Oktoberfest and the restroom
Last weekend, Jamie, Carl and I tried to go to Peoria's riverfront for Oktoberfest. We actually thought we could grab some genuine German food at the event which ... yeah, didn't happen. You could get spatzle, but then there was Polish noodles and a porksicle, but nothing really appetizing or really German.
I wandered for a bit, checking out the scenery, and I ran into a man with a fantastic beard. I showed my camera and said, "... may I?"
"Sure," he responds, "I'm not married."
"... uhm, buh????"
I had already taken the shot and walked away before I could register that, perhaps, that was a come-on??
Not procuring food at Oktoberfest, all of us went out separate ways; Jamie went home, Carl went bowling, and I went to a local restaurant, ordered food, and then went to use the urinal some time later. I finished my business, and started waving my hand by the soap dispenser. Presumably automatic, it failed repeatedly to register my multitude of hand waves, making it appear that I was trying to greet it, rather than attempting to get soap on my hands.
That's when I saw it. As I waved, I could see the large gentleman at the urinal. His thick cock was poking out of his shorts, and he stared at me, smiling, while he stroked his thick cock with his large hairy paw. I couldn't resist, and that's when I went to the urinal next to him, and took my cock out as well. He began to feel me as I thickened in his grasp, looking down at me and smiled, lowerering his 6'5" frame to suck on my cock. I grabbed his buzzed head and slid my hardness deep down his throat, and he relished every bit.
A noise from outside startled him and made him revert back to his "I'm just urinating" pose, and I zipped up and went back to dinner. When my partner-in-crime emerged, he sat at a table, not too far away. With his wife.
I wandered for a bit, checking out the scenery, and I ran into a man with a fantastic beard. I showed my camera and said, "... may I?"
"Sure," he responds, "I'm not married."
"... uhm, buh????"
I had already taken the shot and walked away before I could register that, perhaps, that was a come-on??
Not procuring food at Oktoberfest, all of us went out separate ways; Jamie went home, Carl went bowling, and I went to a local restaurant, ordered food, and then went to use the urinal some time later. I finished my business, and started waving my hand by the soap dispenser. Presumably automatic, it failed repeatedly to register my multitude of hand waves, making it appear that I was trying to greet it, rather than attempting to get soap on my hands.
That's when I saw it. As I waved, I could see the large gentleman at the urinal. His thick cock was poking out of his shorts, and he stared at me, smiling, while he stroked his thick cock with his large hairy paw. I couldn't resist, and that's when I went to the urinal next to him, and took my cock out as well. He began to feel me as I thickened in his grasp, looking down at me and smiled, lowerering his 6'5" frame to suck on my cock. I grabbed his buzzed head and slid my hardness deep down his throat, and he relished every bit.
A noise from outside startled him and made him revert back to his "I'm just urinating" pose, and I zipped up and went back to dinner. When my partner-in-crime emerged, he sat at a table, not too far away. With his wife.