I wasn't looking for it. His cock was just so goddamn gorgeous.
I was out having dinner with my wife at one of those expensive restaurants you go to on special occasions. I saw him at another table out of the corner of my eye. Didn't think anything of it except that I noticed myself looking at him a lot. Or was he looking at me?
After my wife and I had finished the first bottle of wine, I excused myself to go to the washroom. I'm a stall guy, so I don't know when he came in. Maybe he followed me.
When I had finished and was opening the stall door, he was standing right there. I stepped back into the stall. He closed the door behind him.
I looked down at his open pants, his hard cock ready. I already knew what he wanted. Now I knew he was ready.
He undid my pants, turned me around, and pushed my back down. He opened my butt cheeks.
"I've never..." I began, looking over my shoulder up at him.
He smiled, put two fingers in his mouth, and then began working them into my ass.
Fuck, that felt good!
Gradually, he replaced his fingers with his cock. I could feel the difference. He was huge!
I began to whimper. Pain. Pleasure. Excitement. I don't know which was greater.
He held my hips with his hands and began working himself in. Finally, he was balls deep.
He waited, my ass tightening around his cock. I trembled. I had taken him all! Now what?
Slowly, he began fucking my ass hard. It hurt. It felt great. Oh fuck!
Harder, faster. Less pain, more pleasure.
His balls were slapping me now as he pounded, harder and harder.
He grabbed the back of me by my hair, jerking my head back, my back arching as he pounded.
He reached around and grabbed my neck, pulling my jaw straight back. I balanced myself with either hand on the sides of the stall.
I could hear the clanking of his belt buckle on the floor as he pounded my ass, the sound of it getting faster and faster.
I was panting, struggling to keep my balance as he drove himself into me, my neck fully extended in his hands. He squeezed my neck. I was gasping now. My ass was burning.
A few more really hard pumps into me and he came.
As soon as I felt the warmth of him shoot into me, he let go of my neck, pulled out, shook himself of, and then pulled up his pants. He opened the stall door and walked out.
I stayed where I was for a couple of minutes, bent over, my ass open wide, still holding myself up in the stall, feeling his warm cum drip out of my hole and down my leg.
Did that just happen? Was I okay with it? Fuck, my ass was sore.
I cleaned myself up and sat back down across from my wife. I wondered if she noticed how gently I sat down on my hard chair. I looked over but he and his dinner companion were gone. I wondered when I'd get a fucking like that again.
