Dirty Black Man in the Urinals

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

I was in a bar downtown LA, in the urinals, almost finishing taking a piss when a big black man entered. He looked 35. He was very dark, with a lot of big muscles, bald, and I felt that he was hairy too, wearing a red t-shirt, wide light blue jeans and white boots. His sweat and dirt smell was enough to kill a lion. But, to me, the guy was hot as hell, and I couldn't get my eyes off him.

When I finished pissing, his piss was about to break the urinal before him, and I was still checking him out.

"Hey, white boy, if you don't get your ass out of here now, I'll empty the rest of my piss in your mouth", his rough and loud voice said.

I was 19 years, so was kind of offended being called "boy". Anyway, I did want to take his piss in my mouth, and I didn't have a probleme so...I wasn't leaving.

He stopped his piss a bit, and then stepped towards me and banged me on my knees.

"Open your mouth boy"


I opened my lips as he put the head of his dick between them, and started to piss. I swallawed every little bit of his piss, and was loving it so much. It was thick, strong, heavy, rank, salty, and couldn't end before 10 secs.

Eventually, "The last drop, boy, carry it in your faggot mouth"

So I took the last drop, which was big, and the he turned around, pulling his jeans and boxers to his ankles.

"With my piss in your mouth, sniff my ass, I got a surprise for you", he said burying my face in his ass. I was inhaling the strong funk of his filthy black ass, when he let a huge, loud, smelly fart that filled my senses.

"Now swallaw"

I swallawed his piss. The flavour of his piss/fart mix was killing my senses.

"Fucking faggot", as he left, zipping his jeans and everything.

Later, I left the toilet. Actually. I left the whole bar - I knew if I didn't, he would tell his men about the faggot "right there", I would be the men's piss faggot very soon, and that wouldn't be anymore hot.

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