Desperate – Shea Dixon (1)

Filthy…dirty boy…humping your own piss. His hips thrust against the towel. His ass clenched as he fucked the sodden cloth, driving a groove into it. He panted, breath coming ragged as animal urges took over. He reached back and ran his hand down the crack of his ass, drips of pee clinging to it. Doyle’s finger found his tight, damp hole.

Virgin territory, for him. No one had ever touched him there, but now he found himself probing the puckered, secret spot. Gentle pressure sent an electric shock through him. Fuck…yes… His eyes closed. He moaned as he slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside. He held it there, his ass locked tight around this new intruder. Doyle was lost in it. He thrusting became manic against the piss- drenched towel, almost painful as the cloth rubbed against his enflamed cock. Every nerve in him fired off as he delicately pushed more of his finger inside.

His body shook, overcome by overwhelming sensations. Fucking himself, fucking the towel, he trembled as the rush rocketed through him. Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me… He gave a forceful, final thrust and let himself go. A violent burst of hot cum erupted out of him, emptying into the towel. He felt it pool around his stomach, pressed against the wet cloth.

Around his finger, his ass clenched and spasmed, every twitch sending waves of unknown pleasure up his spine. Another blast of his milky seed spilled out. He groaned uncontrollably, primal sounds escaping him. His cock pulsed and pounded, forcing his sticky load out with spurt after spurt.

Finally, he calmed, letting his body sag. Little shudders ran through him as the wave crashed. He pulled his finger slowly out of his hole, every inch firing off nerves. He breathed deeply, catching his breath as the last drops of cum trickled out of his softening cock. Doyle rose to inspect his work. His legs were trembling. The towel was an obscene mess of piss and cum, the gooey white semen slowly sinking into the already saturated cloth.

His wilting shaft was coated in his own filth.

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He should have gone before he left the bar, Doyle knew that. But when the house lights go up, and the club that seemed exotic and sensual in the dark becomes garish and faded, you just want to leave. He waited outside the locked doors with the rest of the crowd who were equally garish and faded. Cabs were being called. Ride share apps were lighting up. Designated drivers were piling their drunk friends into the back seats.

Closing time at Doyle’s favorite bar was always a mildly chaotic and frantic exodus. It was like an animal migration. Water buffaloes careening through the Serengeti in search of the next watering hole. And looking at some of the crowd, water buffaloes wasn’t far from the truth. …stop thinking about water…you’re making it worse… ​He had to pee. He had to pee a while ago, but he had put it off in favor of another drink and a chance of chatting up the bartender. He never got anywhere with her, but every now and then his drink might be a little stronger than he expected.

He’d hit the bathroom at closing time and then call a cab. That was the idea, anyway. But when the lights went up, it seemed everyone else had the same idea. There was a line stretching back to the bar of desperate men and women waiting for the single toilet. And the bouncer was trying to shoo everyone out so the doors could be locked.

Figuring it would be faster to get home than wait in line, Doyle left for the street and called for a cab. ​It wasn’t faster, and the urge to relieve himself kept growing. Doyle bounced back and forth on his heels trying to distract himself from the building pressure. He was thinking the cab would never come. He looked around for somewhere to duck behind. He was a guy, after all, and guys could go just about anywhere if they had to.

But the street was still too crowded. Too many people might see and the consequences of that could be unbelievably bad. He wasn’t brave enough to have someone call the cops on him for whipping out his cock in public. ​He put his hands in his pockets and grabbed himself, pinching the head of his dick. It hurt, but that took a little stress off his growing problem.

Just a little diversion and he could imagine he didn’t need to go so badly.

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