don't want you to know who I am, you got that?"
"Yeah." I said as I sat up.
As he started to go, he said, "You going to be here next weekend?"
"Probably." I admitted.
"Be here in this bathroom at exactly 3:00 p.m., you got that?" he ordered.
"Yeah, I got that." I said. "I'll be here."
"And bring some lube." he said as he opened the door.
I heard the door open and close and sat there, still in total darkness, covered and filled with the emissions of this man. I wondered if I could see him earlier than next Saturday. Well, janitors work on weekends, I could wait until then. Or maybe get a peek at the janitor prior to then and check him out.
I went back to my office and later, the janitor of my building came in. Short Latino, wearing jeans and a blue shirt with his name on it.
I would just have to wait until next weekend!
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