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It was a Saturday afternoon, and the place was packed—families, teens, and shoppers swarmed around them. Drew clutched a half-eaten pretzel in his hand, his eyes darting from a toy store display to a flashing arcade sign. When suddenly he tugged at his dad’s sleeve as they weaved through the crowded mall, he knew all of those orange cream sodas where a bad idea but he just couldn't help it they just tasted too good. Drew’s eyes darted nervously, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. “Daddy, I really gotta go,” he whispered urgently, hopping from one foot to the other.
His dad, juggling shopping bags and a half-finished coffee, glanced down with a mix of amusement and annoyance “Alright, buddy, hold it together. Let’s make a break for the bathroom." He shifts the shopping bags to one hand taking Drew's hand with his now free one, ready to dash through the food court with his small son. Drew's father scanned the mall. He obviously knew they were in the food court, but the nearest bathroom wasn’t immediately obvious. “Alright, hang on, champ.”
Drew responded squirming, crossing his legs “Hurry, Daddy! It’s an emergency!”
A directory kiosk stood nearby, and they jogged over, Drew trailing behind clearly squirming in discomfort. The map showed a restroom tucked behind a shut down pizza place, just past a pretzel stand. They both rounded a corner, and there it was—a glorious sign with the little stick-figure man. Drew bolted ahead, "Wait buddy! you need help in there?" His dad yelled after him.
"No way I'm a big boy!" Drew insisted as he waddles himself into the bathroom defiantly.
Inside the bathroom, Drew made a beeline for a urinal, while his dad leaned against the wall outside, catching his breath. Inside the bathroom the once white tiles that covered the walls and floor were yellowed with what was most likely piss stains, with cracked grout spiderwebbing between them, some patches stained a murky brown. The bathroom had a smell of stale dampness, old urine, and cheap pine-scented cleaner hung in the air, barely masked by a rattling from an overworked ventilation fan whining from the ceiling. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow across the room, one of the lights buzzing erratically.
Mike checked his phone, then at the bathroom door. “You good in there?”
“Yup!” Drew’s voice echoed as he fiddle with the zipper to his jeans.
As Drew tried to undo his jeans Drew’s hands, still sticky from his half-eaten pretzel, fumbled with the zipper of his slightly too-tight jeans. His small fingers tugged at the metal tab, but it snagged, refusing to budge. “Mfphhhhh” he moan out of discomfort under his breath, his voice high and strained. Drew yanked harder, his hands slipping once, then twice, leaving a faint smear of pretzel salt on the denim. His legs bounced in a desperate dance, knees knocking together as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The jeans, worn and frayed at the knees, clung stubbornly, the zipper jammed at an awkward angle. Drew’s face scrunched in frustration, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead despite the chilly bathroom air. He tried gripping the zipper with both hands, his fingers trembling, but the rusty mechanism fought back, stuck in a tangle of fabric.
“Stupid pants!” Drew whined pathetically.
As Drew wrestled with his zipper he felt a strong broad figure appear behind him. The man behind him stood there, his broad shoulders filling the narrow stall doorway, blocking out what little light filtered through the run-down bathroom. Drew couldn't turn around to see the large mans face even if he tried. "Need help little guy?" The gruff voice said placing his calloused hands on Drew's shoulders.
Drew froze, mid-motion, his small hands still clutching his jeans, his heart thumping louder than the rattling ventilation fan "No sir I got it..." Drew whispered nervously
The man crouched behind Drew “Zipper’s stuck, huh?” he said, nodding toward Drew’s jeans, his tone deep and gruff. “Happens to my boy sometimes. I'll help you bud, we don't want you to have an accident don't we?”
Drew flinched, his heart pounding, his voice barely a whisper. “No sir...”
Drew could feel the mans hot sweaty body radiate on the back of his neck his thick fingers deftly reaching for Drew's jammed zipper, With a powerful, strong tug, he ripped the tangled fabric open, once the zipper was undone he gently grabbed Drew's jeans and pulled them down to around his ankles exposing Drew's colorful undies. “There ya go, ”he rumbled deeply his boots scraping the already cracked tiles.
Instead of the large man backing up he scooted closer behind the small boy and and grabbed his waist Drew's bright blue undies on full display, printed with tiny cartoon superhero emblems. “Those are some cute undies you got there. My little boy has ones just like ‘em, all about superhero's and stuff too.”
Drew’s face flushed crimson, his eyes widening as he tried to yank his jeans back up. At this point he had totally forgotten about his bladder problem but before Drew could even try to pull his pants back up the man effortlessly knocked Drew's hands away and place his hands back around his waist fully manhandling the small boy. The bathroom’s stale air felt heavier now, and all Drew could think about was getting back to his dad and maybe never wearing his superhero ever again.
"You're adorable you know that bud? So cute I had to follow you and your daddy from the food court kiddo." The mans voice darkened as he slowly kneaded Drew's soft bubble butt with one hand and planted soft gentle kisses across the young boys neck.
Drew’s heart pounded in front of the grimy urinal, the flickering fluorescent light casting jagged shadows across the peeling paint. The man leaned casually against the Drew pulling him closer into him, his grizzled beard scratching the young boys baby smooth skin, Drew’s instincts screamed. He tried to shoved back against the older man, his sneakers slipping slightly on the slick, stained tiles. His chest tightened, and he opened his mouth, ready to yell for his dad. “D—” he started, his voice high and sharp, but it caught in his throat as the man stuck his hand over the small boys mouth roughly causing barely a squeak under the buzz of the overworked ventilation fan.
The struggle made the man pull Drew closer into him which caused Drew to fully feel the older mans cock pressing into Drew's back through the mans slacks. The man feeling the friction between them slowly started rutting into Drew's round boy butt like a dog as he tried to wiggle away but that just made everything worse as his superhero undies went up into his butt and he could feel his pee-pee squished between his legs. The man made a growly pleasure filled noise more like a angry dog then a human man before grabbing at the boys undies. Drew heard the rip of the fabric and then the cold air biting at his butt. Drew let out a muffled cry as tears started running down his adorable face, legs kicking uselessly.
The man grabbed him by his short blonde hair before pushing him face first into the urinal the stench of old piss hitting Drew's nose causing him to let out a small whine. Drew could hear the sound of the older man unbuckling his belt and his pants dropping down to around his ankles shortly after. The mans large cock almost instantly slapped in between his butt crack once he got his underwear off.
"You made me leak like a faucet watching you bud, I'm so lucky." He says sliding his cock back and forth between Drew's butt cheeks.
Drew yelped feeling the mans warm cock tip prod into his tight innocent opening which made him let out a deep guttural groan as he did so "Shhhhhhh buddy pretend like you're a brave lil superhero like on your undies kiddo."
The older man was already too far gone, lost in the incredible sensation of Drew's tiny boy hole. He let his cock tip sit inside of Drew for a few seconds reveling in the death grip Drew's boy pussy had around his cock tip, letting out grunts and moans as the little boy squiggled and squirmed around him. The man pushed a little deeper into Drew his warm throbbing cock rocking into the boy with small but rough hip thrust causing Drew's legs to shake and his boy cock to twitch.
Drew let out a muffled cry of pain as his tiny body tensed. But the older man just kept thrusting into him now picking up the pace, crooning violent grunts and growls into Drew's ear.
The man who seemed to be growing uncomfortable in the position picked up Drew liked a toy and began fucking him up in the air even rougher then before. Drew tried to grab onto something nearby for stability as he bounced up and down on the sweaty mans cock the older mans dick making his belly bulge. When the older man took a second to look at Drew's little tummy and saw the imprint of his cock moving under his skin. The man shoved his hand against it and began rubbing his dick through the boys belly. Every time the man fucked into Drew he could feel his cock twitch and his bladder weaken as he was brutally reminded of why he even originally came into this bathroom in the first place.
"I'm gonna pee!" Drew screamed out loud not even being able to think straight with this new painful feeling inside his body.
"I don't give a fuck buddy." The man said brushing Drew's comment off which almost seemed to make the man angrier and fuck harder.
Every slam into his hole made his bladder closer to the edge and before he couldn't hold it anymore a warm, uncontrollable rush started. Drew’s eyes widened as he was bounced up and down ruthlessly making his soft boy cock flop around every time the man slammed into him. Drew's piss sprayed wildly, splattering the peeling paint of the stall walls, dribbling onto the grimy tiles, and soaking the frayed hem of his jeans still bunched around his ankles. A decent amount covered his shirt and face, soaking him and the man behind him, a few errant drops hit the crooked toilet paper dispenser.
Drew’s cheeks burned crimson, his breath hitching as he continued to be fucked brutally "Fuck yeah buddy that's how I like it, get nasty kid!" he says licking the side of Drew's face trying to clean it of piss.
This action seemed to send the older man over the edge as he closed his eyes, his cock jerking inside him as his balls tightened and shot out thick warm ropes of cum deep inside the young boy. The man wasn't finish yet as he keep thrusting his huge man cock deeper into Drew a few more times making sure he fully buried his manly seed deep within the little boys belly. "FUCKKKKKKK BOY." The man violently yelled finally pulling out and dropping his limp little body to the dirty bathroom floor.
Drew stared up at the man from the floor finally getting a good look at his face. He stood well over six feet, with broad shoulders that strained the seams of his worn, black shirt, its surface scuffed and wrinkled from years of use. His faded slacks, patched at one knee, hung loosely over heavy, scuffed work boots, their soles caked with dried mud that left faint tracks on the stained tiles. A thick, grizzled beard, streaked with gray, framed a stern jaw, and his deep-set eyes, a piercing hazel, glinted under heavy brows in the flickering fluorescent light.
Drew watched as the man pulled up his pants and put his soft leaky cock back into his slacks before buckling his belt and looking at Drew. "Best 80 dollars I've ever spent." He said gruffly before spitting on Drew and walking out of the bathroom leaving the young boy a leaky ruined mess on the bathroom floor.