As Steve climbed into his vehicle after his shift at work, he had already decided to take a bit of a detour. He turned in the opposite direction that he normally took on the route home and instead headed out to make his weekly grocery run. Working on the late evening shift, he preferred to shop after work because there was far less traffic inside of the store. Of course, this was long ago in the far-off year of 2018 when such places were open twenty-four hours a day.
After a ten-minute drive, he arrived at the nearest “big box store.” He entered through the grocery entrance, which was the only one open at nearly midnight on a weekday. He wrestled a shopping cart free and once inside the store, took a right turn and started his usual counterclockwise trip through the store.
He was relieved that his shopping cart wasn’t making the usual “clickety-clack” noise that it often did. Unfortunately, halfway across the front of the store, he found that it would randomly turn sharply to the right with seemingly no reason. Already a good distance from the entrance, he decided to simply deal with it instead of swapping out carts. He did, however, keep a lookout for any abandoned carts inside of the store that he could switch it out with.
Steve grabbed a few personal items in the “Health and Beauty Aids” section before quickly skimming the seasonal items on his way around the circle. He also found a few lawn care items that he would need over the summer. From there, he was on to the household section where he needed some replacement light bulbs for his bathroom vanity light fixture.
As he made the long trek to the back of the store and then all the way across to the grocery department, it had become readily apparent that he was going to have to frequent the restroom. It would take roughly an hour for him to finish his shopping, checkout, and drive back home. Steve knew that it would be an uncomfortable and potentially dangerous gamble to take if he were to try to hold it. As much as he detested using public restrooms, it was clear that he didn’t have a choice.
So, as he traveled across the back of the store, he detoured into the electronics department. He stashed his shopping cart out of the way and disappeared into the restroom at the back of the store. He preferred to use that restroom over the one in the front of the store by a wide margin. For whatever reason, it always seemed to be much cleaner and have less traffic.
He casually walked into the restroom and lined up at the first urinal. He pulled down the front of his shorts just far enough to free everything up from any sort of constriction and promptly let loose. His head rocked slightly back in relief as he immediately realized that he had to go a bit more urgently than he originally had thought. Just as things got flowing smoothly, he heard someone else enter the restroom. He quickly tightened up his stance and soon found that he had a “next-door neighbor.” That wasn’t surprising because although there were three urinals, the third one was a children’s urinal that was mounted very low to the ground.
Steve tensed up slightly as the man approached, briefly cutting off his flow. To his surprise, the man was roughly a foot taller than him and African American in heritage. For some that may not seem to be terribly unusual, but the region that Steve lived in was not very culturally diverse. In fact, he only knew of a few African-American families that lived in the surrounding area. It seemed likely that this man had stopped at the store while passing through.
As he tried to get the flow restarted, Steve attempted to get a quick read on the man. He looked to be very slender and a bit younger than Steve, who was twenty-six at the time.
The man was wearing extremely long basketball shorts and had multiple layers of shirts. His hair dangled loosely in short dreadlocks, and he had a narrow but neatly trimmed beard. Steve found him to be slightly intimidating. Still, as he stood there, he started to wonder what this giant-sized man might have been hiding inside of those baggy shorts.
As he started to imagine the possibilities, Steve’s mind began to drift. He had an affinity for many different types of men, but in his less-than-culturally diverse area, the options were severely limited. Although he had seen almost anything imaginable via the internet, he never had the privilege of seeing an African American man’s cock in person.
He started to tense up and he could already feel his heart nervously thumping away as he contemplated taking a quick peek. The absence of a privacy panel between them seemed to work in Steve’s favor, but they were spaced a fair distance apart. He slowly rocked backward and as his gaze drifted to the right, he got a decent look at what he had hoped to see.
From his point of view, Steve could clearly see about five inches of exposed, dark brown meat as it blasted a wide stream of noticeably yellow urine. He surmised that it must have been six to seven inches long in its current “soft” status. He knew that he had to make it quick but found it to be difficult to turn away. The man turned his head in Steve’s direction, causing Steve to immediately face forward once again. He was pretty sure that he had just been caught.
In a hurry to escape, Steve finished up quickly. He hastily put everything back into place and pulled the handle on the urinal. Once again, though, he got greedy. As he turned around to exit, he tried to get another quick peek at the man. Just as he did, the man mumbled, “Do you like what you see?”
Steve froze in place for a moment.
The man reiterated, “I said…do you like what you see, bitch!”
Steve stammered for a bit, not sure of what to say. His heart felt it was going to jump out of his chest. He could have simply walked out of the restroom, but that option never occurred to him. Then, the man turned toward him. His shorts were still held down with one hand, exposing his impressive cock. Steve took a moment to soak it all in. Meanwhile, his own cock had already become completely rigid, and he had to readjust himself.
The man laughed at Steve’s reaction.
“Is this what you wanted to see, boy?” he taunted.
“Yes, sir,” Steve responded meekly.
“Yeah, I thought so. Get on your fucking knees!” he commanded.
Steve was hesitant to get down on the floor. It didn’t seem to be terribly clean, and his shorts were short enough that his bare skin would have to touch it directly. Still, he tentatively followed the man’s direction.
The man approached him and stopped about a foot away from him. Steve studied his cock until the man started to shake it back and forth. A few drops of residual urine splattered as he shook it. Several of the droplets landed on Steve’s face. Then, the man slid forward and smacked Steve across the cheek with his cock. It struck with a wet-sounding splat as it hit hard enough to rock Steve’s head to the side. The process was repeated several times until the man commanded, “Open your mouth, boy!”
The man had an accent that sounded like a combination of southern America and “street.” It had also become apparent that he was intent on dominating and humiliating Steve. Although that hadn’t been something that he had ever experienced before, he wasn’t going to shy away from the opportunity that was being presented.
Steve opened his mouth, and the man immediately stuffed his cock inside it. He grabbed hold of Steve’s head with both hands and started to fuck his mouth with his semi-hard cock. It quickly started to firm up and Steve struggled to handle both the thickness and length. The man would drive it in far enough to make Steve gag on occasion, but not hard enough to bring anything up. He was convinced that the man was doing it more to further assert his dominance than for physical pleasure mostly because Steve was pretty sure that it was one of the “toothiest” blowjobs ever.
