Toilet Sex

Writing without direction, is for me like surrealism. You say I have to make with what I write. Not I. I turn my writing over to sex, without time, cutting, and pasting cut outs here, and there. If I am turned on, maybe you will be turned on. I want you to be turned on. Like an erection, there is no place for dallying. Erect, or hang limp.

Skin is my favorite fashion. Standing there in my twenty year old naked body. I slap her up against the wall, and try to slip my erection into her cunt, but it won't work, so we sit down on the toilet seat, and we try it that way, but it doesn't work that way either. Its like she is two tight, or perhaps she is scared of my cock. Maybe she scared of getting pregnant, because I don't have a condom. She has one hand clutching my cock like a lifesaver, so she definitely likes my cock.

I can hear the pleasant sounds of water running down the urinals, as we both dance stone naked, crushing our bodies together in the shithouse, and I can't help it, but cum all over the front of her.

Their is a plumber who is up a ladder fixing the cistern, and another guy, his apprentice replacing a broken seat in one of the toilets, but they have both stopped to look at us, as though our nakedness, and my erection was normal. Our clothes are scattered over the tiled floor, and the plumber has grabbed her panties, and stuffed them into his toolbox, while the one replacing the toilet seat is sitting on the floor in front of the toilet bowl, has pulled out his cock, and is peeling back the almost transparent foreskin, and is playing with it. His cock quivers, and shivers.

Well, the game is the body, and now she has three guys showing interest with their bodies, because the plumber who was previously fixing the cistern has unzipped his jean fly, and has laid out his cock which is growing in size. She seems to have put her fears aside, and is taking an interest in all three cocks showing an interest in her. Even my cock is stretching toward her, and has already forgotten it has basted its cum over the front of her.

Jouissance is filling our cocks, and they are crowing like roosters. The piss room is high on the smells of yummy cock musk, and urine. Two of us are butt naked, while the plumbers are cock naked. She is a woman in the domain where cocks are pulled out from behind metal zippers, and piss their owners liquid into hungry urinals. She squats over one urinal, and streams her piss into a catcher of pee. She is probably the first female to have done so in these toilets. We are all mesmerized by seeing her peeing so brazenly. Now she is one of us.

I want to talk about cocks, circumcised, or foreskinned wonders. Most cocks today are foreskinned cocks, because the religiously circumcised cocks have moved on. Its rare to see a circumcised cock these days pissing into a urinal, like it is rare to see a free-standing, stainless steel urinal, where cocks stand, side by side, visible in the shiny steel mirror, reflecting back to the guy beside you pissing out of his meatus. Cocks that are pierced are more common now, with hunky Prince Alberts spraying everywhere, and so many heads are no longer seen, owing to the baggy foreskins flapping above the pissing meatus. How can a guy not get excited at the array of cocks hosing down the urinals. Was that cock, pissing beside me, inside a cunt last night, or even inside a mouth, or an asshole. We guys are voyeurs, secretively taking in the many cocks we see, and their fantasy adventures.

Well the plumber's cocks are here for the plumbing, for the fitting, and the screwing. An algorithm is built inside of each of us. That is why our cocks are moved into action, at a sexual thought, or an erotic vision. That is why women are connecting to their peculiar brand of penis. Their cunts are connected to the sexual algorithm just like a guy's penis. Thirty, or forty years ago, her cunt was jouissanced to circumcised penises. Most of the Western world was circumcised thanks to religious beliefs that God was inspecting penises so you would be let into heaven. But God has relaxed and doesn't mind a foreskinned penis wending its way along his golden streets. So almost every penis these days is keeping its foreskin, and the females like it. A foreskin creates more interest in the sexual bedroom, or public toilets. A foreskin is like Xmas, it is the wrapper around the present.

There is no better place to have sex then in the public toilets. The stench of piss is immediate, and reminds me of men on their knees, blowing the cum out of me. I get off on the stench of piss knowing where it has come from. A memory of cocks, unloading hot piss, from the males who frequent the urinals. Hot piss glug glug glugging down the drains.

The plumber who was adjusting the valve in the cistern, had taken of all his clothing including his underpants, and he had the most hairiest ball-sac I had ever seen. The grey of his pubic hair devolved his age, with a raging erection, flag polling his sixty years plus. The one who was replacing the toilet seat was still sitting on the floor stroking his cock like a gooey cartoon character, with his clothes on, except for the gap in his fly where his rigid cock poked through seeking his attention. Sex gives permission to sexual play in places halfway between the public, and the private. Toilets are liminal places, they exist on the border, and only need a shove in the right direction for holy hell to break loose.

The female with my cum dripping down her belly was searching for her pink panty's now crammed between the plumber's hammer, and monkey wrench in the tool box. The plumber was between her legs inspecting her cunt. He was sniffing between her cunt lips, and checking with his tongue the gold he knew was there. His cock is so erect. I hope he doesn't break it.

I love it when I awake, and the sheets smell of cunt, and dried cum, where we sweated in our fuck. There is a greed in my cock. My cock being wanted by any sex. The salt from my cock flavoring many mouths, splitting the plump, rich fruit of tunneling cunts, or the dark chocolate of back door entranceways. I have a very small cum towel, back in my apartment, which is so stiff with dried cum. I have masturbated maybe three hundred times onto it, and it is coated in freeze dried, once gooey cum. It smells so biscuity I could eat it. I pull it out from under the bed, and sniff it, which sets off another erection, which minutes later will end up soaking the towel. Perverse. Maybe.

But the toilet fuck has not been completed, for in walks three young dudes, who pull out their fleshy cocks, and piss into the urinals while straining their necks to take a look at us. Their cocks are erecting in their hands before they have finished, and they look magnificent. We are all turned inside out by this sight. The algorithm has set in, and they pull down their pants exposing their hanging ballbags swilling with saucy sperm, which they need to release into any orifice that will have them.

One of them grabs the female, and turns her around, and forces his cock into her cunt, which has turned mud-slick without resistance, and goes to it fucking her hard, his ass pounding into her, as she oooooooos, and aaaaaaaahhs, from the rough pleasure she is receiving.

I grab one of the dudes, and present my ass to him, and he quickly prods his cock at my anus trying to get it in. With considerable pain his cock makes its way in, tearing the sensitive membrane that surrounds the entranceway. The pleasure soon outweighs the pain, and I move my ass like a whore that is dying for it, back, and forth. I am full of sweet cock. The Victorian men are being driven wild with a glimpse of my ass being pummeled by such a vigorous cock, don't they wish they could be here. Happy days. The other two males are sucking each other off. Their nobs are in each other mouths. What a sight.

Now ten more dudes have come into the toilet's, for a piss, and have pulled out their lush cocks, and are pissing into the urinals, as they strain their necks, taking in the scene around them. So many bubbles frothing down the drain. I am thirsty, eject my ass from the cock hiding in there, and pause for a drink. My tongue pricks a piss bubble in the bottom of the urinal, as I lap up warm piss like a cat with my tongue. My tongue can feel the ceramic, and the metal drain, as it swoops around the urinal. I am primal in my nudity, crouched over the bowl with my dick hanging down past my heavy ballbag, tongue at the pool, drinking each drop of piss, and swallowing it down. We all drink the piss of others. Every thing is being recycled. The air is full of moisture, which we take in, breath of hot piss, and all.

It suddenly hits me, that humankind is the only animal on this planet that is ashamed of its nature. We put it together prim, and proper, and hide away the body side of us. Who cares if I drink piss?. Who cares if I like being fucked up the ass?. Who cares if we display our bodies in a public toilet?. Decorum should not win. Dignified humans always win. Fuck that!. If we are consensual then why do we not go at it. Rip off our clothes of bother, and fuck to our hearts content. Male on male, male on female, female fucking male, or males, or whoever. We need to dance the skin off us. We need to drown in pleasure. Everything in life leads to sexual pleasure.

When they had finished their pissing into the open mouths of the urinals, the ten dudes turned around and stepped out of their pants. Ten hard cocks pointing in every direction. Ten straining cocks with loose hanging ballbags. Two were shaved, but the rest were exuberant with pubic hair. I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks. It excited me so much being in a public place with twelve erect cocks, and one spanking vagina.

The air in the toilet was thick with the stench of fresh piss, which charged my balls, and I was sure every ball-sac in the toilet's. The dudes circled the woman holding their cocks out for servicing, their tight butts just showing beneath their shirts. I can feel the cock heat like breath emanating in the space between us. The woman grabbed the closest cock to her, went to her knees, and began sucking his cock in her mouth like a piston valve, taking in all of his cock were it a piston. Some of the dudes had turned, and were kissing each other, pink tongues sliding into mouths, cocks pressing up against bellies, hands feeling the tight skin on their bodies. The older plumber had his phone out, and was snapping pictures for his own enjoyment, his cock down hanging between his hairy legs. I stood there with my cock excited to bursting, waving back, and forth like a branch in the wind.