Mystery Of The Bulge
He chose the urinal next to mine and unzipped the tight front of his jeans. The very front that seemed to glue my vision to it. I was nervous, did he spot me in the bar crowd? I heard the shuffle of fabric before a gentle sigh came from the beefy rottweiler next to me. My eyes averted from beside me expecting to hear the trickle of piss into the porcelain bowl just as mine had only moments before. But there was no such sound, only the soft rustling of fabric. I didn't look as the sound grew into regular beats. My imagination grew wild as my hand never left my exposed, cream colored, sheath. Soon the sounds of fabric was accompanied by the soft sounds of slick flesh against flesh. I couldn't help it as my ears folded lower as I wondered what exactly my dream man was up to. The thought of his thick arms as they flexed with each stroke of a massive cock. A cock that would be considered a challenge to even the most seasoned of fuck hole sluts.
A low, baritone, moan, came from beside me as the subtle musk of male wafted through the air and was sucked into my lungs. The scent of cheap, artificial, pine overshadowed by the masculine scent of the dog's body. Was it angry red, was it thick or thin, did he dribble a lot of pre? These questions could be answered by a simple twist of my head. But I couldn't look even as my own cock grew from its sheath. The sound of the bar just outside the flimsy door made my pulse grow faster as I openly began to jack my cock as well. Every now and then a voice would grow closer to the door and my hand would come to a halt. But the rottweiler next to me continued unhindered.
Oh god, he shoots pre, I could hear the pulse of water pre splash into the urinal water. I wanted to look, to see my personal adonis. But still I could not bring myself to look, if only I could feel what is that? This warmth on my back, did he move? Briefly I look to the side and find the rottweiler no longer stood in front of the urinal. Thick arms wrapped around my lithe frame, his hot and humid breath rolled down my neck. I was in shock as a deep growl vibrated through my coyote frame. My moans joined the vibrations as his strong and possessive hand rolled down my tight shirt and gripped my shaft firmly. He began to stroke me as my eyes closed in bliss. His other hand rolled my jeans down over my rump. A long moan echoed off the tiled walls as I felt his warm shaft slip between my thighs and twitch out his warm musky pre into my fur.
I felt his hips begin to move and slide his shaft between my legs, was he going to fuck me? I would let him if he did, but he continued to stroke my cock and in long smooth strokes. His hips continued to grind as my fur dampened with each moment that passed. The sounds of pre as it hit water continued though and for a moment I stood aroused and confused. It was only when I looked down to my shaft did I realize my cock was the one pulsing pre against the urinal back. His cock felt thick, but it was hard to tell as it never paused long enough to gain the details. But the simple act of having a cock use his body for pleasure stifled any thought other than to make the male cum with him.
I could feel the twitches in his cock grow as he growled into my ear, "I leave tonight pup."
His voice was smooth and it made me hump into his hand with more need. My knot grew and his hands didn't miss it as it wrapped around the bulb and tugged. I felt my pleasure flood my body as the cream of my dick shot forward in long pulses and streams. The water in the urinal turned cloudy as I pumped the largest load I could into it.
My adonis grunted and let out a long, "fuck yeah," into my ear as I felt a great warmth spread through my fur.
I could smell the scent of our cum fill the air as our cocks continued to spasm together and unload long volleys of semen. But soon the moment passed and the rottweiler kept his arms around my body while a thick afterglow rolled over us. We stayed for a moment until another voice approached the door and made us both tense in a mild panic. But when the voice drew further away once more my adonis unwrapped himself. I didn't turn around to meet the rottweiler face to face as my hands moved to grip the top of the urinal.
I heard the rottweiler tuck himself into his jeans and zip his jeans once more. It was only then I decided to turn my head and finally look at the rottweiler. That bulge that held such mystery was still prominent in his tight jeans. His buttoned up shirt still partially opened exposed his black and tan chest, but kept the rest of his body veiled in fantasy.
"You are leaving now?" I stated softly as he nodded.
"Plane leaves in five hours, gotta get to the hotel." He stated nonchalantly as he washed his hands.
No doubt my cum coated his hand as his load coated my inner thighs, "you're a stud you know? Will you be back around?"
"Probably not, but if I do, here is my card," the rottweiler reached into his back pocket and set a business card down onto the bathroom counter. "Keep in touch, and maybe next time you'll see what I got between my legs."
He grinned as I smiled warmly back, "until that day I'll enjoy jacking my dick to the fantasy of what is in your pants."
The rottweiler chuckled before he stepped through the bathroom door and re-entered the bar. I stood and rolled my jeans up covered in the scent of my adonis. The feelings and scents still fresh in my head, the sound of his voice, the stroke of his hand, the feel of his body, the memories made my dick hard again. I couldn't help but begin to stroke myself again, all the while I wondered to myself, is his dick thick, is it angry red, how sweet does his pre taste, and I was happy.