Humiliated in public

I was looking for a master around here, and I left my number to a profile without a face picture.

Several weeks later, he writes to me, asking for a blowjob, without even greeting or introducing himself. At that moment, I was working and couldn't, but I liked the idea that he was so direct and straightforward.

Then I write to him, and he tells me that he no longer wants to, but I insisted for several days. It was obvious that he liked being begged, and I wanted to try his cock.

One day, he tells me to meet him at the corner of a church, at the beginning of a passage, which wasn't very frequented by people, but the police and several neighbors did circulate, as it's an area with many buildings.

He asked me to go at 2 AM, and I went. Then, via WhatsApp, he asked me to wait for him on my knees and send him photos in that position. People looked at me like a beggar with a cell phone... but I didn't care, I wanted to try his cock and feel his thick cum in my mouth, along with the adrenaline of someone possibly seeing us at any moment.

It was 2 AM, and he already knew I was there, since I had sent him my photos in that place and position. He still hadn't appeared, then he sent me a message indicating that I should wait in that position until he finished his beer, which he had just started drinking. During that time, many people looked at me, others crossed the sidewalk in front, and others just stared.

Half an hour later, I see him arrive, and he stands in front of me as if he's going to pee in a corner, but that corner is already occupied by me.

He unzips his belt, lowers his zipper, and shows me his beautiful cock. I anxiously and instinctively try to put it in my mouth, but he pushes me back, and waits. From his posture, I realized that he wasn't going to let me suck him there, but instead, he started pissing on me - my face, mouth, chest, and pants. I felt the strong taste of urine in my mouth, and I swallowed so as not to disrespect him.

After such public humiliation, he spits voluminously on my hair, then on my face. I tried to inhale some poppers, and he told me to do it his way: "inhale until I count to 20..." He started counting down, and I felt the effect was already quite strong, until he told me, "now until 10 through the other nostril." After counting, he started cleaning the remains of urine on my face as if I were a piece of toilet paper. Once clean, he asked me to thank him and suck him. Without saying anything, I started sucking his cock, which ended in a intense throat fuck.

At no moment did I masturbate or touch my penis; it was his moment of pleasure, the moment of the receiver of my pleasure. Only his enjoyment mattered, and nothing else.

A car or a person passed by, and he quickly put his cock away, while waiting for the people to pass, he continued spitting on my face and head.

"Poppers," he said, and started counting again. He aske...