“Nice shorts.”
That was how I got here, on my knees in a public bathroom stall with an exquisite cock pressing against my throat, on the verge of penetration. But let’s go back.
I arrived at the Linc in Austin, the one in central Austin, or is it North Austin? Whatever, I will never feel at home in this town. I grew up in the Bay Area near Palo Alto where I could orient myself pretty much no matter where I was. Mountains with trees were west. Mountains without trees, east. Going north the Bay was on my right, south my left. Austin? Wait, which mini mall is that one, that’s McDonald’s but is it the one I kind of like, yup, there’s Walmart, but which one? Lost in Austin, that’s me.
Anyway…
The day was hot. Is there any other kind in Austin? As I entered the Linc I was wearing a pair of my favorite shorts and a short sleeved button-down shirt, plus flip flops. I walked among the tables, hoping to find a spot to myself. I was in a sort of introspective mood and just wanted to have an iced coffee and doom scroll for a bit when I heard, “Nice shorts.”
The man who said those words was Asian and he was smiling and he looked maybe a little interested in me and I was surprised because even though I absolutely love Asian guys they don’t usually pay much attention to me. But maybe it wasn’t really me. Maybe it was my shorts because they were nice shorts. The 2” length exposed my long legs (I’ve had women tell me they wish they had my legs) from feet to almost cheeks, and call me nuts but even though they are unlined I always wear them sans underwear, not even a thong. Was I peeking out? I snuck a quick glance, but it was hard to tell because the shorts aren’t tight, the legs are relaxed and I can’t really see beyond the hem if I’m standing.
I smiled and thanked him for complimenting my shorts and was about to continue my quest for the perfect seat when he said, “They’re great. Can I ask where you bought them? I’ve had these cut-offs forever and they’re cool but I want something that looks a little neater. Yours would be perfect.”
He moved to face me on the bench seat and straddled it and I felt a tingle in my groin as my eyes glided up his smooth thighs to the frayed edges of his hems, which offered just a tiny bit more coverage than mine did. And, yes, there was a plump bulge, nothing obscene, unless you let your mind wander, which I did.
“I got them online.”
“What’s the store called?”
I told him the name and we both chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, they have all kinds of stuff, but I found them because I wanted a pair of shorts that didn’t go to my ankles, you know? Their tag line is something like 'free the thighs.' I don’t get the whole long short thing.”
He laughed and said he was of the same mind.
Again, I was about to move on but he asked, “So, are you from here? I feel like everyone in this town is from somewhere else.”
“I’m no different. Moved here from San Francisco about ten years ago. What about you?”
“So you’re the reason everything is so expensive now,” he laughed. “But I’m guilty, too, moved here from LA about a year ago. Moved for a job.”
“Me too. How do you like it so far?”
“Well, the heat can be rough,” he smiled, “but the people here are so nice, which I appreciate. I think they’re genuine, too, not a common trait in LA, where everybody just seems to want to know you to find out who you know. So tiring.”
“I remember that about L.A. I lived there for a few years a while ago.”
Okay, there was a connection, he was interested, or he sure seemed to be, and I was interested, too. His legs were beautiful with toned thighs that tapered to shapely calves and almost delicate ankles. (He was in flip flops, too.) His arms were also sensual. He was wearing a sleeveless, button-down shirt and his biceps and forearms were those of weekend athlete. His pits were lightly haired with black and his slender neck sat atop exposed shoulders. He had full lips and flawless, even skin. His hair was swept back. I wanted to fuck him. Hard. Or have him fuck me. I was good either way. God, he was beautiful.
He asked me to join him and in no time an hour had passed and I suddenly noticed – somehow he had done it in a very subtle way – his shirt was unbuttoned almost to his navel and I could see a tight nipple on a smooth pec. Suddenly, he stood up and said he needed to use the restroom.
And then he said, “If you want to follow me in a minute or so, well….”
Call me naïve but I wasn’t totally sure what he was telling me and he picked up on my uncertainty and said very clearly that if I wanted to join him in the bathroom I was more than welcome to. After an appropriate minute or so I followed.
The Linc has a bathroom at one end of the outdoor seating area that doesn’t get a lot of use because it’s just enough out of the way. I entered and he was waiting for me.
“Do you like to kiss?”
His full, soft lips met mine and our tongues intertwined and slid slickly over each other and soon our lips were wet and his hands were on my ass and mine on his and we ground our pelvises together and I could feel how hard he was against my own hard cock. He pulled back a little and took my hand and we entered a stall, which was good-sized and conveniently had a door to the floor. It was hot, but it could have been worse if not for the openings to the outside in the ceiling. I unbuttoned his shirt completely and removed it, hanging it on the little door hook, and I ran my fingers down his biceps and forearms, then leaned in and suckled one nipple, then the other, then back. He moaned and sighed and I did, too, though we were kindofsortof careful to keep our sounds to a minimum in case anybody disturbed us.
I let him take off my shirt and his warm tongue flicked my nipples one after the other and then our lips met briefly before I lowered myself onto my knees and kissed his strained shorts and ran my tongue along his inner thighs. I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down, exposing his black pubes, which I painted with saliva. I felt my dick pop out of my shorts and I was done with foreplay and I yanked his shorts down and wrapped my lips around his tip while my hands clutched his ass and I pulled him toward me. He pushed. I pulled. His tip met my throat, entered, and he placed both hands on the back of my head and began facefucking me. His cock was the perfect size, probably 6.5”, enough girth to create a little difficulty but not too much and he pushed me a little faster and harder and when I gasped for a breath I tasted precum and he relaxed and said he didn’t want to cum just yet.
We switched.
My dick is about 7” and decently thick and he struggled to get me all the way into his throat but he was determined and so was I. When I finally penetrated his throat it was brief because he had to take a quick breath but then he got me balls deep and kept me there once, twice, three times, four, five and I started to feel an orgasm well up and I told him if he kept going I was going to cum. He clutched my ass even harder and I felt my balls mash into his chin and up and up and up and up my orgasm welled and when I was as deep as I could possibly go I released. He couldn’t keep me in his throat and pulled back a little and cum and saliva poured from his mouth and dripped onto his chest but he recovered and pushed me in all the way again and held me there for several of the very best seconds of my life.
My turn.
He stood up and I licked some cum from his chest and pubes as I got on my knees again and took him into my mouth again and pushed him all the way in easily. He grabbed my head again and I grabbed his thighs and he worked me against his dick and then he pulled back a little and…
So. Much. Cum. I mean, holy shit, I had seen people cum like that in porn but never in real life. The first five eruptions were each a massive shot on their own and then three more slightly smaller spurts followed but he wasn’t done. I was drooling cum and yet his dick still pulsed at least three more times and when he was finally done I struggled to swallow it all but managed and then stood up and pressed my spermy lips and tongue against his until all the sperm was gone and we finally pulled apart a little. We were both still hard but spent and I pushed my pubes into his and then sucked him more and pushed a finger into his ass and asked him what he was doing for the rest of the day.
He said he might already be doing it as he picked up my shorts and asked me back to his place. As he handed me my shorts, he said, “These really are nice.”
