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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 50
Clean Up
I was 17 and working in a dead end job with duties that included cleaning several changing rooms at an outdoor sports complex. They were really just converted portacabins that had been placed in situ beside each of the many sports pitches and one of my jobs was to clean each one. This was bottom of the barrel menial work and I hated it.
I had some time to spare having completed the tasks given to me and my mind began to wander as I sat and rested on the wooden changing room bench.
I imagined all of the bare flesh that would be on display on game days, guys soaping themselves in the shower, huge dangling thick cocks....it didn't take much and that was certainly enough to get me hard and fantasising about the losing soccer team entering the cabin and using me to relieve their frustrations.
I opened the door and peered outside, it was 11am and I had about 90 mins before I had to report back to my boss. There was no games or training sessions penned in until early afternoon so I figured I wouldn't be disturbed.
I was excited knowing that I would not be able to resist the urge to play with myself.... all of a sudden this crappy job seemed like it had some perks after all.
My mind was racing, I did not have any way of knowing if any of my co-workers would be checking in on my progress and if they did, the first sign of their presence would be the opening of the door, and my what a sight would they find to greet them.
So yes this was risky but hey, that just made me get harder. I opened the door and stepped outside to scan the area but there was nobody in sight.
Back inside I closed the door and quickly removed my clothes including my socks, getting naked meant just that, everything off.
Those images in my head of young muscular athletes, roughly grabbing me, slapping and groping then fucking me and shoving their meaty cocks down my throat aroused me more and more.
I was gone now and jerking my cock furiously but I needed more. I had to fuck my self but what to use? Hmm!
There was only one thing I had available, the mop handle but that was outside propped up against the side of the cabin.
I needed to get the mop. I suppose I could of put my clothes back on but my laziness and horniness conspired. to suggest another idea. I cracked open the door and peered out, the coast was clear, if I was quick nobody would see me and thank goodness they didn't.
I grabbed my new fuck stick and brought it into the cabin then closed the door. It wasn't nearly as thick as the empty five litre whiskey bottle with the girthy bulbous neck that I enjoyed impaling myself on at home but it would suffice.
I sat back down on the wooden bench and lubed my ass with a generous amount of hand soap from the dispenser. The mop handle got a good coating too before I gently eased the wooden pole slowly, inch by inch into my eager fuck hole. Oh yeah it felt so good and I stroked my cock slowly as I let my imagination run wild.
It was at about this point that I wanted the door to swing open and someone, anyone to walk in on me. I wanted to be found like this, exposed, dominated, blackmailed, fucked and turned into the sissy fag that I craved to be.
I was almost there.... but maybe I could make this better. I needed more penetration and I wanted more danger.
I eased the fuck stick out of my sore boy pussy and again cracked open the door, peaking outside. There was still nobody around from what I could see. I left the door wide open this time and walked back to the bench but this time my exhibitionism would be perforned directly opposite the open doorway. This was the exposure I really wanted.
The cool air drifted in and created goosebumps all over my body, I was so near to cumming and my face was flushed red. I made the step up onto the wooden bench, standing with my back to the door on full display to anyone who would be lucky enough to witness this shameless exhibition of sexual self debauchery.
I grabbed my multiple use mop handle and adjusted it's angle of delivery to deeply probe my ass for the final time. It was in and now I could gently fuck my hole deeply, riding it up and down whilst stroking my rigid cock to a beautiful climax.
I blew my load up the wall whilst hanging on tightly to the clothes hooks, breaking one off in the process.
I knew I had to extracate the pole from my ass which wasn't as easy as you might think, one slip and I'd be fucked good and proper. Carefully I eased it from my burning cavity and stepped off the bench and closed the door. I was worn out and I could see my cum dribbling down the wall. I remembered I was here to clean the place so I got to back to work and licked it all up. Finally the job was done. I got dressed and went for my lunch.
I had some time to spare having completed the tasks given to me and my mind began to wander as I sat and rested on the wooden changing room bench.
I imagined all of the bare flesh that would be on display on game days, guys soaping themselves in the shower, huge dangling thick cocks....it didn't take much and that was certainly enough to get me hard and fantasising about the losing soccer team entering the cabin and using me to relieve their frustrations.
I opened the door and peered outside, it was 11am and I had about 90 mins before I had to report back to my boss. There was no games or training sessions penned in until early afternoon so I figured I wouldn't be disturbed.
I was excited knowing that I would not be able to resist the urge to play with myself.... all of a sudden this crappy job seemed like it had some perks after all.
My mind was racing, I did not have any way of knowing if any of my co-workers would be checking in on my progress and if they did, the first sign of their presence would be the opening of the door, and my what a sight would they find to greet them.
So yes this was risky but hey, that just made me get harder. I opened the door and stepped outside to scan the area but there was nobody in sight.
Back inside I closed the door and quickly removed my clothes including my socks, getting naked meant just that, everything off.
Those images in my head of young muscular athletes, roughly grabbing me, slapping and groping then fucking me and shoving their meaty cocks down my throat aroused me more and more.
I was gone now and jerking my cock furiously but I needed more. I had to fuck my self but what to use? Hmm!
There was only one thing I had available, the mop handle but that was outside propped up against the side of the cabin.
I needed to get the mop. I suppose I could of put my clothes back on but my laziness and horniness conspired. to suggest another idea. I cracked open the door and peered out, the coast was clear, if I was quick nobody would see me and thank goodness they didn't.
I grabbed my new fuck stick and brought it into the cabin then closed the door. It wasn't nearly as thick as the empty five litre whiskey bottle with the girthy bulbous neck that I enjoyed impaling myself on at home but it would suffice.
I sat back down on the wooden bench and lubed my ass with a generous amount of hand soap from the dispenser. The mop handle got a good coating too before I gently eased the wooden pole slowly, inch by inch into my eager fuck hole. Oh yeah it felt so good and I stroked my cock slowly as I let my imagination run wild.
It was at about this point that I wanted the door to swing open and someone, anyone to walk in on me. I wanted to be found like this, exposed, dominated, blackmailed, fucked and turned into the sissy fag that I craved to be.
I was almost there.... but maybe I could make this better. I needed more penetration and I wanted more danger.
I eased the fuck stick out of my sore boy pussy and again cracked open the door, peaking outside. There was still nobody around from what I could see. I left the door wide open this time and walked back to the bench but this time my exhibitionism would be perforned directly opposite the open doorway. This was the exposure I really wanted.
The cool air drifted in and created goosebumps all over my body, I was so near to cumming and my face was flushed red. I made the step up onto the wooden bench, standing with my back to the door on full display to anyone who would be lucky enough to witness this shameless exhibition of sexual self debauchery.
I grabbed my multiple use mop handle and adjusted it's angle of delivery to deeply probe my ass for the final time. It was in and now I could gently fuck my hole deeply, riding it up and down whilst stroking my rigid cock to a beautiful climax.
I blew my load up the wall whilst hanging on tightly to the clothes hooks, breaking one off in the process.
I knew I had to extracate the pole from my ass which wasn't as easy as you might think, one slip and I'd be fucked good and proper. Carefully I eased it from my burning cavity and stepped off the bench and closed the door. I was worn out and I could see my cum dribbling down the wall. I remembered I was here to clean the place so I got to back to work and licked it all up. Finally the job was done. I got dressed and went for my lunch.
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