After the Concert
It was the end of the concert, and my bro and I had to piss bad. As soon as it ended we ran to the bathroom to discover a line that trailed down the hall. After having a few beers throughout the show, it felt like my bladder was about to burst.
We were finally in the bathroom and I didn’t think that I could hold it any longer. “Look,” said my brother, pointing at a free urinal. “C’mon, let’s get it before someone else does.”
Due to the dire circumstances, I decided that I didn’t mind sharing a urinal with my brother as long as I could empty my bladder. I ran over to the unoccupied urinal, my brother at my side. We pressed up against each other, squeezing between the dividers as our fly’s went down and our dicks came out.
I let out a relieved sigh and threw my head back as a golden stream of piss left my cock. It felt so good to finally release my aching bladder. I looked down at my dick, and my eyes traveled to my brother’s cock, pissing just as hard as I was. It was bigger than mine, dark pubes creeping out from his fly around his thick shaft. As the last few drops left his cock, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I had never been interested in other men, but something about his hairy prick made my mouth water.
“You like what you see?” he whispered as he shook his dick, a few drops of piss flying into the urinal. I quickly looked up at him to see him staring right into my eyes.
“Oh I uh“ I said as I quickly looked down at my own dick, putting it back in my shorts.
“Hold up a minute,” he said, putting his hand on mine and stopping me. I felt his eyes on me as his dirty hand reached around mine and grabbed ahold of my growing cock. “Come on, grab mine,” he said, removing his hand from his soft, sweaty cock. “No one can see.”
I kept my eyes down as I reached for his hairy member. I was already rock hard in my brother’s hand, his tugs on my dick driving me crazy. “Atta boy,” he cooed as I rubbed his greasy shaft. The smell of our sweaty cocks and piss filled my nose.
“I knew you’d like your brother’s big cock.” He unclasped my dick and put his hands behind his head, enjoying my eager hand on his hard cock. “Stroke my big fuckstick,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.
All of a sudden, he pushed me o to my knees, the back of my head resting on the urinal. I tried to hide between the dividers as much as possible as my brother aligned his musky cock with my mouth.
“Mm, fuck yeah boy,” he taunted as he thrust his hips back and forth. “Those pretty lips feel amazing on my cock. Take this dick, cocksucker.” His damp pubes invaded my nose as he thrust his shaft down my throat. I started to rub my own cock, his words making me twitch. Suddenly I exploded in intense orgasm, cum coating my t-shirt.
“Looks like the little fag is enjoying it, too,” he said with a snicker as he took his beef from his back pocket and took a swig. Without warning or any moans, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down onto his smelly prick. I gagged hard as shot after shot of slimy cum fired down my throat. I turned red, his pulsing cock blocking my airway.
I coughed as he pulled out, a line of mucus connecting the tip of his thick dick to my pink lips. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot, faggot,” my brother said as he zipped his jeans back up. “Don’t come out until all of these men are done.” He smirked and left, revealing the line of men waiting for this urinal (despite the bathroom being almost empty). I looked up at the burly man who was next in line. He was big, a thick layer of fur covering his exposed arms. His muscular body was covered in a thick layer of fat. His chubby face had a long beard, a trucker hat pulled down over his eyes. He looked down at me and spat on me, taking out his surprisingly big manhood. I couldn’t observe him any more before his leaking boner was thrust deep into my throat.