As I set my suitcase down and stepped into my hotel room for the week, the last thing on my mind was finding someone willing to eat my shit. But as I closed the door behind me and made my way towards the bathroom, I noticed something strange lying on the floor in front of the toilet.
At first, I thought it was just some weird decoration or something, but then I realized it was a person. A man, to be precise, lying face-down on the hard marble tiles, naked from the waist down, and with his face just inches from the toilet bowl.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Well, hello there," I said, kneeling down next to him. "You can't even go to the bathroom in peace on vacation, huh?" He didn't respond, but his eyes were closed and he seemed to be in some sort of trance or ecstasy.
Without giving it too much thought, I did what any normal person would do under these circumstances – I took a piss. I stood in front of the urinal and relieved myself, feeling the warm stream of urine hitting the water below. It was strange, but also kind of arousing, to know that this man was going to drink my piss when I was finished.
When I was done, I stepped back and let out a bit of an awkward laugh. "Well, now it's your turn," I said, nudging him with my foot. He still didn't respond, but I saw his mouth opening slightly as if he was stretching his lips.
I took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, and then bent over the toilet bowl. I spread my cheeks apart and stared at my asshole in the mirror. It was tight and puckered, but ready for what was coming.
I pushed my ass back against the toilet seat, feeling the cool metal of the rim against my sensitive skin. Then, without waiting any longer, I pushed.
It was a slow, agonizing process at first. I could feel the pain and discomfort as my thick, meaty cock pushed its way out of my ass. With each thrust, my body cried out in protest, begging for mercy. But I pushed through the pain, knowing that it would be worth it in the end.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt the head of my cock poke against his lips. I took a deep breath, and raised myself up slowly, feeling the weight of my massive dick pressing against his mouth.
I looked down at him, admiring the way his lips stretched around my girth. "Ready?" I asked, my voice strangely deep and booming in this small room. He didn't respond, but I saw his eyes roll back into his head and heard a soft moan escape from his throat.
I pushed down one last time, feeling my thick cock slide easily into his waiting mouth. He gagged a little bit, but didn't pull away. Instead, he started bobbing his head up and down, taking my entire length into his mouth.
It felt amazing, like nothing I had ever experienced before. The way his warm, wet mouth enveloped my dick, the way he moaned and gagged as he tried to take it all. It was like being worshiped by a goddess of pleasure.
As I started fucking his face, feeling his lips smacking against my skin, I realized that this was what I had been missing all along. This was what true pleasure felt like – unbridled, uninhibited, and completely free from judgment.
And as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, I knew that there was only one way to end this perfect moment. With a final thrust, I exploded, feeling my hot cum shooting down his throat, filling his mouth to the brim.
He kept sucking, pushing my cock deeper into his throat as he tried to take it all. And when I finally pulled out, he lowered his head slowly, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure.
"That," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart in my ears. "That was incredible."
