He looked about 45 years old, a receding hairline but a thicket of hair running down the nape of his neck and across his shoulders, a large blanket of fur seamlessly covering his face, neck chest and leading toward his trousers. It sprouted out furiously between his large chest muscles. He was a huge guy, but his pecs weren't all muscle. His nipples almost tucked under his large breast, they proudly stood out against the forest of chocolate brown hair enveloping them, flecked with prominent white hairs that congregated between his tits. His hair was pretty curly all over; he looked like he may have been of Turkish descent. He had a roman nose complete with protruding nasal hair, and nicotine teeth and stood about 6ft tall. His gut hung over his belt and pulled his t-shirt taught.
I realised I had been staring too long, his eyebrows knotted together and he gave me nod as if to say, 'what do you want'. I stared through him to give the impression I was looking at something else but he made his way toward me. I was waiting outside a public toilet to see if I could maybe give someone a blowjob, but there wasn't anyone there. It was about 6.00 and it has started to get dusky. He stared at me for a second, and went into the lavs. I followed after him to see if I could get a glimpse of him pissing... I think it was worth the risk, the worst he could do is punch me.
The acrid smell of stale piss hung in my throat. It also smelled pretty badly of shit. There was a stainless steel trough urinal down one side of the room, and a single stall that was responsible emitting the putrid smell of diarrhea. I walked to the other end of the trough and got ready to piss. I knew this was the only way I could convincingly get a glimpse of him without risking too much. I didn't need to go that badly but I managed a few short bursts before turning to see his stream of piss. It was the deep yellow kind of piss you only get when you've been dehydrated or hung over, it had buttery smell and it frothed up as it ran down my end of the urinal and drained away.
I realised I had been staring too long, his eyebrows knotted together and he gave me nod as if to say, 'what do you want'. I stared through him to give the impression I was looking at something else but he made his way toward me. I was waiting outside a public toilet to see if I could maybe give someone a blowjob, but there wasn't anyone there. It was about 6.00 and it has started to get dusky. He stared at me for a second, and went into the lavs. I followed after him to see if I could get a glimpse of him pissing... I think it was worth the risk, the worst he could do is punch me.
The acrid smell of stale piss hung in my throat. It also smelled pretty badly of shit. There was a stainless steel trough urinal down one side of the room, and a single stall that was responsible emitting the putrid smell of diarrhea. I walked to the other end of the trough and got ready to piss. I knew this was the only way I could convincingly get a glimpse of him without risking too much. I didn't need to go that badly but I managed a few short bursts before turning to see his stream of piss. It was the deep yellow kind of piss you only get when you've been dehydrated or hung over, it had buttery smell and it frothed up as it ran down my end of the urinal and drained away.