He looked down in the urinal and saw my hand resting in the channel with his piss while the surrounding water remains without any color; then he put h...is dick back into his trunks as he said “Dude you really like that piss my dick made in the urinal; here give me your other hand.” He took my dry hand and put it on his wet swimming trunks so I can feel his dick through the fabric. He said “Go ahead dude feel that hot dick of mine, while I flush the urinal” I felt both the flushing urinal and. The breeze shifted and I caught her scent, which immediately caused me to harden. Carla noticed my growing erection and turned away to leave.I knew I should leave well enough alone, but by now I wasn't thinking too clearly. I reached out and held her pack with my hand. She turned back and started to shout at me to leave her alone.I pushed her back and the weight of her pack pulled her down. I lay on top of her and held her arms down.It was starting to percolate through my brain that this hadn't. "Let me get you wet first." I've beat you to it." What if I just want to lick you anyway?" Oh, in that case," and I lay down on his bed and spread my thighs wide for him. Oh, yes, this again, this wonderful feeling. I realized how much I had missed this feeling. His tongue, oh, and his lips and his sucking all around."Oh, god, Danny, I can't wait any longer. I want you inside me."So, Danny puts on a condom and crawls up between my open legs, his cock wavering as he nears me. It looks so big.. And even if true, my story obviously doesn't depict how this treatment really works on torture victims, but I thought it would make an excellent premise for an erotic story . Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and.