RESTROOM SEX RPG 
Scuford feels horny. He is craving for sex and pleasure. Last week at the restroom of the restaurant he had noticed that the walls were covered with graffiti, mostly sex ads and drawings. When taking a leak he read the proposals and the very suggestive art. He’d also noticed the spots on the walls which were clearly cum. The ads and their responses were like stories of which he filled in the blanks later, alone in the bed of his small room. 
However, it was time to have his own adventure. Sex was waiting there somewhere. So in the evening he goes to the diner and searches feverishly an ad that looks promising. He ignores the obviously outdated ads, those of sadomasochistic sex, the scat ones. One gets his attention: “top/bottom, horny in more than one way,comes around here every Tuesday night at 19:30 for chubby young guy.” No indication of date. 
“I'll be here tomorrow to see if someone actually shows up”, he thinks. 
It’s Tuesday. Scuford arrives at 19:25. He tries to pretend being busy with something in case someone would come in to actually use the sinks and urinals. Time passes too slowly. The beardog’s nervousness increases and for a moment he feels the temptation to flee this place, he’s a little nauseous. 
“What possessed me? Could it be dangerous? What if I meet a satyr or a sadist of some sort, what if it’s Evil Force?”, he asks himself. After washing his hands for the fifth time, he looks at his watch again: 7:35 p.m. The door opens and a heavyset bull comes in quickly, a little short of breath. He has a pretty face, a scarification mark on his forehead, very short hair, brown eyes, the lines a little childish, a loop to the left ear. 
“Hi, I am a little late”, the bull says while thinking: “What a handsome beardog. He’s so very cute.” The bull undress him with his eyes from head to toe. As far as he can judge through the jeans, the beardog has a package filled with dick and a nice big bubble ass. He pleases him. They look at each other for a few moments and the bull asks bluntly: “Are you expecting someone?” 
Scuford replies affirmative. The bull approaches him and grabs him firmly by the waist. They dive into each other’s eyes in search of desire. Without much further ado the bull kisses the beardog on the mouth forcing his warm electrifying tongue inside. Their tongues and saliva mingles. The bull pulls Scuford closer and starts massaging his buttocks through his jeans. They please each other enough to continue. The desire of the bull sweeps out Scuford’s last scruples. Without letting go of the beardog, the bull takes him to the restroom cabin and closes the latch. 
The top of the cabin is not closed. Scuford thinks: “What if somebody surprises us? Perhaps another guy will look from up high to watch us giving each other pleasure?” This idea excites him even more. The bull feels how the beardog’s hands lift his shirt in search of his hairy chest and back. Scuford feels the warmth radiating on his hands. 
“How do you call?”, Scuford asks. The bull looks at him, already a bit bewildered. “Call me R Tur” he says while undoing the beardog’s belt and jeans which fall on the ground. He sees a nice thick dick, erect and willing to give pleasure, covered in a hairy bush. Scuford reacts likewise and opens the button of the bull his pants, kneeling down and revealing an already hard penis. They pull each other close again and their two dicks meet. Their bellies bumping and rubbing against each other give them intense pleasure. The bull continues kneading his lover’s buttocks and licks alternately the neck and ears. Scuford goes for R Tur’s moobs, he can feel the nipples protruding slightly and tense. He twists them gently. R Tur raises Scuford’s shirt. He chews the nipples while the beardog touches his short hair, silky and shiny. 
While R Tur softly bites Scuford’s nipples, he strokes him at the same time. After some time he descends to the belly button but he does not dwell there, that's not his target. He kneels. He takes the majestic dick in his hands and lifts the top. Their eyes meet. R Tur begins to wander around Scutor’s dick with his tongue and with all the lust he can muster. He goes down to the balls while maintaining a firm grip on the beardog’s shaft. 
The tip of his tongue sends waves of pleasure in Scuford’s neck and body. R Tur’s hand rubs his ass, hips, nipples and back while stimulating the hot rod in his mouth. Scuford closes his eyes and let pleasure invade forgetting that they are in the toilet and can be surprised at any time. 
The bull loves the way the beardog smells, nice and musky. The dick fills his mouth and the beardog’s hips sway to the rhythm of his lips and hands. From time to time he grabs his own dick to give it some attention, not that he needs it to maintain his erection. He gets up while licking the beardog’s body from his belly up to his lips. Both are holding each other’s dick in hand and stroke it up and down while sloppy kissing. 
The beardog’s dick is giant. Their hot bodies are glued to each other despite their clothes which hinder them a bit. Suddenly the bull holds a bit back because he feels the pleasure building up fast and he doesn’t want to cum right away. He pushes the beardog back to the wall and goes down on his knees to swallow that giant dick as deep in his troath as he can. A tremor runs through Scuford’s spine when the bull kneads his balls and ass. 
R Tur would have sucked for hours, varying the pace but he wants something else. He wants the beardog to take him there under the harsh neon light, in an atmosphere that blends chemical smell and urine. He gets up and kisses the beardog, turning his back to him and presenting him his ass. His buttocks are pressing against Scuford’s dick. Their movement caress the erect cock. A bull in heat. Scuford grabs the hips firmly and rubs his belly against them. He spits saliva on the butt crack presented to him and smears it in the ass. Then he spreads the buttocks and his tongue begins to search the anus, entering it and working the muscles. His tongue penetrates very deeply, causing waves of excitement. Then he introduces a finger, moving away the tight flesh. With his other hand he strokes the bull and kisses his balls. The bull heaves a cry of pleasure. 
Now that it is open and lubricated Scuford is getting up, spreading the buttocks before him and entering his rock hard dick in the narrow space. He sinks into it slowly, taking care not hurting the bull. Then he starts his back and forth and R Tur lets out a loud groan. Tides of pleasure warm his senses. Scuford clings to R Tur’s shoulders and penetrates more deeply. The bull starts to moan, hands against the wall. 
They make so much noise it seems like the whole building can hear their cries of pleasure and banging against the cabin wall when Scuford hits the buttocks. He accelerates and then decelerates to simultaneously take care of the bull’s dick while nibbling his ear lobes and kissing his neck. Each time he enters completely inside, he grabs the bull’s belly and raises it a little. The bull is acting like the mirror image of his lover at the same pace as his thrusts and clinging with all his strength at the top of the wall. He loves being fucked hard in these shabby toilets. 
They both are on the verge of cumming. Scuford accelerates the rhythm knowing there’s no point of return. He must impale R Tur completely and as profoundly as possible. An electric shock goes through their body. They both let themself be overwhelmed by the tide of fun and cry out oud when unloading. Scuford in R Tur’s ass and R Tur on the walI. The thick cream of his cum is gliding slowly from the wall. They feel exhausted, head down, resuming their breath. 
They are face to face. R Tur starts kissing Scuford again and strokes his buttocks. His lips and caresses are tender and sweet. A few minutes later his dick comes to live again. He still wants more and Scuford too is not against a second tour. It's his turn to be fucked. He turns around, hands on the toilet tank, legs apart. R Tur spreads the beardog’s buttocks with both hands and starts licking them eagerly. His tongue enters, he loves the taste. 
Scuford’s ready. He says in a whisper: "Now". 
The bull stands up and penetrates him slowly. He enters easily and soon he is completely inside him. Scuford turns his head twisting his neck and kissing him passionately. R Tur shivers of pleasure. The high speed provides maximum pleasure. He pinches the beardog’s nipples. Scuford groans. As the beardog did before R Tur nibbles on his ear lobe, staying focused on the rhythm of his fucking. Waves of pleasure and pain roam the beardog’s body. He starts playing with his dick copying the speed of the bull that fucks him. His body has a slight convulsion. The enjoyment goes to a height making his body shake and his mind radiate. The cum flows into his hand and in the toilet bowl. 
Seeing the beardog’s cum splashing the toilet bowl stimulates the bull. He accelerates and discharges in the beardog’s ass in a small cry of victory. He continues fucking but at a lower speed now. Doesn’t want go off him just yet. The beardog turns and kisses him in gratitude. 
They pick up their clothes and wash their hands in silence. Then they kiss each other again on the mouth, quickly this time, leaving the restroom. On their way out Scuford asks the bull: “Will we see each other again?” 
The bull looks at him annoyed, saying: “In these furtive encounters, we forget who we are, we take pleasure, you do not commit, we do not know each other. That is fine with me.” 
Scuford goes to the parking lot, leaving R Tur on the steps of the entrance. He watches the beardog disappear behind the vehicles, getting into their car and riding away while honking at him. 
“WTF?!”, R Tur cries while running after the car, “Hey you little bastard don’t leave me here! Come back! We was just role playing!”