When Lust Comes by Will
Date: June 1, 2022

It was just about impossible for Craig Menken to take a piss without a hard-on developing; noticing that it was super complicated to accurately aim when his cock was stiff most of the time. Always, he ended up having to wipe his piss off the toilet seat, the floor, or the surrounding wall. He was always waking up with a boner and often found himself pissing on the floor before he reached the bathroom. At first he was embarrassed, but lately he was finding some perverse pleasure in it. He commenced to see pissing in a whole other way. Perhaps it was sick, he thought, but he seemed to revel in it.

Even at the moment, as he stepped back from the toilet bowl, he was trying to aim his piddling stream of steamy piss out of his rock-hard cock into the bowl. All this weirdness had begun about a week ago. And as he stood there splattering the bowl, walls and floor with his urine, he vividly recalled the shock and excitement of watching another dude do the very same thing.

He trembled with the recollection that masturbation was supposed to make you gay because it was self-love. "Oh, well, I am what I am, I guess?' he said aloud. He then wondered that with all his masturbation if he were still classified a virgin. But it was great, though, he recalled. Right out of nowhere it all had seemed to fall into place. A good whack off after a good piss was really the correct order of things.

Craig lived with his mother in a rather small house in a New England town called Sumpter's Cove The 18-year-old loved his moms, but she was always home and he never seemed able to spend some quality time massaging his recently, frequently-angry cock. The good thing about Sumpter's Cove is that it's a summer resort town. The place is packed to the gills during the warmer months; but come autumn, it kinda rapidly empties out. When he was younger he used to hate the quieter months. But now, since his body was constantly bubbling over with explosive hormones and had no privacy at home, he now anxiously waited for fall this year.

One side of town was right on the coast and it was lush with low sloping sandy beaches. The other side of town was a rocky shoreline, rife with abundant scrubby bushes and tall thick trees. This is the side of town that Craig ran to when his young body burned hot and tense with sexual arousal; where he ran frequently, and hoped that he wasn't abnormal.

When he wandered along a narrow trail, after a while he come to this old toilet block that was no longer used, and seemed to have been left there to eventually fall apart. Craig liked it there because it was dry, and except for all the sand and dry leaves that had blown in there, it was exceptionally clean.

A week after his birthday earlier this year, Craig had come there for the first time; and some guy who looked a few years older than him had given him his first blowjob. The guy's teeth kinda dug into his cock a bit too much, and he decided that if he were ever given a chance to do that to someone, he'd do a better job. All summer long he'd gone to that spot in hopes of it happening again - but it has always been empty.

That is, until a week ago. As usual he was horny as hell and made straightway to the spot. After having wished and hoped all summer long to encounter someone as freaky as himself, he lucked out. And just as he had done all summer he had drank several glasses of water before he left the house. He did this so that he would actually have to take a leak when he got there - and if someone was there, he wouldn't look suspect.

And today, as fate would have it, he was as happy as a bee in a hive when he approached the block. On this particular day, just as he walked into the spot, a dude traveled up the path leading from the beach and walked in the same time as him.

His heart raced, his cock throbbed, his head swirled.

The dude was a Middle Eastern male in his twenties with thick dark eyebrows and thick facial hair. Craig was 5'7"; the guy was several inches taller. Craig's body is thin to average whereas the guy's was just a tad beefy. The man's hat and attire suggested to the teenager that he must be one of those guys that go fishing along the rocky coast.

As Craig more closely regarded him, he was certain the oober-masculine guy was in no way there for the same reason as him. He became a bit crestfallen, if not annoyed. Annoyed that this guy was gonna interrupt his whacking off. He thought about turning around and heading back up the path. But he felt awkward since the guy had seen him heading toward the toilet. So instead of backing out, he continued on.

They reached the doorway at the same time, and when the guy brushed past Craig, a strong odor of beer filled his nostrils. The teenager noticed that the man was steady on his feet and couldn't figure out just how drunk the fisherman actually was. It wasn't until they were both standing at the urinal that Craig noticed the fisherman lose his footing a little on the raised bit of concrete. "Yup! He's pretty tanked!" thought the boy.

"Fuck all fish out there today! Too much schwell!" growled the man.

Hearing that, Craig hesitated in taking out his cock because he felt that sudden leap of a possible roaring hard-on. He was confused as to how he should take this guy, but still thought he'd take a chance and crack a hard-on. At the age of 18 it doesn't take much before a male sees the sexual side of just about everything.

The fisherman had moved up and stood pretty close to the teenager. So Craig thought if he pulled it out his boner fisherman would either compliment him on his big dick, or he maybe he'd try something.

Pulling down the elastic waistband of his shorts, he dug down inside the sweaty heat of his crotch and pulled out his cock. As usual the excitement of another male seeing his dick added that extra length to his meat. But Craig was kinda glad that at the moment his cock wasn't so stiff that he couldn't hold it in a pissing-position.

The Middle Eastern guy then undid his belt and just let his pants fall down around his knees.

Whoa! With that swift flurry of motion, Craig felt sexual giddiness control him as an electrical pulsing of intense sexual fire coursed excitedly throughout his body. Yeah, maybe there was a chance of something happening, he thought. He hoped. After all, no one drops there pants to the floor just to take a leak.

Craig held off from pissing as the fisherman turned slightly toward him, holding his dark meaty-looking penis in his right hand. Neither of them said anything as they both checked out each others package. The fat thick red head of the fisherman's phallus peeked out from the uncircumcised sheath. Both grew even more arousal as their glances traveled from their cocks into the other eyes.

"You like this?" asked the Middle Eastern in the most lascivious tone Craig Menken had ever heard. There was a definite thick accent, but there was no difficulty in precisely understanding the man's intent.

Craig gently nodded his head then turned to the urinal to piss before his cock got any stiffer. He really had to go, and wanted to get it over and done with so he could, hopefully, get a blow job, or even get a chance to lick the man's smokin' cock.

There were several seconds of a small trickle emitting from his slit before slowly building to the usual stream. It was at that moment the Middle Eastern man reached across and took his young pissing cock between his manly fingers. The dry hard skin of those fingers felt warm against it as he waved it about making wide sweeps of the concrete in front of them.

Soon Craig boldly took a cue from the man and reached across and excitedly took the man's fat warm penis into his hand. It wasn't pissing, nor was it hard yet. But at Craig's touch it began to grow in length,

The man continued to wave and fondle Craig's cock, then without stopping his exploration, he gently encircled the cock-head with his fingers. Craig's streaming piss hit hard against the man's palm and rivers of piss shot out from between those thick stubby fingers, spattering the floor and their feet.

Craig's warm urine soaked into his shorts and began to pool into his sandals - but he didn't backoff. He didn't flinch in the least at that moment. He wasn't sure if he liked it or what - he felt both fascinated by it, as well as grossed out - but he sure didn't want it to stop.

Letting his head fall back slightly, Craig pushed hard in an effort to increase the strength of his watery stream. The toilet echoed with the sound of urine splattering onto the concrete floor until he slowly emptied himself into that exploring hand.

There was almost an audible utterance of disappointment from the man as he cupped his hands under the boy's erect dick. The piss had stopped but a copious amount of precum had begun flowing from the piss slit. The man watched with a renewed excitement as the sticky juice dropped from the opening. Soon his fingers commenced to catch the droppings, and without looking at Craig he brought the juices to his mouth and let them flow between his lips. The man's whole body visibly trembled when he realized the taste of it. His eyes brightly rose to meet Craig's.

"You suck my cock, OK?" he grunted

Geez, it was only fair, thought Craig. He furtively glanced around and decided to guide the man into one of the cubicles. With his pants down around his ankles the Arab had to shuffle across the floor like some eager fuckin' schoolboy before sitting down heavily on a covered toilet bowl.

"You like this, do you? You want this, yeah?" said the man, flapping his thick cock between his fingers. He had cool control of his erection, but his glazed eyes and his raspy voice gave away his out of control horniness.

"Git down on your knees."

Craig knelt down between the man's legs and swiftly cupped those large meaty balls in his eager hands as the boner grew even larger.

"Go on; go on - you lick it, huh?"

Lowering his head, Craig makes a long, lengthy swipes of his tongue across the fat, dark, shiny, piss slit. Soon, he gave into to the feelings and the scent, he instinctively surrendered and opened his mouth. Slowly that tasty head traveled between his young lips and into his gullet, the man began to quietly growl as he gyrated his buttocks. The beguiling feel of that exotic, satiny penis sliding across his lips, tongue and into his throat sent a white-hot electric shock scattering throughout Craig's body. He trembled with gluttonous appetite, his mouth profusely salivating as he hungrily attacked the tasty throbbing cock-burger.

The angry Middle Eastern cock wildly leaped and twitched into the warm wet inviting mouth as it further lubricated Craig's devouring orifice with copious amount of precum. Craig groaned in soul-satisfying delight at the sweet/salty taste of the liquid gift. The boy clutched lustfully at the firm hairy ass cheeks and muscular thighs of the man who now grunted lewdly in his native tongue, as he crazily thrust his aching, stiff boner deep up inside Craig's mouth and throat.

"Agggh, I think...I think..." screamed the man as Craig's mouth commenced to fill with sperm. Quickly, Craig eased up off the exploding penis as it continued to spray across his young face and chest. It seemed the man was never going to stop ejaculating. Craig was being wildly inundated as spooge shot everywhere, while the man's face contorted into various masks of self-transcending orgasm.

Kneeling there between the man's legs, Craig looked up at him, totally amazed. He didn't know that such a plentiful amount of sperm could be stored in one man, The juice dropped from his hair, his cheeks, his shirt, as well as some dribbling from the corner's of his mouth. The man looked down at the boy with an expression of inordinate satisfaction.

"No..no...lick it..and swallow it!" he said when Craig began to wipe away the sperm drooling from his mouth.

After hesitating, Craig licked at the sperm around his mouth and then swallowed it. The tangy salty taste was intoxicating. Craig knew that he liked it. But it was more the thought of what he had done was what was turning him on. When he saw Craig's throat contract, he smiled; it was a lewd, dirty, self-congratulatory smile.

Standing up and stepping out of his pants, the man pulled off his top. He adjusted his cap before leaning back up against the concrete wall. His skin was brown and his chest was thick with hair that sensuously trailed down over that semi-six-pack stomach, on down to that massive growth of pubic hair. Craig could still feel his nose in that thick, damp, musky treasure bush. Spreading his huge muscled arms wide he gave indication he wanted to see Craig naked.

Pulling down his shorts and briefs, Craig kicked them aside. The front of his tee shirt was soaked with the man's spooge, so he left it on. His rock hard cock jutted up rigid and ready. Squatting down in front of the Arab, Craig experienced the feeling of the cool sea air that he loved so much circulating around his ass as his cheeks parted.

The man's penis instantly sprang into full, ready-to-explode erection again. Craig's eyes widened with sweet anticipation as he squatted there. He closed his eyes because he sensed this Middle Eastern satyr was going to inundate him with another unending spooge shower, again. His lips went to the thick, juicy, dark and throbbing cockhead. The searing contact prompted the man to growl aloud in painful pleasure. Craig's hands went up to cup those two huge extremely hairy balls. He felt the man's body stiffening with each pleasurable animal grunt as he commenced to lick at the piss slit that was flooding fierce rivers of precum.

It sounded as though the man was weeping as he heatedly encouraged the boy to set his gonads free again. With his hairy arms at his sides it gave Craig full control of that powerful Muslim cock.

Slowly removing the pounding phallus from his sucking lips, Craig aimed it down at his own rigid white pecker and instantly felt his own meat being splattered with a shower of Islamic spooge. It lambasted his stomach several times before Craig brought the juice-machine back to his lips and caught the last two spooge blasts in his welcoming throat.

He stretched his mouth wide to engulf the massive meatiness of the shooting cock. His mouth filled even faster than he anticipated. He swallowed as quickly as he could, as the hot alluring tang of Arab jism filled his horny teenage stomach. Sometimes his cheeks would swell with spooge before he got to gulp it down. But he held as hard as he could against the exploding cock, as cock-juice began escaping from the corners of his mouth, pouring down his chin and onto his tee shirt again.

With the heavy cock exploding while pushing against the back of his throat, Craig opened his eyes. He loved the way the man's eyes lolled around with pleasure against the concrete wall behind it; his eyes closed, he sweated profusely as he grimaced in ecstasy,

Craig was happily enthralled throes of ecstatic bliss. His mind and heart had transported him to a plateau that was far beyond all mundane earthly familiarity. Reaching down he commence to wildly pump his pecker, while he continued to lick, suck, and dine on that needy Middle Eastern boner. He finally felt the final orgasmic blast into his gullet; he held the juice in his mouth and let it flow beautifully all over his teeth and tongue. He visibly trembled in adolescent delight. His own rigid and quivering cock was in now dire need of release as the man, with both hands, eased his mouth up off his still erect cock and slammed his young mouth against the huge bush of soaked pubic hair and shouted "Smell....uuuum...smell! Taste!"

With his huge hands clamped tightly to the boy's head, he crushed it there while his body lasciviously gyrated against it. And no more than a minute later, the Arab's cock sprang and leaped powerfully again - and Craig knew it was time for another mouthful.

"More! More....yes...more" the man almost cried as he slipped the huge dark throbbing manhood between those sweet boyish lips again.

Craig could feel the semenic-onslaught boiling up in those bog hirsute balls as soon as his hot breath surrounded that god-like truncheon.

Simultaneously Craig was on the brink, as he frantically pumped his meat. The dark meat was in his mouth up to the hilt. Soon, with a hot breath shot through Craig's nose onto the wet musky hairy pubes, the teenager blew his load. Shots of jizz slapped up against his chin and underneath the man's balls.

It was hot!

A loud groaned reverberated through the toilet just before Craig felt his mouth being flooded, for the third time, with a tsunami of sperm. His oral orifice was swimming in hot, thick, white Arab juice. He was violently humping Craig's throat. The salt of the Arab, the taste of Arab cock and the smell of Arab crotch had electrified Craig's head until the onslaught was over. Finally all the spooge had slimed down his larynx and his flushed red face dropped and rested on the thick wet pubic hair. The air was alive with new smells as the man gently patted Craig's sweat-soaked hair as he allowed his, at last, softening dick slip from between those young hot lips.

"We do again, tomorrow, right?" said the man, slowly easing up. His huge left hand went to Craig's balls. Caressing them, he kissed him on the chest. Then, taking the boy into his arms, the Arab hungrily kissed those sweet adolescent lips; and greedily explored that oral cavity with his tongue as he licked and sucked at his own cum that warmly rested there within.

"Yes, we do again tomorrow!" growled the Arab, crushing Craig tightly to him.