Freshened Perspective

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

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Why I thought I could survive a twelve-hour road trip without any stops, I shall never know.

Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking?

The picture might have been different if I hadn’t been piling up empty soda bottles and cans in front of the passenger seat. I could hear them rattling and rolling around even now, though it was too dark to see them unless I was passing a streetlight.

I was home, but I knew at this point that I wasn’t going to make it home… Well, not without pissing myself, which I would rather avoid. The problem was that it wasn’t a huge city. I was in the outskirts, and not much was open this late at night… Or is it early in the morning? I glanced down at the time: 3:34 AM. I was doing a potty-dance in my seat, my feet pulled back from the peddles as cruise-control carried me steadily forward at forty-five miles per hour.

Off in the distance I noticed a sign that I never had before—One word, illuminated in bright yellow: Adult. It was off to the side a short distance, and I had to guess which side street to turn onto. Fortunately, I guessed correctly, and soon I was pulling into the smooth parking lot of… The only signs there said “Adult” and “24 Hour.” Despite that, the building itself was what I would actually call nice. The lights around the building revealed lush flowerbeds and landscaping, almost like a thin park wrapping the building.

Clearly this place had been here for a while, and I couldn’t believe I’d never so much as heard mention of it. Even the sign, high in the air so as to catch eyes from the main road, had escaped my notice for the three years I’d lived here.

I shook my head and shut off my engine with one hand, opening the door with the other. Crisp autumn air shattered the cocoon of warmth that I’d been taking for granted, and the temperature change had my bladder contracting with renewed fury. I squeaked, slammed my door, and rushed inside.

“Excuse me!” I gasped, going right to the clerk behind the counter—a disinterested looking dude with close cropped red hair and a short, snout-like nose. He looked vaguely familiar, like I’d seen him around the university or something. “Where is your bathroom!” He grinned and let out a little snort of laughter as he looked up at me.

“At the end of the hall,” he said in a mix of sympathy and amusement, pointing me in the right direction.

“Thank you!” I squeaked over my shoulder, already moving in the direction he’d pointed. I rushed down the hall, not paying attention to anything else in my quest to reach a toilet before I lost control of my weakening pelvic muscles.

Can’t hold it!

I finally came to the bathroom and rushed inside, heading straight for the nearest urinal. I fumbled at my fly, my muscles giving way and allowing a few, tiny spurts of pee to soak my underwear and jeans before I could aim and let go.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I let out a long, relieved sigh as I finally started to relieve the pressure. I looked up right as I started to inhale, and that’s when I noticed what looked like one of those automatic air-freshener dispensers strangely low, right in front of my face. As I inhaled, there was a low, mechanical hum, and a little puff of mist sprayed me right in the face and filled my lungs.

I blinked my suddenly violently heavy eyelids a few times, still peeing, and then the weight vanished. It was a horrible air-freshener; it didn’t smell good, or fresh… It smelled like… like a locker room, I concluded, and it was making my head feel funny… Could I be allergic to it?

I didn’t go far down that line of thought, though. I was almost immediately distracted by the feeling of my cock swelling in my hand. It didn’t matter that I was peeing, it was getting hard anyway. Even as I sprayed piss into the urinal, I gave it a little squeeze and gasped when I feel it go fully rigid. My pelvic muscles spasmed and began to jerk outside of my control, blasting spurts of my piss into the urinal.

A wave of heat drove those thoughts from my mind.

I’m so hoooooot!

I let go of my pissing erection and jerked my shirt up over my head and off, tossing it irreverently to the bathroom floor. Freed, my cock started to flop around, spurting pee all over the place.

I didn’t care.

I was so hot, I just needed to get my pants off. I fumbled with the button and pushed them down, bending forward to shove them all the way to the floor. As I was bent over, my face and cock came into alignment, and I blasted myself right in the face.

Dizzy, I bent my legs and sank to my knees, struggling to kick my pants free. The last few spurts in my bladder slashed across the floor in little, fading spurts, finally leaving me kneeling there, hard, naked, and dripping.

What is happening?

My head was still swimming. I shook it back and forth, coming to a stop when I noticed a hole in the partition between the urinals and the first stall. The hole itself was unremarkable. What was noteworthy was the huge cock that was slowly sliding out of it. My jaw dropped, and I just knelt there staring at it. The heat inside surged as if a bellows was fanning the flames, and I could hear myself panting.

I’ve never seen another penis this close before.

It’s so big.

I didn’t even know they could get that big.

And it’s getting so hard.

I didn’t know looking at a cock could be so much fun!

I wonder what it tastes like…

I didn’t realize that I was crawling toward it until I was able to smell it. I breathed it in, and the heat that was overwhelming me got even stronger. It was too much! Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing I could think of—I started to suck on it.

I don’t know if it cooled me off any, but it gave me something to focus on; something to cling to. The floor was cold and wet with my piss, but I didn’t care. I’d never sucked on a penis before, or even wanted to, but now that was all I could think about.

I didn’t even stop when I heard the door open behind me and a group of guys came into the room. Their conversation trailed off as they saw me. I knew what they had to think, seeing me like this, kneeling in a puddle of piss as I sucked on a dick, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I just groaned and kept sucking.

“Haha, oops,” I heard a voice call from inside the stall—the man I was sucking on. I recognized his voice, it was the dude behind the counter; I hadn’t even noticed him follow me in.

“No worries, buddy. Mind if we have some fun with this end?” A deep voice rumbled behind me.

“Not at all, help yourself,” the clerk said from inside the stall.

“Keep sucking, buddy. I’m just gonna use your shirt to clean off a spot for myself,” the man growled behind me, and then I felt fingers tap against my hole.

A lightning bolt shot from his fingers to my brain, and then back down from my brain to my dick, making it jump and bob. I moaned and started sucking more enthusiastically.

“Daaaaaaamn,” he rumbled, tapping my hole and sending burst after burst of pleasure surging through my body.

“Hungry hole?” The clerk asked, breathing deep.

“Aww, yeah,” the man said, and then he spit on my hole.

He’s going to fuck me!

Big, blunt pressure met my hole, increasing at a steady rate until it just slid into me.

“Nnnnnnnn!” I moaned eagerly, still sucking. “Nnnn! NNNNN!”

“No point being gentle,” the clerk said. “Just fuck it.”

And he did.

The man I’d never even glimpsed grabbed my hips and started driving his dick into me in, long, powerful strokes, sending me bouncing forward onto the cock I was sucking until my face was pressed against the stall. Pinned in place, the clerk started to actively fuck my face through the hole, and then something new happened.

Something filled my mouth.

Something new, unknown.

Something that tasted unlike anything.

Something that tasted good.

I had three gulps of it in my belly before I reasoned out that he was cumming in my mouth. My eyes flicked and darted behind my closed lids as I licked and slurped and gulped. I’d never sucked a cock before, and right now that was my greatest regret.

“My turn,” the man fucking me growled, pressing himself all the way inside me. His cock swelled and started to pump my ass full of cum. The feeling of cum filling my ass sent me over the edge, and my untouched erection started to squirt my own load down into the puddle of piss beneath me.

Both cocks pulled free, and I collapsed, my limbs slipping and sliding as I went down. Laughter exploded through the restroom, and the clerk came out of the stall, still tucking his cock away. From down here, his nose looked even more piggish.

“Well, I better get back to work. You gentlemen have fun.” My eyes followed him as he walked out and came to rest on a group of five big, burly men in leather. One of them was tucking his cock away, but the other four had theirs out and were lazily stroking as they stared down at me.

“Here piggy piggy,” one of them taunted me, wagging his erection at me.

“Unnnh!” I groaned as I struggled to my feet and tried to crawl over to him. I slipped at the lasts moment and ended up pressing my nose right into his nuts. The men laughed raucously, and a hand pressed against the back of my head, holding me in place.

“Take a deep breath, piggy,” the man ordered, and I did.

“Mmmmmmmm!” I moaned into his nuts. Fingers tangled in my hair and then tugged my head back. He put the head of his cock at my open mouth and shoved forward. I didn’t resist, I just took his massive penis all the way down my throat.

“Guess I’ve got tails,” one of the other men said, and another set of hands grabbed my hips, shifting me around until I was positioned to his liking. My cock had started to go soft after I came, but as I got ready to get fucked for the second time it surged back to life. I was so happy that I’d tried to hold my bladder for so long! If I hadn’t, I might have never figured out how good it felt to be a faggot.

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