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As his steps down the corridor brought him ever closer to the three of us, not only did I moan lustily under my breath, I liked what my brown eyes got to stare over. I could not help but raise my dark brow and smile a little when I locked in on the green eyes of the newest patron. All the while nodding in half agreement to the point of the guy doing the talking. The stranger continued the stare, and nodded in greeting as he stepped past. My happy six-year departure from cigarettes made it easy for me to notice how good he smelled. While sniffing, I couldn’t cease thinking the mansexual thought, or watching his blue jeans till he stepped out of my sight. My hunger for the taste of a man was at its’ highest level. As was the sudden impatience I felt for my conversationalist to cease talking, and step aside so I could find out where that thick mustachioed and goateed stud was wandering off to.

Everything I’d seen in the few seconds I had to check him out, made me willing to get on my knees and service his handsome being. His 6 foot 1 inch height, the eye-pleasing shoulder-to-shoulder width and build of his body. I guessed his weight to be about 185 pounds. The way the jeans fit over his ass, those green eyes standing out as they were among the sun kissed face and full head of dark brown hair. Seeing how he was so hot, I had to pause for a moment in my abrupt walking away from the talk. To let his image roll through my mind once more and wonder of what that man was looking for.

On the way to the vicinity of where he was, I dropped a coin into the video game. Knowing damn well I had no intention of playing it. It just gave me a little time to settle in for turning the corner and trying my luck. Now that I knew for certain where he was.

But I didn’t turn the corner. Instead, I got in the booth adjoining, stepped up on the wall bench and watched him for a bit from the gaped and twisted vanes of the vent. Yes, he was well aware of my gazing. Even before he raised j u s t his brow up in my direction, I was moaning softly. Strictly from the way he smelled, and damn did he ever smell good--so fresh, clean and manly. “Aaah yeah!’ I thought when he finally turned his green-eyed gaze from the two men my ears told me were fucking on the screen, to my chocolate stare. I felt even better when he smiled, looked down at the cock he was stroking, and stepped back one. True, the angle was wrong to let me see that cock right away. But I let out a right loud moan because I knew it was to be mine as soon as I stepped back into the corridor.

I turned the corner to see he’d left the door ajar. I knew full well I could have just stepped inside, but could not help to pause at the opening and look in, just for effect. Inside that relatively small room, sensually silhouetted by the screen lighting, there stood a bear hairy, well-built man. Jeans pushed past his rolling balls, and he was happily engaged in stroking a cock that stood out proudly before him.

The way he looked at me made me rush as I unzipped, and slipped a few eager fingers inside for a feel of my own hard meat. His green eyes showed how much he wanted me in there with him. Something about the way he dragged the thickness of that tongue over his moustache while slowly stroking that dick… It made me slide two fingers in my underwear and set my bulge free. I certainly seethed, grunted, swallowed hard and felt the rushes of the want to jump on in. Oh but it was far too hot for the moment just watching. When he turned ever so slightly, the lighting shone on his ass. Showed off the perfect shape of it, and how the fine shadowing of hair just glowed. I let some sound of lust escape me, then he signaled with a subtle toss of his head for me to enter. I watched him check out my trim build as I was instant in following.

“Hot damn you sure smell good!” I told him while gazing hard into those eyes, being that I was close enough. He smiled as he looked into my brown eyes, then I felt his hand on my cock. He first let his fingers wrap around it. Then he gave it a mild squeeze and slow stroke that felt really nice. It was then so wild to watch those eyes widen, and his expression change to one of satisfied, open-mouthed amazement as he loosened grip, and let his hand go the full nine-inch length.

“Damn.” He said calmly, and then separated us a bit so he could get a look. It was a lengthy look, and I tried all I could not to be smiling when he looked back at me. But I grinned like always. Because I knew he’d be impressed with my cock. I killed the mouth-watering urge to lick his goatee, and then unfastened jeans on the way to my knees. He thanked me for the smell good compliment just as I tongued the head of the seven and a half inches of uncut cock jutting toward me. I licked my lips, then for the few minutes that followed, it all came down to a simple acquaintance; my mouth getting better acquainted with that cock.

I gave it a good stare, licked it over to the balls and back. Then took it past my lips and teeth, loving every feeling of it touching my tongue. It throbbed so wonderfully on my eager oral rag while he showed his eagerness to feed me. My fingers pushed his pants a bit further down those thick, solid and hairy legs. Slid up and down them, then got a groping grip on a rather fine-feeling set of ass cheeks. The guy put a hand on the back of my head and took me along as he leaned his wide back against the wall. The man-lover within surely loved knowing he was watching me work him over, and that he only wanted more of what I had to give.

Within my full eagerness of following the forceful push down, I realized just how big his hand really was. Just that one, with fingers splayed and gripping, covered half my head of scalp-cropped curls. While the rush from that rolled through, I meshed the thickness of my black moustache with the brown of his pubes, and slid a hand up and across his toned, hair-dusted torso. Pinched the plump left nipple just hard enough to make him gasp, then I fed my olfactory by inhaling more of that wonderful smell emanating from his fine body. I’d have sucked him all day, just to get my nose full of that scent. And feel the hair that dusted his thick calves and thighs, travel under my right hand. The more I did to him, either physical or oral, the more he talked to me. About how good it all felt.

From the eagerness of my mouth, to the salivary heat of my thick tongue--how wildly it traveled over his cock. As his thick, crotch-smelly fingers eased with slight tensely over the fringe of my moustache, he told me to keep on grunting and groaning. For all of it felt good rolling down his shaft. He said he loved the way I used all my long fingers to grip and grope over the solid hairiness of his body. I was going at that guy sort of slow…at first. But the more he expressed liking for what I was doing, and told me to do, the hotter I got. That made my play over him get a bit tighter in grip, as I savored that cock first, by licking all over it. Once it was fairly wet, I rolled up the foreskin, licked, slurped and lip-nipped all over it. Slid my tongue between it and the head, moved it round as best I could and just set him wild. Then I moved on to those large, low-dangling balls while playing hands over his upper body.

Next, I went lower to the floor. Lengthened grips in the side, back and lower ass areas of his manly flesh, and got to licking just below those yummy nuts. That’s what really got him to going. Talking down to me a bit louder, and hotter. As he gaped his thighs to give me more access, he told me to take him, lick him there good. That guy r e a l l y loved the feel of my wild tongue over his middle. Said he’d let me do it all day, should it allow itself time. [If then would have been the time, I damn sure would have been willing]. After deeply inhaling his next fresh breath, he simply told me to go. And because he did, I did.

Though every knowledge and warning bell and signal went off in my sensible head, I inhaled another olfactory-pleasing round of his cleanliness, then groaned and lapped with full lust over the fringe of his hole. I understood not a word of what he said when I did it, but knew it was surely something in my favor. I told him how good he tasted, dealt the second lap. He grunted with obvious pleasure, and then moved me away from himself by simply stepping forward. I slid a hand over his firm, fur-dusted ass as he stepped past me and assumed the frisk-me position. Doubt if he knew why, but I cursed myself out loud for being so weak as I gazed with absolute man fuck hunger over him. Yet I pushed my jeans further down my muscled calves so as to spread my legs wider. Followed my hunger and his clean, masculine allure and went for that hole with sheer abandon. I was immediately growling with the years-long standing hunger. Pawing at his wide back and firm cheeks like wild. He was bent as far forward as he could be, seething and such as he used a hand to play with my cut cock and low balls. Actually got lost in my greed for his hot hole so fast and easily, I wasn’t fully aware of it becoming too much for him until he physically moved me away from himself. I could only turn to him with still moving and eager tongue and a look of total wonder when he turned to face me.

“You’re too good at doing that,” I watched his sensual mouth say, and then he grinned. “You’re gonna get me loud in here.”

Before I could respond much beyond my own understanding grin, he had that hot, throbbing cock first just far enough away that all I could do was stare, wag my tongue out and want it. Then he began to drag it over my black moustache when I closed my mouth to swallow. You’d best believe I held out only seconds before I took that uncut cock right back in to my skillful greed. Sucked up and down it like I had never released it. Growled long, deep, and meaningfully pawed the meaty muscularity of his ass and thighs all the while I held him in the loving warmth of my throat.

We somehow got our moves together, and he managed to take the two steps backwards, and sat on the wall bench with me still bobbing away. With increasing volume, he continued to spout some pretty affective fuck-speak and apply one or both those thick-fingered hands to my happily working head. My throat put forth moans to his every word. I would occasionally hear his head bang on the wall when I’d throat all his meat and hold for a bit, then go right back to sucking. But I loved it all the more when it became multiple, breathy, groan-enforced bangs for performing the take down and hold. Every word that guy spewed, and every varying touch he applied to my head, neck, face and back. Hot d a m n did it ever fuel my hunger for him. To the point where some of the things I did seemed to carry an edge we both enjoyed. We knew it was due to the stranger factor, which made our tryst all the hotter.

It soon came to where that big man groaned, pulled it free then began to stroke that rigid dick full-fist. Feeling the need to keep my always-eager mouth busy licking or sucking over some part of him, I moved first to his balls and tried licking while I watched his action. But the more I followed the trail of hair, the louder and more hungrily I groaned. I was soon at his middle, and then within no time, had finally grunted my way back to the heat of his hair-fringed hole.

Didn’t take but a few grunt-accented licks before the man was on his feet again, was looking to be frisked, and getting all the more louder with enjoyment. I loved every minute of it as I eased hands up and across his wide back, over the broad shoulders, all around the expanse of his hairy chest and firm belly. Then I grazed fingers down his ribs to his ass again. I could hear his heated whispers between my groans and grunts, and swore that somewhere in there, I heard him tell me to stop. But I didn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Feels so good, man!” He growled in whisper as my hands went up and down his thick legs. “You got me so hot, I gotta make you stop!”

I tightened grip on his calves, groaned in full protest, and even hunkered in closer to him. But he eased us apart and sat back on the bench with slightly heaving chest, open thighs, and a look so hungry it made my stomach growl.

I greedily sucked down the throbbing temptation of that cock when the stranger turned it in offering. Sucked it slow and played my long fingers meaningfully over all his built form. I deeply inhaled his clean and wonderful smell, and admired all his manliness and pure masculinity. That hot, hair-laced stranger had surely hit that right switch of desire with me on that day. And I soon had him again standing as I went first for his perineum, then wagged my eager tongue out further for more of his hot and hair-fringed hole. I realized his restraint through the tensing of his thick thighs, but stroked my nine-inch snake a bit harder in the hope that he’d let me through.

He told me it felt good. So good he was gonna shoot his load real soon. I first grunted in response, told him to s hoot that load, then went back to alternating forceful lapping and biting over his tenderness. Though he seethed and shied away from my light nibbles, I heard a whole different feeling in the depth of his lust calls. Within our exchange of hot fuck-speak, he quickly admitted to liking how I did it, even though it felt strange.

His first loudest call of carnal enjoyment came when I eased tongue hard in the crux of the thigh and crotch on the left side. The second and final loudest came upon the drag under his balls, and a repeat licking on the right. I got three licks and a nipple roughing into it before he told me his load was really soon to be coming. I moved back, stroked the thickness of my cock a bit faster and talked every coaxing word I could to him. Watched with a transfixed gaze as that thick-fingered, fellow left-hander stroked the delightfully mouth-filling girth of that meat.

I couldn’t help but get closer to that cock as it throbbed up to shoot. I have always loved watching a cock shoot, and his was no exception. It put forth that white heat in more than four far-flung shots, and oh-boy-what-a-substantial-amount pouring out after. I said so much about that cock load, and got so much into watching it, I heard the energy of my lust when my first shot or so splashed back to the wall under the bench.

Afterward, as I watched him clean his cock and put it away, I couldn’t help but think. About that thing I’ve always had about guys thanking me after sex. Damn sure hate it. It’s no favor; I enjoy men too much for that. But it happens almost without fail. I expected it of him, so I thanked him first. To get the same unmistakably shitty look I’ve been known to give.

He chuckled and nodded in understanding acceptance, and returned the thanks. I got one last look into his handsome face, with those green eyes, thick moustache and sexy smile. Then I left him alone in that booth.

Much to my chagrin, the video game was still waiting for me upon returning to the corridor. I played it and got my moniker on the board for the first place high score.

GRIFFIN