Load Bearing

The Final Thrust

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I pulled my coat tighter around me, but the cold still found other ways in. It slipped through the gap at my collar, crept beneath my sleeves, crawled up the legs of my jeans, and settled against my skin like icy fingers. My ears stung, my nose burned with every breath, so I shoved my hands deep into my pockets and closed my eyes for a second as my fingertips found the last traces of warmth.

It barely helped, but for those few seconds, it was all I had.

I needed my hands warm. If I went in there and had to wrap them around something, I didn’t want them to flinch, pull away, or worse, run.

The park was almost deserted. Eight p.m. wasn’t especially late, but on a winter evening it felt as though the city had given up hours ago. As I cut across the empty paths, the only sounds were the gentle slap of the river against its banks and dead leaves skittering over the pavement in the wind.

A single light hung above the entrance, its yellow plastic cover cloudy with age, the inside littered with the tiny bodies of insects that had died there years before.

The narrow entrance swallowed what little light there was. As I rounded the bend, a faint glow leaked from somewhere inside.

There were just two cubicles.

I had the sense it wasn’t empty. There was someone here.

As I entered, I slowly bent down.

Two feet under the first stall, none in the other. The feet were facing the other stall.

I already knew what was between those stalls.

I crept to the end cubicle, recognizing the familiar graffiti on the faded gray door. It had been painted so many times that decades-old words still showed through the layers, carved too deeply to disappear.

The door squeaked from years of rust, then slipped through my fingers and slammed shut, the loud sound echoing through the small block. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, wondering if whoever was in the next stall would run due to my clumsiness.

I immediately saw the hole.

And more importantly, what was already hanging out through the hole.

It was thick, long, uncut, and slightly darker than the skin surrounding it.

It throbbed.

A bead of precum dripped out of the tip and ran down the sides. I had the urge to bend over and lick it before I did anything else.

Suddenly warmer, I took my coat off, hung it on the rusted door hook. Someone had drawn an eye on either side of the hook, turning its two curved prongs into fists raised for a fight.

I smiled, then covered the little fighter with my coat anyway, then I dropped to my knees, quickly rubbing my hands together to warm them up.

Whoever was on the other side hadn’t moved.

He was waiting.

My pulse, which had been loud enough already, suddenly seemed to fill the tiny cubicle.

I swallowed.

Then I leaned in.

My lips touched it, my tongue tasted it, licked it, and then my hands couldn’t hold back. I felt the softness of the skin, the hardness of the cock itself, and the warmth of it against my lips, the way it throbbed within my hands.

My mouth opened. He thrust forward, and I sucked it in. There was no slow beginning. One moment I was savoring the taste of his precum, the next, the large head of his cock drove deep into my throat.

The hole was large enough to push my fingers through, under his balls, pushing back toward his ass, gently massaging under there as his cock rammed my throat.

I closed my eyes, my body warming immediately as his cock thrust in and out of my mouth, trying to get as far down my throat as possible.

One of my hands jerking the area of his shaft where my mouth wasn’t, the other traveling under the flesh of his scrotum, sliding back to reach beyond it, pushing through hairs there that were almost in the most moist part of him.

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I yearned for it, while I sucked his cock, feeling the foreskin open on my tongue, the taste of his sweat, and the confidence of his thrusts.

He pulled out, my mouth suddenly feeling the cold emptiness.

Then I saw him drop down to a crouch. A man with a mustache, blue eyes that smiled, and lips that looked perfect for sucking.

I jumped up, unzipping, unbuttoning, pushing everything down so I could get my cock through the hole as fast as possible.

He wasted no time. His mouth was on it. So hot, incredibly hot, tight, sucking on the head of my cock, then swallowing the shaft, fingers going under and through the hole to play with my scrotum.

I closed my eyes, sucking in breath loudly, my hands against the grimy concrete divider wall, but not caring about that while the mustached guy’s throat made me forget where I was for a few minutes.

I pictured that handsome face, a dad probably, with my cock inside his mouth. And more, I pictured his ass, I imagined it was hairy, thick. I wondered how my cock would feel inside it.

Would the mustached man turn around and take my cock?

As he sucked my cock like an expert, soft at first, then building up, I pictured him.

A few minutes later, after I’d had to distract myself a few times to stop from releasing too quickly, he stopped.

The cold air surrounded my cock as the warmth of his mouth disappeared.

I waited a few seconds, not sure whether it was my turn to suck again.

I pulled out my cock, dropped to a squat again, waiting for him to put his cock through again.

I saw him, jeans around his thick, hairy thighs, turning around, his ass coming toward me.

My heart raced.

The mustached man had a perfect ass. It was solid, rounded, firm, hairy, and when he bent over, and I found myself staring straight into the very center of him, it wanted my cock.

When his ass came to the hole, I put my finger in, tentatively circling it, pushing in slightly, then I put it to my lips, sniffing it, licking it, then putting some saliva on it.

I heard him moan.

I licked my finger again, this time putting more saliva on it, then pushed it through, the tip of my finger entering him, imagining him arching his back, those blue eyes I’d only glimpsed for a heartbeat closing again as my finger slowly fucked him.

He loosened considerably immediately. I wriggled a little, felt how hot and how ready he was for me, and then I pulled it out, my cock throbbing, ready, needing.

I stood, putting as much spit as I could manage onto my cock, lubing it enough, then pushing it through the hole.

My eyes fluttered as I felt the head push through his entry. I felt him tighten, I heard him exhale loudly, then I felt him loosen.

I pushed my hips to the wall, my cock all the way through the hole, feeling the mustached man pushed back, slowly taking all of me.

I kept my eyes closed, my hands going up to grab the top of the wall for balance, my cock throbbing inside him.

I felt his ass pushing through the hole touching my balls and the front of me. Holding the wall above, my feet pushing into the floor, I pressed forward, while I felt him press back toward me.

I began fucking him, slowly, my body trembling as my cock slid out, then slowly slid back into him.

Each time he’d exhale loudly, and then he’d push back onto my cock, I’d push forward, my cock reaching deep into him, throbbing against his prostate, then we’d both release, back out, then come together again.

As I built momentum, my thighs began to slap the wall. At first they were little slaps, then I’d hear both my thighs slap the wall, then my balls slap his balls. He’d exhale, I’d exhale, then I’d thrust again.

I lengthened my strokes, confident my cock wouldn’t slip out, pulling out just enough, then ramming hard, fast, deep into him, the sound of my thighs slapping the wall echoing all around the small stall.

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There was movement in the wall. It was a little loose, and each time I fucked him and hit it with my hips, I felt the entire thing shudder. I scanned around me, not stopping or slowing down, still thrusting as I tried to work out what was moving.

When I couldn’t see it, I kept going anyway. His ass would push back, and I’d thrust forward through the hole, and each time, the wall would shake, the sound of balls, thighs, ass cheeks slapping would echo loudly.

I heard him moan, and I felt him tighten his hole, my cock throbbed even more, I felt my balls threaten to release immediately.

I pulled out, keeping the tip of my cock inside him, holding my whole body weight between my fingers gripping the top of the stall wall, and my feet under it, as I slammed my cock deep into him.

The wall shook, rattled, but held.

Slap, bang, rattle, slap, thump.

I fucked him hard, heard him moan, then groan, then suck in breath, then whisper something, it could have been ‘give it to me’, or ‘I love you’, I couldn’t tell.

This time the wall rattled hard, the entire building felt like it was shaking, it almost felt like it was moving under my fingers as I held onto it, fucking him through the hole, harder, faster, hearing him groan, “ooooh, ooooh,” louder, as my cock rammed through to him, pushing into his prostate, our balls slapping with a sharp sound.

“Argh!” I grunted, thrusting harder one final time, pushing myself hard into the wall, trying to get every millimeter of my cock deep into him, my balls screaming that they were finally ready to release, threatening to flood him with many days’ worth.

“Ohhhh!” I heard him cry out, the sound of someone blowing their load.

I grabbed the wall, my fingers lifting me up so I could put all my weight onto it, my feet almost lifting off the ground with a final thrust, like I was Tarzan, swinging in to fuck my seed deep into him for the final time.

For a moment I didn’t know what was happening as I let loose inside him. It felt chaotic, hearing him groan as he blew his load, feeling myself explode, our bodies yearning for warmth through a large hole.

And as I thrust into him, blowing the last of my seed into him, the entire wall shook, rattled, then broke off.

A horrendous sound erupted all around us. The entire wall slipped out of my hands, pulled away from me.

I shuffled backward, still blowing my load, but no longer inside him.

My hand went out automatically, continuing to jerk myself off to finish, as I watched the wall break away, collapse to the ground, then tilt away from me.

The other wall came up behind me, and I felt the coldness of my ass against it as I watched in horror, as the entire wall fell away.

I dropped to my knees, making sure the guy was okay. I saw him quickly pull his pants up, grab his coat, and moments later, he stepped over the rubble that was formerly the wall between us, nodded at me, and pushed the door open, which opened wide, no longer supported by a wall, and swung freely like a stable door.

The last of my cum dripped out, and I quickly pulled my underpants up, then my pants, grabbing my jacket and stepping away from the chaos and dust.

I didn’t even wash my hands, terrified of any repercussions, or aftermath, rushing for the door, looking behind me, realizing that both doors had now swung loose, low, sagging because their inner support wall had completely crumbled.

I zipped my coat up, rushed outside, thankful for the escape. I looked toward the river, and watched the mustached man turn, scan the building, look at me, then smile, then he kept going.

I smiled too.

What the fuck had just happened?

I walked away from the building, expecting the whole structure to collapse, and away from the cute mustached man.

The evening felt less cold, and as I ran for my car, I turned once more, saw the mustached man laughing as he walked.

That’s when I started laughing. I reached the parking lot, and I stopped walking, my hands on my knees. I laughed so hard, for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

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