Yes daddy...

I watched him at the bar for more then an hour. He was a tall, well built black man and every time he moved his bulge strained against the front of his pants. I watched and I waited for my chance and finally it came. He left the bar and headed towards the men’s room, I followed struggling to hide my eagerness. I entered close behind him and watched as he headed over to the urinal. I took my place next to him, shaking with anticipation. I heard him lower his zipper and I glanced down and over...my god! His cock was magnificent, long, thick and beautiful! Time seemed to stand still as I stared at his cock. He let loose a stream of piss, I envied the urinal. I fantasized about taking its place mouth open, his hot piss filling my mouth, then overflowing down my chest. I’m shaken from my fantasy by an angry voice asking me...” you staring my dick!?!”. I stutter and stammer, but can’t take my eyes of his cock! He asks again, angrier this time. He doesn’t wait for a response, he grabs me by the shirt and throws against the wall. In his anger he didn’t finish pissing the last of splashing against me. He asks me if I’m some kind of faggot, I don’t think and answer yes. He looks me up and down, his cock I notice is half hard already and bobbing along to his heartbeat. He licks his lips. “ Well faggot, you can show me how big a faggot you are! “
I drop to my knees, I look up at him and smile as I say yes daddy...