Flush, Lust And The Toilet Attendant

Scorching desert heat triggers a mirage that beckons and tantalizes.  But here in Very Rich Megacity  the surging summer heat, unrelenting humidity and pollution, triggers a surrealism populated by characters who should have auditioned for Salvador Dali.

Needing to piss after guzzling bottles of watermelon juice, FuelMix landed in a recently renovated, totally clean, fresh-smelling, public toilet. So clean, dry and spotless, one could have gone in barefoot. The elderly attendant appeared to be dozing, his shirt wide open, thick tufts of nostril hair symmetrically protruding made him look like a chubby slant-eyed walrus washed up on a wicker chair.

The toilet was deserted. FuelMix had gone commando all day (in this heat even the softest Calvins were agony) and in order not to piss on his shorts, pulled them down far to expose his muscled ass.  FuelMix stood at the shiny urinal pissing contentedly, his head slightly tilted back, his eyes not focusing on anything......certainly unaware that the dozing Oriental walrus had stirred......

There was heavy breathing on FuelMix's right hand side.  FuelMix turned his head and was startled to discover the grinning, heavily breathing Toilet Attendant leaning against the same urinal with his elbow, as if he was at a bar waiting for a drink. He was pointing at FuelMix's cock and his favourite cockring.....

"Wah...!!  Ho Keng !!"  (Cantonese for "so big") murmured the Attendant, licking his lips. Suddenly FuelMix felt a vice-like grip on his cock. The Attendant's tongue was going back and forth across his chapped lips. FuelMix looked down and was horrified to discover that his cock was almost impaled on a set of yellow finger nails, of the size found on imperial Chinese Mandarins.  FuelMix gulped hard.  There was no antiseptic in sight - and as yet, nobody else in the toilet.....

FuelMix wrenched the Attendant's claws from his cock, but the Attendant had a Plan B....

He yanked up FuelMix's shorts hard - almost enough to give a wedgie - and started to manhandle FuelMix down the corridor into the stall at the end which had a floor-level squat toilet.

"This is getting waaay too bizarre", thought FuelMix "I could punch this walrus in the face or kick him in the guts and that would be the end of him......then again, do I really wanna live my life not knowing how this silly vignette actually ends....?? Hell, No.... let's see what this slant-eyed faggot with the wedding ring actually wants...."

Once in the stall, the Attendant knelt down facing FuelMix's crotch  FuelMix had his back to the door.  The Attendant was breathing hard, nuzzling his face into FuelMix's shorts and moaning.  So far, so harmless....FuelMix wasn't gonna catch anything and the shorts would be washed in any event.

Without warning the Attendant yanked down FuelMix's shorts.  FuelMix's cock wasn't hard, but it was sufficient.  The cockring was still in place and the Attendant's mouth was wide open.

"Forget it", thought FuelMix "I ain't letting you suck my cock.  If you wanna sniff my crotch through my shorts, fine - but that's as far as it goes."  The Attendant tried several times to suck FuelMix, bobbing his head in different directions as FuelMix pushed his head away. As a concession, FuelMix let him lick his thighs, but each time the Attendant tried to move further up getting more and more frustrated that FuelMix wouldn't fuck his mouth.

Then the Attendant got smart.  His tongue went for FuelMix balls and as he made contact, one of his claws yanked off FuelMix's favourite cockring and tossed it into the squat toilet, never to be seen again.  FuelMix was furious and had had enough.  He pushed the Attendant away and turned to face the door. The Attendant buried his face into FuelMix's muscled ass......FuelMix farted in his mouth, yanked up his shorts and exited the stall - pissed off at the loss of his favourite cockring.

(A soft moaning could be heard coming from the last stall).

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