Shopping Mall Toilet Attendant 1

In the post, Late Nite In The Gym Shower, we said:

Sometimes....weird things - no,wait..... make that really bizarre things - happen when one least expects them, even if they take place in a venue that reeks of sexuality, fantasy, testosterone and nakedness......like the gym shower in an ultra-discreet (probably fag-designed) Locker Room.

.....or, having finished in the gym, 10pm in a shopping mall toilet.

FuelMix wore gym shorts, a compression UnderArmour T-shirt and was slinging the obligatory backpack.

He pushed open the door. The place was well lit, dry and absolutely spotless.  It was deserted except for an elderly, slim, Chinese male in his 70s standing near the mirrors and sinks.  He was wearing a pristine starched uniform with the name of the cleaning company discreetly printed on the left shoulder.  He was the Toilet Attendant and flashed a broad smile as FuelMix walked past him.  He looked intently at FuelMix, scanning his body.  At the time, it didn't seem relevant.

FuelMix docked at a urinal 6 feet away from the Attendant, spread his legs, reached under his gym shorts, let his cock out and started pissing.  Having guzzled 3 bottles of watermelon juice from Starbucks,  a protein drink and trips to the gym water cooler, it was gonna be a long piss.

The Attendant looked at FuelMix, smiled and nodded.  Being polite and well brought-up, FuelMix smiled back as he pissed, his cock easily visible.  The Attendant licked his lips, pointed to FuelMix's cock and body and gave a thumbs up sign.  FuelMix felt his cock stirring as he pissed.  It  wasn't the first time a Toilet Attendant had complimented him.

The Attendant walked away.

There was a sharp **click**.  FuelMix turned his head as he pissed.  The Attendant had locked the entrance door. He was walking back towards FuelMix, smiling and licking his lips.....

"Why has he locked the door when I haven't left..?" wondered FuelMix stupidly, "...ohh....I get it...the old dude doesn't want others to come in as he shuts down for the night.."

Not quite.

The Attendant approached FuelMix from behind. Without hesitation or seeking permission, he began to caress his ass as FuelMix was pissing.  FuelMix started to get hard, not entirely sure what was going to happen next - mildly amused at the Attendant's audacity - but still pissing.

Again the Attendant smiled and gave a thumbs up sign.  One hand stroked FuelMix's muscled ass through his gym shorts, the other hand stroked FuelMix's chest, nipples and torso through his T-shirt.

"Waaahh..!!" murmured the Attendant, "vewwyy goood bawwdee..!!  vewwyyy sesseee..!!"

The elderly hand that was stroking his chest, nipples and torso, now moved to caress FuelMix's pissing cock, now visibly horny with the attention.  It was awkward to piss with a developing boner, but it was gonna be a long piss and the stirring boner was slowing it down.

On the pristine, dry floor near the urinal, the Attendant knelt down next to FuelMix and began to lick his cock shaft as he pissed.  One hand stroked FuelMix's hairy thighs, the other hand stroked his ass.

"So...let's see..." thought FuelMix as his cock hardened, "am I being cruised, admired, abused, molested or serviced by Kevin Spacey's gay Chinese uncle...?.....Ffuuckk..!! This feels good..!"

The Attendant's open mouth hovered near FuelMix's pissing cockhead as he repeatedly licked upwards from the shaft.  FuelMix gently moved the Attendant's mouth towards his crystal clear piss stream.....the Attendant continued kneeling, opened his mouth wider and stuck out his tongue......to receive FuelMix's piss.

"Ohhh yeah...!!" thought FuelMix, "think I'm gonna take this old faggot's mouth for a test drive....let's see how he does as my private urinal..." The piss stream continued to flow into the Attendant's mouth, some of which he swallowed, some of which flowed off his tongue.  There was no struggle as FuelMix held the Attendant's head still while he pissed - just the sounds of him gulping piss and gently moaning.

After a while, FuelMix's boner-infused piss stream subsided.  The Attendant knelt quietly, looking at FuelMix while slowly licking his lips.  He seemed to want more, but what...?

FuelMix shrugged off his backpack, placed it on the floor, unzipped it and took out a condom. He took off his gym shorts and unrolled the condom onto his stiff cock.  The Attendant watched quietly, kneeling between the urinals, his head against the wall, his mouth open...

FuelMix approached the Attendant, held his head and started to fuck his mouth, thrusting gently so that Uncle could get used to his cock.  The Attendant started to moan as he sucked.  He couldn't take the full length of FuelMix's cock but didn't mind the thrusts getting harder and harder.

FuelMix gripped the Attendant's head and chin and tilted them back as he kept thrusting.  This forced the Attendant to suck cock a little deeper and he started to moan louder.  FuelMix pressed the Attendant's head against the wall as he kept thrusting, but the Attendant couldn't take the full length of his cock.  In between thrusts, FuelMix pushed the Attendant's head into the urinal and let him lick the remains of FuelMix's piss.  The Attendant loved it and got into the rhythm of sucking cock and licking the very clean urinal (which he'd probably cleaned).

FuelMix's load started to build.  He pulled off his condom and thrust deep into the Attendant's mouth, gagging him, but refusing to let go.  The Attendant started to struggle, but his head was trapped between the wall and FuelMix's hips.  FuelMix pumped his load into the Attendant's throat, locking his head and chin at just the right angle so the Attendant realized he had no choice but to stop struggling and swallow.

Having unloaded his cum, FuelMix walked to the sink and soaped his crotch.  The Attendant crawled behind him and kissed his bare ass cheeks as FuelMix dried his cock with the paper towel and disposed of the condom.

FuelMix put on his shorts, slung his backpack, gave the Attendant a smile and motioned for him to unlock the toilet entrance door.  The Attendant smiled back, escorted FuelMix to the door and gave another thumbs up sign.  Opening the door, the Attendant whispered, "thank you, thank you....see you again...!"

"Not bad for a 70 year old toilet mouth faggot", thought FuelMix, "In the words of Arnold Schwarzenegger..... 'I'll be back...' "

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