Unlikely Love 1

We pulled into a parking spot outside of Chili's.
"Let's go get some motherfuckin' BBQ," said Brad, jumping out of the truck. I followed, watching his round bubble ass move back and forth in his tight jeans. I longed to rip Brad's jeans off and massage his harder than steel ass...
I walked up by him, my hand brushing along his butt. He jumped back. "What the fuck, Jay? Back off!" Brad yelled. "Don't touch my god damn ass!"
"You know you like it, shut the fuck up." I told him, smiling slyly. "Don't you?" I punched his rock hard bicep softly.
I could see Brad trying not to smile. "Yeah, whatever. Let's just eat."

We walked inside and sat down to wait. In a couple of minutes, someone finally came to sit us down. He looked about college age, and had spiked black hair and chocolate brown eyes. His nametag read "Tyler". I could see Tyler spent a lot of time in the gym as well - he was really muscular, and his massive pecs and abs were clearly outlined under his shirt.
"Just two of you?" he asked, smiling.
"Yep," Brad told him. We followed Tyler to a table for two in the corner, and sat down.
"Someone will be here in a minute to take your order. Enjoy." Tyler smiled at me again and walked away, flexing his tight ass as he went. I stared at him, rubbing my crotch under the table. His cock was probably at least 9 or ten inches long. I wondered if he would have fucked me. My cock kept growing until it was fully erect, pushing against the bottom of our table.

After about 5 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. I put down my menu and sat back, breathing heavily.
"What? What's wrong?" Brad asked, looking up from his menu. He looked curious as to what had me so turned on. At least, I figured he knew. I was practically ready to explode all over the table, I was so horny.
"I gotta go... to the bath...room," I panted, sweating. It was hot as fuck in this restaurant, or maybe it was just me. Pushing my cock down, I got up from the table and hurried towards the men's restroom, my head down, avoiding the eyes of everyone.

I walked around the corner and pushed through the door of the restroom without looking up. As it shut behind me, I realized I was alone, and relaxed. The air conditioned bathroom smelled like urine and sanitizer. There was a smudged mirror above the grungy looking counter. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which was by now, fully erect. It was slick with sweat, which made good lube as I started pumping my fist up and down it slowly, watching myself in the mirror. Thoughts of Brad and what his dick looked like filled my head. I grunted loudly as I jerked myself off.

After a minute, I figured I should go into a stall in case anyone came in the bathroom. I picked one on the end and went in, locking the door behind me. It was as filthy as the rest of the bathroom, but I didn't care anymore - I was too horny. I sat down on the lid of the toilet and leaned back, the cold porcelain on my sweaty back. I closed my eyes and continued to pump my cock, imagining that it was Brad beside me, stroking my dick for me instead. I played with my hairy balls as I continued to masturbate, massaging them with a finger and a thumb.
"Oooh, fuck..." I moaned softly. I spit on my hand again and slapped it onto my dick. Tons of precum spilled out, mixing with my saliva to make a slippery lube. It felt amazing. I slid my hand faster and faster, nearing orgasm all the time. I leaned all the way back on the toilet, jerking myself as hard as I could. I began to pump my crotch in and out of my fist, fantasizing that I was instead sliding it in and out of Brad's hot, hairy asshole.

I tugged off my shirt and began to play with my large brown nipples. They grew stiff within seconds, and sweat rolled down my pecs and over my abs, beading in my pubes. By this time, my cock was leaking a ton of precum, and it combined with the sweat from my body. I could see my abs and dick glistening under the bathroom lighting.
"Unnnnnhhh," I grunted, about to cum all over my torso. I pumped my dick into my hand as fast as I could, and just as I was about to bust my nut, the bathroom door opened and slammed shut, startling me. I looked over to my left, and for the first time I noticed a small hole in the wall separating my stall from the next one. It was about 4 inches across, and there was all kinds of graffitti around it. After looking at it for a minute, I realized that it was a glory hole.

The dude who had entered the bathroom stood still for a minute. I continued to slowly stroke the full length of my dick, waiting to see what he would do. He could probably see my legs and pants around my ankles easily...I hoped he would come into the stall next to me. He stood there for a minute longer, presumably noticing my feet and legs, and then shuffled into the stall next to mine and locked the door of it. 

I immediately saw through the glory hole that it was none other than Brad. I watched through the glory hole as he peeled off his khaki muscle tee and flexed his pecs, knowing that he was putting on a show. I could see his slightly hairy abs as they flexed, shiny with sweat. His large round nipples were stiff, and he played with them as he unbuckled the belt of his tight jeans. I leaned back again and continued to jack off, as quietly as I could, enjoying looking at Brad's amazing torso. He took off his belt and lowered his pants just below his ass, revealing an old, yellowed, dirty lookin' jockstrap. Brad stood there, rubbing his crotch through the jock, playing with his nipples with his other hand. I could hear him moaning softly to himself.

After a minute, Brad started to pull down his jockstrap even more. His thick, brown pubic bush was revealed over the top, connecting to the unshaven happy trail of dark brown hair running up his stomach. All at once, Brad pulled his monster fuck pole out, and I nearly creamed myself right there. It was longer than I ever expected - at least 11 inches. I could see veins running through it, and Brad stood there, stroking himself as his cock throbbed excitedly. He massaged his huge nutsack, which was covered in dark hair too, no doubt sweating all the time. I longed to taste his balls, to feel their silky warmth.

Brad aimed his dick at the toilet now, and started to take a piss. A long, golden stream of urine came out of the piss slit, hitting the water with a resounding splash. 
I could hear Brad let out a sigh as he stood there, relieving himself. "Ahhh, I needed that..." He finished pissing and shook his dick off, which was still fully hard. Brad leaned against the door of his stall, his hand on his dick. He still had his shirt pulled over his head, and by now his pants were completely around his ankles. I stared in awe at his Greek God body - it was more muscular than a God's. His powerful arms flexed as he stroked his dick slowly, and his massive legs bulged out of his dirty jock strap. He spit on his hand, and rubbing in on his dick, he moved toward the glory hole.

I stared at Brad's massive tool as he shoved it and his hairy nutsack through the hole. His dick was shiny and I could see precum leaking out of it.
"What're you waiting for?" Brad said softly. "Suck the damn thing, slut."
I smiled and moved towards his cock, my hand still on my own. I breathed heavily on his shaft and began to massage his nutsack. It felt amazing - sweaty. Brad had huge balls, just like I'd always dreamed. I pulled his nuts into my mouth and sucked gently, enjoying the masculine, raunchy smell of the bottom of his dick on my nose. My cock swelled as I took in the scent, gently licking his balls. Precum from his dick leaked onto my chin, and I licked it off, enjoying the salty flavor.

As I stared at his massive dick, wondering how I'd ever be able to fit it all in my mouth, I thought of everything that had happened that day. Showering in the locker room, fantasizing about Brad's penis, hating him and at the same time, wanting to be fucked by him desperately. Now, here I was, in a dirty, sleazy bathroom in the back of a Chili's restaurant, giving a blowjob to the guy I'd lusted after all my life. It was almost beyond belief. The more I thought about it, though, I realized that Brad was more than likely just a dude who figured that a mouth was a mouth - getting himself off was the only thing important to him. I'd sucked plenty of cocks in my time, and all of them were never interested in any more than that. Never the less, I wanted to give Brad the most amazing blowjob he'd ever had...

A loud, involuntary grunt from me brought me back to reality. I had been jerking my dick the whole time I'd been watching and thinking of Brad, and had almost reached my orgasm. I slowed down the pumping of my fist and went back to Brad's penis, which was still throbbing and slick with the precum that dripped out of it. I took his cock in my fist and jacked it slowly, enjoying the rock-solid, silky smooth texture it had. He had amazing crotch odor - it was musty and at the same time, more virile than anything I had ever smelled. I gently kissed the head of Brad's dick before taking into my mouth. It tasted sour. I began to pump my mouth up and down his dick, slowly going deeper and faster each time.
Brad continued to grunt softly. "Suck that fuckin' cock..."

It was amazing to be giving this hot as hell boy so much pleasure in ways I had never even dreamed of (Well, I'd dreamed about Brad more than once...). I took more and more of his dick into my mouth, loving the salty taste of it. I went up and down on it, faster and faster, until I had almost all of his eleven inches down my hot, wet throat. I pulled my head and mouth even farther in until it my nose was buried deep in his thick pubic hair, my chin pressed into his sweating nutsack.
Brad screamed out loud "Oh fuck! Fuck! Your mouth feels so fucking good!" He grunted wildly, his cock throbbing, unable to control himself any longer. 
The manly smell of it all practically made me cum all over myself. I held my head there for a minute, all of his eleven inches down my throat, savoring the smell. I could feel his precum leaking down my throat by the gallon. My spit mingled with the sweat from his balls and precum.

Without warning, I pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth and began to pump my mouth up and down the top half. Brad screamed in ecstasy again, shaking the wall of the stall like a mad man. I could hear him grunting and panting like he was gonna fuckin' die, which only made me suck his dick even harder. As he groaned, my own hand returned to my dick and pumped it quickly. I wanted to cum all over his face - or up his ass. My own penis throbbed along with Brad's, and I began to grunt as Brad fucked my face, which was pressed all the way up to the glory hole by now.

After a few more minutes of him fucking my mouth, Brad backed up and turned around.
"Now you're gonna rim this fucking hole," he moaned, bending over. I could see Brad's bare calves and ankles on the floor in front of me, glistening with sweat. They looked amazing. Then, Brad mashed his asshole right over my mouth, and I lost no time in taking in the stench of his ass. I could see the ass straps of his jock, perfectly outlining his chisled butt. Then I turned my attention to Brad's tight looking asshole. I licked it gently, the precum from his dick mixing with my saliva as I rimmed him. I traced circles around his hole with my tongue, loving the scent. It smelled like he hadn't washed his ass clean for a week - and I loved it. I shoved my tongue into his throbbing asshole, slowly massaging his insides. I began to tongue fuck Brad, slowly going deeper as his hole loosened up.
"Oh shit, oh god damn. Rim me..." Brad moaned loudly, grinding his ass into my face. I obliged, and began to give him a brutal tongue fucking. I stabbed my tongue in and out of his ass as fast and hard as I could, tasting his ass juices. Brad screamed again. Then I pulled my face out of his ass, catching my breath. I pumped my dick as hard as I could, using Brad's ass sweat for lube as I slid my hand up and down my shaft.

Brad stood up, moaning, and turned around again. He shoved his cock and balls through the glory hole again.
"Suck me off, slut. Drink my cum."
I immediately began to blow his dick again, playing with his nuts. I took in all of his cock, swirling my tongue around it as his shaft slid all the way down my throat. Once again his nutsack pressed into my chin, dripping sweat, and his pubic bush tickled my nose. I sucked on his penis as hard as I could, jacking myself as fast as possible. Brad continued to moan, louder and louder. His cock was all the way in my throat, filling me. I never wanted him to take it out of me - it felt perfect there.
"I'm gonna fill you so full of cum," Brad grunted. I slammed my face into the wall of the stall, and Brad took over. He pumped his dick in and out of my mouth furiously, going deeper with each thrust, if it was even possible.

All at once, Brad gave a huge grunt. His cock began to throb and spasm in my tight throat as I worked my throat muscles around it. I could feel the semen quickly rising in his balls, and his hot spunk began to gush down my throat wildly. He face fucked me as fast as he could, yelling out loud as he cummed.
"Yeah, fuck yeah, ohhh FUCK!" Brad exclaimed. His penis continued to throb, and cum was flowing out of it now, faster than before. I swallowed every last drop, and slowly backed my mouth off of his tool, wanting to taste the spunk. Brad moaned as I licked his shaft, kissed the head, tasting all the cum I could. It was hot and bittersweet, just like I'd always thought it would be. I licked off every last drop and cleaned his dick off. I pulled my mouth off and stared at his dick...throbbing, red. It looked beautiful.

Brad pulled his dick back, after I kissed it softly once more. I watched him stuff it back into his jockstrap, and pull up his pants. He bent over and grabbed his tee, and put it back on, covering his chiseled torso once more. I sat back and admired his body - it was beautiful, even through his clothes.
"Thanks, man. You give great fuckin' blowjobs," Brad said, his voice low now. He turned around, opened the stall, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in the silence once more.

I leaned back against the toilet bowl, my eyes closed. I still had not cummed, and thoughts of Brad sliding his dick into me filled my head. I wanted him to fuck me more than anything. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. The feeling of his massive dick filling me, cumming inside of me would be amazing...
"Unnghh," I grunted softly. I spit into my hand - Brad's semen and sweat. I slapped it onto my cock and pumped slowly, imagining that Brad was here to do it for me. He probably gave great handjobs.

I felt the cum rising in me as I jerked off, and I could not hold it in any longer. Jacking off as hard and fast as I could, I leaned back. My dick began to throb and bounce wildly, and cum spurted everywhere.
"Shit! Fuck! Ooohh shit!" My scalding cum landed all over my chest and arms, pumping out of my dick like a fuckin' geyser. I continued to spurt as I pumped my dick, nearly dying of sheer ecstasy. This was my best orgasm I could ever remember - even if Brad wasn't here! 

Spunk spilled all over my hands, and slowly, sweetly, my dick stopped throbbing. I brought my hands to my mouth, tasting my seed. It was hot and salty, and thicker than Brad's, but I loved it all the same. I wiped off my cock and slowly pulled up my underwear, covering my pubes and dick once more. My equipment bulged out, stretching the white fabric, and I smiled. I pulled my jeans up and walked out of the stall, my cock still warm and tingling; it felt amazing.

After I had washed off my face and smoothed down my hair, and making sure it looked okay in the dirty mirror, I walked out of the bathroom slowly, wondering what Brad would say - or wouldn't - when I went back to our table. As the door of the bathroom swung open and I looked across the hall, I suddenly realized why there had been no urinals in the restroom - the sign on the door across from the one I was coming out of read 'Men'.

I nearly passed out. I had been in the woman's bathroom the whole time, giving Brad, the jock, the closet homosexual, a blowjob, and jerking off my own dick, leaving my spunk all over the toilet and stall. Then it dawned on me - Brad had gone into the woman's restroom on purpose, figuring I would have been using the men's. That meant he thought he was getting a blowjob from someone else, not me! We had come to this Chili's restaurant for a reason - Brad must have known there was a glory hole with willing dudes on the other side of it at this joint. I was amazed that no one had entered the restroom while Brad and I had been going at it - but then again, I hadn't been listening.

Confused as hell, I walked back to our table where Brad was now sitting, looking at his menu.
"How long was I gone?" I asked innocently.
Brad looked up and smirked at me. "Long enough for me to fuckin' leave you here."
"Oh, well, I gotta pick somethin' to eat." I picked up my menu and held it in front of my face. Obviously Brad thought someone else had sucked him off, and was hiding it from me. I wondered who...probably he had talked to that Tyler dude when I left and agreed to meet in the women's bathroom for a quick blow job. 

I smiled to myself. I guess I had gotten in there before him.

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Part one of a series. H&T part 2 is still being worked on, I just tried out a slightly different storyline here. Stay tuned!