I Can't Believe I Waited So Long Pt. 03

I came away from Charlie59's house with big plans. All I could think about was my next cock but I knew that with Pete being off the market and Charlie59 being married that regular sex wasn't going to be on the cards.

It was clear I needed a small, dependable circle of regular fuck buddies. Three or four men I could trust for no-strings attached fun. That way, if one of them suddenly got into a relationship or became unavailable, I wouldn't be left in limbo again. Luckily for me having already done all the hard work, my inbox was soon filling up with interested men.

By midweek, I was chatting with over a dozen guys, all eager, for something casual and regular. I knew I didn't want to choose the first three or four I met up with. I needed to cast a wide net, jump in with both feet, sample the market and ultimately choose the ones who stood out. Not just in looks or size, but who I got along with the most, availability and most important of all who was the best fuck.

Before I knew it, I was talking to a dozen different guys, all interested in some regular no strings fun, the only question was how do I go about choosing who'd ultimately make my list. I didn't just want to choose the first three or four I met up with. I knew I'd have to cast my net wide then choose based on who was still interested and obviously who was best.

By Friday, I already had two hookups locked in. Both tall. Athletic. Handsome. And very well-endowed. I was working on lining up a couple more, I just couldn't help myself. The whole week had been a blur of DMs, teasing messages, and half-made plans I fully intended to see through.

I'd spent the day on site at work, bouncing between meetings and trying and failing to keep my head in the game. I was so distracted that I kept losing focus, stumbling through meetings and half-answering questions. I could feel I was making an arse of myself, but I didn't care. My mind was fully occupied with thoughts on what was coming later.

By the time I left, my body was practically humming. On the drive home, I barely even noticed the roads. Just red lights, well at least some of them and a couple near misses. But as I turned onto my street, my heart sank.

There, standing outside my house with a rucksack over one shoulder and two large suitcases at either side, was my friend Eric and he looked pissed.

"Alright, mate?" I asked cautiously, as I opened the car door.

"Nah, mate. I've left Gemma," he replies bluntly.

"What? Why? What happened?" I asked, as I climbed out the car.

"Caught her cheating on me," he spat angrily.

"What the fuck? With, who?" I replied almost matching his anger.

He gave a bitter laugh.

"Who hasn't she been fucking?" He scoffed

I took him inside and we sat down with a few beers as he told me what had happened. As it turned out our circumstances were connected. From what he told me it seemed like, my ex-girlfriend had been spiralling too and she's best friends with Eric's wife Gemma.

After I ended things with her, and once Mark and Ian found out about each other, they dumped her as well. Turns out, they were okay with having an affair with her while she was with me but not while she was cheating on them.

According to what Gemma told Eric, my ex wanted me back. She taken to spending some of her nights parked outside my house, only to see me leaving the house, often quite late, when I was heading to Pete's. Luckily, she hadn't been able to follow me, but seeing me come and go convinced her I'd found someone else.

And in a twisted attempt at revenge, she started sleeping around, often with Gemma in tow. And let's just say Gemma wasn't just an innocent bystander in those activities. The pair would go out on the town two or three nights a week, hook up with some random guys and fuck them.

That particular morning, Eric said, things had started off strange. Gemma's phone had been going off like crazy. First while they were both still in bed, and then again while she was in the shower. Although he couldn't get into her phone to see what the messages were, he could see that they were Facebook messages.

After what happened to me the paranoia quickly consumed him. He remembered that she was still logged into her email on his laptop. So, acting on impulse, he opened his laptop and used the email to reset her Facebook password.

As he told me about it, I couldn't shake the strange sense of deja vu. The same flirty exchanges, crude jokes, dick pics, tit picks, pussy picks he showed me it all. And the reason the messages were so persistent was that she'd been trying to arrange a meet up that night in a hotel.

Eric lost it. He stormed straight into the bathroom, kicking the door in as he went. He startled Gemma in the shower and saw her body covered with bruises, carpet burns, finger marks on her breasts and faint red welts on her backside.

She didn't try to deny it. In fact, she admitted everything without a shred of remorse. Told him coldly that she didn't love him anymore and that it was over. And just like that, she kicked him out. The lease was in her name, so legally, he didn't have a leg to stand on.

So, there he was, sitting on my sofa, with nowhere else to go. I didn't hesitate, of course I let him stay, but I'd be lying if I said that I was happy about it. I knew what it meant. I couldn't be disappearing for hours on end. He'd ask too many questions.

Just like that, everything changed. I can't lie living with Eric is difficult. I love him like a brother, actually, way more than a brother but he's a nightmare to live with. Without Gemma, he's lost, needy and lacks any drive or direction.

He's like a shadow, constantly there, hovering around me. If I move, he follows. He needs to know what I'm doing, where I'm going, even why I'm quiet. I can't so much as stand up for a drink, a snack, or even to go for a quick piss without hearing, "Where are you going?"

Things got so bad, I eventually had to install a lock on my bedroom door. It was late on a Tuesday night. I was in my room and feeling exceptionally horny and in the mood for a good stretch out and wank. I'd just pulled my shorts up after slipping in one of my larger plugs when the door flung open without warning. No knock. Nothing.

Panic shot through me. I stood frozen, squeezing every muscle tight as I felt the plug slip. Although big and thick the plug didn't have much to hold it inside, just a shallow ridge that worked fine when I was lying down, but while standing it had the tendency to slip out.

Minutes went by with him rambling on about something he'd seen on the TV or YouTube, I wasn't really paying attention. All while, I was standing there desperately clenching every muscle in my body just to keep it from falling out. All I could think was, if this thing slips out, there's nothing really to stop it from hitting the floor. And when it does it's over, there's no talking my way out of that.

Somehow, miraculously, he finally finished and left the room. Still rambling as he went to finish watching what he was watching, completely unaware of the panic he'd just caused. I waited until I heard his bedroom door close before collapsing onto the bed, mortified, and shaking.

I didn't even bother finishing, I didn't dare. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, caught between laughter and tears.

The next day, I bought the lock and installed it. Just a simple dead bolt but I needed something.

Months went by and he showed little sign of moving out or even getting himself back on his feet. Gemma soon filed for divorce which only caused him to spiral more. I tried to help him. I got him onto the dating apps and when we went out, I played the perfect wingman and even taking a couple for the team but nothing stuck.

For me, the thought of getting back to hooking up with guys was becoming more and more distant. Any interest I'd garnered had long gone and it felt like I was back at square one and as time went on, I thought about it less and less.

By early June I decided I needed a change of scenery. Working from home had started to feel suffocating, so I'd returned to the office to work full time.

It's Thursday lunch time and I'm sitting alone in the canteen, halfway through a ham sandwich while absently scrolling through my phone, when two people I barely knew, came in and sat at the table just behind me.

At first, I over hear them talking about the usual office banter, complaints about deadlines, and IT. I pay them little attention, only catching snippets over the sound of the cafeteria staff making drinks in the background.

But then, their conversation shifts. And something in their tone pulls causes me to pause mid-bite, with thumb hovering over my phone screen.

"Oh yeah," one of them says, his voice rising with sudden enthusiasm. "I forgot to tell you. I took the dog for a walk last night up by the racecourse, and you'll never guess what I saw."

"Probably two guys fucking," the other replies, bluntly, like he's heard it all before.

"Wait, how did you know?" The first guy says in clear surprise.

"Mate, everyone knows," The second guy snorts. "That place is a proper cruising spot. Has been for years."

"Jesus," the first one mutters, somewhere between amusement and discomfort.

Then the second guy laughs.

"Which begs the question, what were you doing there?" He asks.

"Get fucked!" The first guy exclaims. "I didn't know. The dog ran off and I followed it into some bushes. Rounded the corner and there's a guy on his knees with a cock in his arse. I definitely won't be going back."

They both laugh, and continue to joke on about it for a few minutes before their conversation drifts back to work.

Suddenly I feel the fizz inside me, an excitement bubbling up inside my stomach which I haven't felt in a long time. I know the racecourse area well. I've driven through it more than once, usually to avoid the traffic. There's a stretch of woodland beside it with a small, gravel car park. I'm convinced that's where they're talking about.

Back at my desk, I can't concentrate. The thought of the woods takes root inside my mind. I barely notice anything around me. My mind races with the possibilities, of hooking up with a man again. Yeah, the idea of doing it out in public makes my stomach twist with anxiety, but that fear only seems to add to the excitement. It's on my way home, Eric won't be around to interrupt, and coming home a little late won't raise any suspicion.

I get precious little done for the rest of the day. Instead, I obsess over the what to do, eventually convincing myself to go "scout the area" after work, see what it's like. It's likely nothing would even happen. But if the opportunity presents itself, I wouldn't say no to giving a blowjob.

As the clock on my monitor ticks down, my anticipation climbs. My mouse hovers over "Shut Down," my laptop bag already open and waiting on my lap. Finally, the last few seconds of my shift tick down. I shut down my laptop, slide it into the bag, zip it up, sling it over my shoulder, and walk out like the buildings on fire.

I'm the first person out of the door as I head out into the car park. I approach my car, unlock it, and jump into the driver's seat. I turn the key and the engine roars to life as I toss my bag into the passenger footwell. Without a second thought, I pull away aggressively and take little notice of the laws of the road as I quickly make my way towards the racecourse.

The racecourse is less than a mile away. Just a left, right, straight over, left, left and I'm there. Rather than parking within the grounds, I decide to park up just outside, next to wide, rusted gate used for access to the course. I switch off the engine and step out into the warm, evening.

My heart pounds with a mix of excitement and nerves. In one hand I could get caught but right now that's a risk that I'm willing to take. I scale the gate awkwardly, then follow a beaten path into the woods. The air is humid and thick with the scent of pine as I make my way deeper into the woods. I don't know where I'm going exactly, but I head in the general direction of the car park, hoping to stumble across the bushes the guy referred to.

I wander for nearly an hour without seeing a soul. Just the sound of birds and the crunch of twigs and rustle of vegetation beneath my feet. Eventually, I give up and find my way back to the road, feeling rather gutted.

The drive home feels longer than usual. I'd gotten my hopes up and now the letdown ways heavy on my chest. But at least now I know about the woods. It's there, I can keep trying, which gets me thinking, how many other gay spots are there?

Once home, I go straight to my room and lock the door. I boot up my laptop. As soon as it loads, I open a browser and type, gay hookup areas near me. Instantly, I'm flooded with terminology I've never fully heard of before. Dogging. Cottaging. Cruising.

Curiosity overtakes caution as I click through site after site, some requiring accounts, others not. Eventually, I find a page listing about a dozen spots within a 10- to 15-minute drive. But as I read on, most are out of date. The comment sections are full of updates warning others the sites have been shut down, patrolled, or paved over for housing.

Frustrated, I go back and refine my search, adding the 2025. The same spots keep coming up again and again, but then something new catches my eye, a location that I haven't seen before.

A public restroom in a shopping centre.

I'm slightly taken aback as I let out a feint "Ah!". I know exactly where it is. I used to use them all the time. It's tucked away in a corner upstairs right next to the office space where I worked. The staircase connects the shopping centre to the multistorey car park with the office space sandwiched in between. Most people don't even realise the restrooms or the office is even there.

I click the link. The description reads:

"This is an area of the shopping centre that's hardly ever busy. Head in through the main entrance and look left and you'll see the stairs tucked away in a corner. Head up to the first floor and double back for the door. 2 cubicles with plenty of room underneath. Regular action during the day. Instructions on the back of the cubicle door.

*Crowd: All kinds, usually married men and regulars."

I stare at the screen, reading and rereading. I can't believe I'm even considering it. But it's so close. So familiar. So easy. If I could just slip out without Eric, I could be there and back in under half an hour.

I catch myself and recoil. Disgust creeps as I think to myself "am I really contemplating hooking up with someone in a toilet? And it's so close to home... it's too risky."

Shaking my head, I slam the laptop closed and head downstairs, hoping to clear my thoughts. But there's no shaking the thought it's already seared into my mind. And it's not going away.

I spend the rest of the evening is spent with Eric. We eat dinner in front of the TV, crack open a few beers and play video games until late.

Eventually, I head to bed. I lock my door, and climb under the covers but I'm too distracted to sleep. All I can think about is the bathroom. I'm not even about the sex anymore, I'm used to that... I long for that. it's the idea of it being in a rest room. It's dirty, degrading, and most of all very risky.

I toss and turn for hours, but my brain refuses to shut down. Frustrated, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I know I shouldn't even be contemplating it. My brain screams don't. But it's been so long and my yearning for cock its back with a vengeance.

By morning, I feel like I've barely slept at all. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, but my mind's still buzzing. I get up, and force myself to go through the motions, of getting ready for work. I'm so exhausted that I don't even consider heading into the office so I log in from home.

I log on while trying to shake off the tiredness with my third cup of coffee of the morning but it doesn't take long for me to start making mistakes. Nothing major just simple errors, things I'd usually breeze through without a second thought. But my focus my head is battered, all I can think about is that damn bathroom.

Then a message pops up in the corner from my manager. Blasting me for a not so small error. Something that will take a bit more effort to fix, while asking me what I'm playing at.

I've had enough. I stare blankly at my screen for a few seconds, debating whether to push through the rest of the day, but I know I'm going to keep screwing up if I stay. I type out a message saying I'm not feeling well asking to leave early, while offering to use some of my holiday allowance to cover the hours.

A few minutes later, I get the green light.

I shut down my system slowly, pretending to wind down like it's no big deal. But inside, something else is winding up. I'm free for the rest of the day, and now the question about whether to go is louder than ever.

I move from my desk and onto my bed, resting my head on the pillow. I look at my phone, it's only half past nine. I do my best to convince myself that I don't have to make a decision right now. If I could just get my head down for an hour, I'd be able to make a decision then. I set an alarm for half ten and close my eyes, hoping sleep will follow quickly.

It does.

When the alarm goes off, I fumble for the phone, blindly smacking at the screen until it quiets. Then again. And again. That's when the dream starts.

It's so vivid. I can almost feel Pete's hands gripping onto my hips, which shocks me as I haven't thought about him in ages. He's pulling me onto his hard cock, making me moan with pleasure.

Suddenly I jolt awake to the sound of the alarm, the memory of the dream still haunting my mind. My shorts are tented, my cock throbbing as it tries to burst through the fabric.

"God, I need some," I whisper to the empty room, almost embarrassed by the desperation in my voice.

I reach for my phone again, 11:03 a. m.

All I can think is go. Even if it's just this once. Even if no one's there. Just go and see.

I'm already out of bed before the thought fully forms. My body moves on instinct now. I rush to the cupboard, shove aside a stack of folded clothes, and punch the code into the safe hidden behind them. The lock clicks open with a soft mechanical snap, and I reach in, grabbing my prep kit without hesitation. In seconds, I'm out and heading straight for the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, I'm clean, stretched and wired with nervous energy.

I head downstairs, skipping steps as I do, barely containing the mix of anticipation and panic bubbling under my skin. I burst into the living room to grab my keys, and freeze when I see Eric sprawled across the sofa in just his shorts.

"Alright, mate?" he says, barely looking away from the screen.

"Yeah," I mutter, as I charge across the room like a man on a mission.

I snatch up my keys from the coffee table, trying to be casual, but I must look suspicious as hell.

"Where you off to?" he asks, finally glancing over.

"I have to go into town, I forgot that I have a dentist appointment," I lie.

"If you wait up a sec, I'll come with you. I need to go into town anyway," he replies as he moves to peel himself up off the sofa.

My chest tightens. My hand clenching around the keys. For a split second, I genuinely consider cancelling the whole thing. But I don't.

"No," I snap. "Mate, you're not coming to the dentist with me."

He looks at me seemingly thrown by my reaction.

"But I've got to run into town anyway," he replies.

"So what?" I cut in, not bothering to hide my frustration. "You've had all day. You could've gone anytime. Mate, you really need to sort your shit out."

His expression hardens.

"I'm alright," he replies defensively.

"No, you're not," I bite back. "You've barely let left my side since you moved in."

He starts to say something else, but I don't hear it. I glance down at my phone,11:43.

"I'm going to be late," I say, brushing past him. "I'll catch you in a bit."

I don't wait for a reply. I bolt to the front door, jam my feet into my trainers, and rush outside.

The second the door closes behind me, something shifts. A surge of adrenaline pulses through my veins, mixing with guilt and anticipation. My heart is pounding as I unlock the car, slide into the driver's seat, and pull the door shut with a heavy thud.

For a second, I just sit there, keys in hand, staring blankly out at the empty street. I can still back out. But the voice in my head isn't even trying to stop me anymore. I slide the key into the ignition, turn it, and the engine rumbles to life. I put the car in gear and pull away.

Once again, the drive passes by in a blur almost as if I was on auto pilot. If I obeyed any traffic laws, it was purely accidental. My mind too busy spiralling, bouncing between nerves and arousal. And before I know it, I'm threading my car up the narrow, curving ramp of the multistorey.

The tyres squeal against the concrete, the echo reverberating around making it sound like I'm going a hundred and ten around the corners. The car park is mostly empty, even for a weekday afternoon.

I pull into a quiet corner space, right next to the door to the staircase. It feels weird, I haven't been here for years but I remember it like yesterday. I turn off the engine and sit. The sudden silence is deafening. Just the tick of the cooling engine and the sound of tires squealing on one of the levels below.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening as I sit frozen in place as I stare at the doorway. My mouth is dry. The reality of what I'm about to do hits different now that I'm here. I'm so nervous and terrified that it almost feels like my first time all over again.

I take a deep breath in through my nose and force my hand to the door handle. The door pops open and the warm air hits me as I swing my legs out and stand. The smell of warm concrete, rubber and exhaust fumes fills my nostrils as I stand up straight, closing the door behind me.

Reluctantly, I walk toward the doorway. As soon as I walk through the air immediately changes, it's cooler, tinged with a damp, dusty stillness. It smells of aged concrete and faintly of bleach.

I ascend slowly, ears prick up listening out for any noise, as my heart pounds away inside my chest to the point that it's starting to ache. Halfway down, I pause. My hand resting on the cool metal railing as I listen. Nothing. Just the buzzing light above my head and my own ragged breath.

I step down the remaining six or so steps onto the landing. I step over to the office where I used to work and peer through the window on the door. It's completely abandoned. Dark, dusty, with the remnants of cabling and broken furniture left over from when they cleared the place out.

But this isn't what I'm here for. I turn and face the bathroom, the fading blue door, just as chipped, and scuffed just as I remember it.

I stare at the door. My hearts stuck in my throat. Every instinct tells me to turn around, that this is reckless, stupid even. I don't know what's waiting on the other side, if anything. It might be empty. It might be dangerous. I could be wasting my time... or making the biggest mistake of my life. And yet, I don't.

Something deep inside me stops me. The same feeling that's pushed me into going through with losing my gay virginity to Pete, or meeting up with Charlie59.

I step forward. One cautious step then another. My hand finds the cold metal push strip. I freeze for a second, as my nerves get the better of me. My stomach churns. A trapped pocket of air bubbles up into my chest and escapes in an involuntary, nervous belch. I grimace, swallowing down the rest as it threatens to follow.

"Jesus," I whisper to myself.

I inhale slowly, hold my breath for a few seconds as I steady myself before pushing the door.

As the door opens up there's a high-pitched squeak from the hinges. The first thing I see in the cubicle right in front of me is a man. The door is ajar, he's standing, leaned casually against the wall by a frosted window. One foot flat on the ground, the other propped up on the wall. He's scrolling his phone, totally unbothered, like he's simply passing the time.

He's tall, maybe six feet, maybe a little more. Mid to late twenties, fairly good looking, with spiky dirty blonde coloured, mussed-up hair. Masculine jawline, with stubble. He's wearing a loose grey jacket and a pair of beige sweatpants. Everything about him screams casual.

He doesn't look up at first, as I step inside. He must've heard the door. Maybe he's waiting to see what I do next, I think to myself. Maybe he's not even here for this. Maybe he's just passing time in a really odd place.

He looks bored, but soon his attention shifts and his thumb stops moving on his screen. Then his head looks up and his eyes lock on to me. There's an awkward silence between us. He stares at me as if to say, are you just going to stand there, or are you here for the same reason I am?

His head tips back slightly in a casual nod. He, shifts slightly stepping backwards into the cubicle while still facing me. I hesitate, for barely a second, then move towards him.

As I reach the doorway, his eyes slowly drift downward, checking me over from head to toe, scanning me like he's trying to make up his mind. He tilts his head, one brow lifting by the smallest degree. He hasn't said a word, but I already know what's expected.

My heart beat drums in my ears, drowning out every other noise. He steps back further to give me space. I step inside and close the door behind me, the sound of the lock clicking into place seemingly sounding much louder than it should.

I suddenly feel very claustrophobic. We're really close now. Closer than strangers should be in a public bathroom. His aftershave fills my nostrils, spicy, with a faint smell of deodorant, and a trace of sweat though not unpleasant or overpowering, it is mid-day in the middle of summer after all.

For a moment, we just stand there, both silent. He slips his phone into his jacket pocket. His hands hang loose at his sides, completely unbothered, like this is nothing new to him. Meanwhile, my nerves fizz just beneath the surface.

I look down, and notice his sweatpants sitting low on his hips, the waistband slightly slack, with a promising bulge beneath the fabric in the groin area. My heart skips a beat. My mouth is dry, my palms clammy, fingers twitching with nerves I thought I'd grown out of.

Frustration starts to bubble up inside me. Come on... I've done this before, more than once. It's not like it's my first time. I know that the nerves soon fade once I start. I just need to move, just one step, one move, that's it. I keep repeating this to myself, trying to override my fear. I just need to lean in, jump that last hurdle, and let instinct take over.

I edge closer until only inches separate us. My hand trembles as I reach out and gently rubs over his groin. He doesn't flinch. Doesn't stop me. That alone steadies me. Feeling a little more confident I do it again, more firmly this time, and leave my hand there, feeling the weight and shape of his cock through the fabric.

Feeling a surge of nervous excitement, I reach out and gently pull his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to flop out. He's already half-hard, his foreskin naturally retreating to reveal the tip beneath. I swallow hard, steadying my hands as I take hold of him, before carefully pulling the skin back to expose more of the sensitive tip.

Wanting to ease the friction, I lean in slightly and let a thin thread of saliva slip from my lips, splashing down over the tip. I slowly slide my hand up and down his length, while adding another bigger drop to help things along.

His hand finds my crotch, rubbing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. My breath catches as I feel my cock respond. Before I know it, I'm rock hard long before he is. I keep my touch steady as he slides a hand beneath my waistband, pulling my shorts down at the front. His long fingers make my cock look tiny as they gently trace along the length of my shaft. They take hold of my tip and begin sliding my foreskin back and forth slowly.

Suddenly, his body leans forward. Our eyes meet, and without hesitation, our lips find each other. The kiss is soft at first, then more urgent, as things heat up between up. Our arms brush, his body presses against mine as his cock rubs gently against my stomach.

After a short time, he pulls away from the kiss, taking my wrist to remove my hand from his cock. Then, with quiet confidence, he cups both our hard lengths in one hand, aligning them side by side. My six-inch cock clearly the smaller of the two, with his enjoying at least a two-inch advantage over mine and thicker too. Easily my biggest cock to date. With two pronounced veins running down the sides and one down the middle.

He leans in and spits a thick string of saliva over both of us, then begins to stroke them in one hand with steady, practiced movements. I lean back slightly, watching on as he takes control.

After a moment, he stops and brings our tips together, rubbing them together gently. The mix of saliva and precum creates a delicate silky thread between us as out tips part.

For me, though I'm enjoying the sensation this is not what I'm here for and when I find the courage, I pull away from him and squat down in front of him.

I lean in, close enough to catch the subtle scent of deodorant, saliva, and precum. He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose as I adjust my position, the sound barely audible above the pounding of my pulse in my ears. His hand moves gently to the back of my head, not in a forceful way, but more of a silent encouragement kind of way.

I stare at his cock, inches from my face, long with a slightly downward curve and a pointed tip, glistening before me. I've waited for this, longed for it, dreamt about it, and now it's here I don't want to waste another second. I lick my lips and open my mouth as I lean in.

I feel his cock press gently against my tongue as I wrap my lips carefully around the tip. Slowly, I move my lips downward along his shaft slowly. His hand tightens slightly at the back of my head, guiding me closer, and I feel the pressure build as he slides up against the entrance to my throat.

I hold him there as I get used to the sensation of having a cock in my mouth again. Then, I pull back slowly, sliding his cock out down to the tip before easing him in again. I repeat this over and over, the initial nerves fading away with each stroke. Before long, I'm completely relaxed, right back in my happy place and loving it.

After a few minutes, he begins to take the lead, gently guiding my head as the rhythm becomes more deliberate and confident. His cock begins to hit the back of my throat with more and more force. And although the pressure is intense, I focus on keeping my gag reflex at bay.

"Ah yeah!" He moans under his breath urging me on. "Take it!"

I look up at him and see him looking at me with an intense stare, mouth wide open as he pulls my head down again which excites me. Emboldened and feeling the need to impress, I adjust my position slightly for a better angle of attack. I take his cock to the back of my throat again, but this time I don't relent as I push down on it.

The pressure quickly builds behind my eyes and in my chest but within seconds I feel a pop in my throat as his cock slips down my throat.

"Ah fuck!" He exclaims, clearly enjoying himself. "Just like that!"

The pressure is immense. Testing me to the limit but I fight with everything I have to keep my gag reflex at bay as he holds me in place. My cock throbs from the thrill of being throat fucked while my chest burns from the lack of air going into them.

I lose track of time, but eventually, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, I tap out. He loosens his grip, and I pull back. His cock slides out of my throat allowing the cool air fills my lungs.

As I catch my breath, I stare at his cock. A thick saliva coat glistens in the light with a small drop of precum dripping from the tip. He lets out an audible exhale as he puffs out his cheeks. My knees ache from squatting down so long, so I reach out and grasp the toilet paper dispenser as I pull myself up. As I straighten up, a brief wave of dizziness washes over me. I stumble and almost fall over as I lean against the door for support, until I regain my composure.

He watches me intently, and almost immediately, his hands move to the waistband of my shorts, pawing at them as he peels them down. I feel a mix of anticipation and nervous energy as he reaches for my cock and pulls back my foreskin again, revealing my precum soaked tip.

He then releases it and slides a hand around my back, resting it firmly on my butt cheek. His fingers trace along my crack, brushing over my hole, which sends a shiver through me.

"What do you want to do now?" he asks, his voice low and calm.

I look at him and smile. I take a small step back, then bend over at the hips and take his cock in my mouth again as I wiggle my backside, inviting him in. His hand moves carefully over my back before his fingers slide down my crack and begin to rub my anus.

It feels so good to have my hole played with again. He removes his fingers before a soft sound breaks the silence as I hear him spit. A few seconds later I feel a cool, wet sensation as his fingers return to my hole.

I let out a soft moan to spur him on. I feel his finger tip poke at my hole, gently at first, quickly followed up with a firm thrust as his digit penetrates me. It doesn't take long and soon he's sliding in and out of me freely. Before I know it he adds another finger and then another as my hole opens up for him.

I can't wait any longer. I stop sucking and let his cock slip out of my mouth. I raise myself upright barely able to contain my excitement. I reach into my pocket, fingers fumbling about searching for the lube and condoms.

Before I have a chance to pull them out, his hands are on my hips. He pulls me closer, then, firmly guides me to bend forward. I don't resist as I lean over and place my hands against the concrete wall.

I look back over my shoulder and see him crouching down behind me.

Time seems to slow as he leans in closer. His hands grasp my ass, squeezing it firmly as he parts my cheeks. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his breath against my wet hole. I close my eyes and take a long slow breath to calm myself as I feel his tongue make contact with my waiting sphincter.

He takes his time, exploring my hole slowly, almost expertly as his tongue licks and penetrates me.

I drop my head drop slowly, the tension in my body building as I open my eyes open my eyes. I see his hard cock jutting out between my legs. I reach down instinctively, my fingertips barely able to reach it as they brush over the tip.

He slips his fingers back inside me this time with growing intensity. Excited, I find myself unable to hold still, as I push back onto them while craving more. I feel the pressure on my prostate as his fingers press up against it, causing a large amount of precum to leak from my throbbing cock. He slips in a third finger, stretching me out good. Twisting and prodding my hole with increasing enthusiasm and ease.

Suddenly, he stands up behind me.

I arch into him instinctively as I take his cock in my hand, pulling him towards me our bodies pressing up against each other as I direct him towards my ass.

"Ready?" he asks, calmly.

"Yeah," I reply, trying to sound just as calm, while bursting with excitement inside.

He steps back slightly, while withdrawing his fingers as I reach into my pocket again. Finally I manage to grip hold of the box of condoms and pull it out. My hands tremble slightly with anticipation as I tear into the packaging. I fish out a single wrapper and set the rest aside on the windowsill.

Barely able to wait any longer I tear the wrapper open with my teeth. I look up at him, his eyes locked on to me waiting, his hard cock twitching as he waits patiently. I take the condom in my hand and turn to face him.

I place it over the tip, pinch the teat before rolling it down his impressive length. Once on I step back and stare at it. It fits snugly, and though a small part of me wishes that we didn't need it, I know that I've already taken enough risks up to this point.

Turning away from him, I reach into my pocket and pull out the bottle of lube. I pop the cap and squeeze a small amount onto my fingers, working it between them before reaching back and rubbing it over and into my hole, preparing it with slow, deliberate care.

I glance over my shoulder, my heart racing inside my chest.

"Ready?" I ask nervously.

"Oh yeah!" He exclaims as he steps forward.

As he steps up to me, I can feel the heat radiating from his body as his cock presses up against me between my cheeks. There's a pause for a moment, before I feel his hand brush against my lower back and onto my hip. I exhale slowly, as he guides me where he wants me.

My fingers grip the edge of the windowsill, knuckles turning white as the tension builds inside me. He presses his cock up against my hole and begins to push. I feel my hole open up, stretching as it slides over his tip as it enters me. I exhale slowly, as I adjust to the slight pain from being stretched, before I pushing back gently inviting more of it inside me.

Before I know it, he's all the way inside me. He withdraws slightly before thrusting into me again. It feels amazing having a cock inside me again and I can't help but think to myself that it really has been too long as I feel his pubic bone bottom out against me.

His grip shifts from my hip, wrapping around to my front. I gasp at the sensation as he takes hold of my cock. I look down and watch his hand stroke my cock in perfect sync with his thrusts. Every nerve inside me seems to come alive as I watch precum drip down from my cock in long thick strands, which swing wildly before snapping off onto the floor only to quickly reform and repeat the cycle over and over.

His other hand slides up to the back of my neck, forcing me down with a firm but steady pressure. I love the feeling of being manhandled while he fucks me, as the last few nerves melt away. That is until the moment abruptly shattered by the high-pitched squeal of the bathroom door swinging open.

We both freeze. My heart jumps to my throat as my head snaps around to face the door. Terrified I try to slide off his cock but he holds onto me tightly in place by the back of my neck and cock.

I daren't even breathe. Every muscle in my body tenses as I try to make out how many footsteps echo off the tiled floor as they step inside. A soft thud of a hard-soled shoe echoes inside my ears, each step louder than the last until they're right outside the cubicle.

An ominous dark shadow casts beneath the door. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest that I'm certain whoever's outside can hear it too, every beat thundering in my ears, drowning out everything else.

My mind races desperately, trying to make sense of who it could be. Who'd wear a hard souled shoe? I ask myself. Then it hits me, the police that's who.

Panic surges through me. We're busted. I'm about to be outed, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Then there's two soft knocks on the door.

"Matt?" Comes a man's voice from the other side.

I look back at him, noticing the confusion etched across his face from the sound of the name. Without a word, he reaches over, fumbles with the lock, unlocks the door, and cautiously peeks out around it. Seizing the moment, I try to ease myself free off his cock again, but he holds me firmly, refusing to let go.

"Hi," the stranger says hesitantly. "We... we spoke on Grindr?"

His eyes shift from the man outside of the cubicle to me, as confusion spreads across his face. The door creaks open a little more. There's a pause, as I see a flicker of realisation forming on his face.

"You mean...?" he trails off, his brow furrowed as he gestures vaguely toward me, finger hovering in the air like he's waiting for confirmation. "Wait... You're not from Grindr?"

I blink nervously, and give a sheepish shake of my head. There's a brief pause as he tries to process what's happening. Then his expression shifts. Confusion giving way to bemusement. His confused expressing cracking as his lips twitch, and a chuckle escapes. Within seconds, he's laughing seemingly in disbelief and bewilderment.

"Ah man..." he says, as he looks back towards the other guy outside. "I thought he was you."

"Ah... Okay... No problem," replies quickly clearly caught off guard. "I'll, uh... leave you two to it."

Matt shakes his head and waves his hands gesturing towards us.

"Don't be silly," he says in a light-hearted tone. "Come in. He won't mind."

My stomach drops. He won't mind? I blink, feeling completely stunned. Did I miss something? Since when did I sign off on adding another party into this mix?

I stare at Matt. He's serious, not a hint of hesitation in his face and doesn't seem to even notice the hesitation written all over mine.

"Uh, are you sure?" the stranger asks, his voice uncertain as he lingers just outside the cubicle, trying to peer around the door without intruding. His eyes meet mine for just for a second, before flicking back to Matt.

"I mean..." I start, my voice low, unsure how to push back without causing a scene.

"Yeah, I'm sure he's cool with it," Matt cuts in smoothly, waving a hand like it's no big deal.

The stranger hesitates, clearly still unsure. He shifts his weight awkwardly, glancing between us.

"Alright," he says after a few second, as if he was waiting to see if I'll object.

I don't say anything, although the words are right there on the top of my tongue. Actually, I'm not cool with this, but the words fail don't come out.

For a second, nothing happens, before Matt opens the door wider. The stranger steps forward, ducking his head nervously as he edges into the tight space of the cubicle. Still inside me, Matt's hands moves from my cock onto my hip and begins to awkwardly shuffle me backwards towards the toilet to make room for the stranger.

As he steps into the cubicle, I finally get a proper look at him. He's older, mid-fifties, maybe, with a head of neatly combed grey hair. He's wearing a navy jacket with the sleeves casually rolled up, it's front unzipped to reveal a pale blue dress shirt beneath. His grey trousers cling snugly around a soft, rounded belly.

There's a nervous energy to him, like he's unsure how to act as, his eyes flick between me and Matt as he tries to read the situation. His hands stay close to his sides, not yet sure what to do with them. He offers a small, polite smile, the kind you might give when stepping into a room you weren't sure you were invited to, which, in fairness, he kind of wasn't.

Matt looks at me and then back at the man.

"Don't worry," he says quietly, "we're all friends here."

The man nods nervously, before reaching back, closing the door behind him and locking it with a sharp click.

"Cozy, huh?" Matt says in a jovial manner.

I don't answer. My mind is racing, still desperately trying to catch up as my head repeatedly swivels between the two.

The stranger looks between us, seemingly still unsure.

"So... should I...?" He starts.

Matt in response gives him a nod.

"Yeah man, enjoy," he replies.

I'm completely speechless, caught somewhere between confusion and sheer disbelief. My mouth opens, but no words come out. Matt, meanwhile, seems completely oblivious as to what he's just done, like inviting a stranger into share the stranger you're fucking is the most natural thing in the world.

The man stands awkwardly near the door, clearly waiting for some sort of signal. Matt gives me a small nudge with his hips urging me on. I look at the stranger again who seems more nervous than I am.

Matt doesn't wait for me to decide. I feel him shift behind me, his hands gripping me firmly on my waist as he moves to continue what we'd started. But the tension of the situation has clearly had an effect on him as his softened cock buckles as he tries to thrust into me.

I feel him pause as he reaches down between us. He takes hold of his cock, gives it a quick stroke before trying to feed it back into my hole.

Meanwhile the stranger nervously opens his jacket. There's a hesitance in his movements as he begins to fumble with his belt. He avoids eye contact, focusing on the slow process of undoing his trousers. The waistband of his grey briefs peeks out as the fabric loosens around his midsection.

The stranger pauses again, as his trousers fall and hang loosely around his thighs. My hands rise up almost instinctively, fingers finding the waistband of his briefs. I hesitate briefly as my fingers take hold of the material before tugging slowly.

A narrow trail of hair begins just above the band, guiding my eyes downward. As the fabric lowers, it reveals a dense patch of dark pubic hair, which is completely ungroomed and untouched. Then, with a soft bounce, his cock springs out into view. It's not especially long, perhaps four inches soft. A thick turtle neck of foreskin covers the head in a way that gives it a compact, unassuming appearance. Beneath it, his testicles are notably big in comparison, although nestled tightly in a drawn scrotum that rises slightly with the room's cool air.

I release the stranger's briefs, letting them fall away. I guess I'm doing this I think to myself as I place my hands around the back of his thighs. I open my mouth as I begin to pull him towards me. As he nears me, I can smell his musk. It's not bad or off putting in anyway. But I can tell its past midday on a warm summer's day.

His cock enters my mouth and I wrap my lips around it. It already tastes salty as I begin to work my lips from base to tip then back down again. I feel him quickly begin to grow in my mouth as his cock lengthens then springs upwards.

He shuffles slightly and I tighten my grip to keep my balance. Matt, now rock hard and seemingly over his slight softness issue is now getting back into his rhythm.

Skewered between the two men, I can't help but feel dirty. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm a grown man, with a respectable job, with friends and family who'd be disgusted if they knew that I'm here fucking two guys in a public bathroom.

But I'm not ashamed, I'm excited. As Matt thrusts into me harder and harder I can feel my hard cock bouncing around beneath me. I can't help but take a deep inhale through my nose, savouring the stranger's masculine scent as I slide my lips down to the base of his cock, burying my nose into his thick pubic hair.

The stranger rests a hand on my shoulder, gripping it firmly before pushing me gently away. I raise my head slightly and look back at his hard cock. It sticks straight upwards, probably somewhere between six and six and a half inches, with the foreskin still loosely covering the head.

I raise my hand rises my fingers wrap around the shaft. I pull the skin back in one smooth motion, revealing the deep purple flesh of the head beneath. I lean in, letting my tongue trace a deliberate path over the now exposed head. Once. Then again as the salty, tangy taste of his precum overwhelming my tastebuds.

Just as I begin to take him deep into my mouth again, Matt stops abruptly, leaving me somewhat frustrated. I was just starting to enjoy it again after the last sudden pause. Before I can react, a sharp slap lands squarely on my ass, the sound cracking through the silence.

He lets out a long-exaggerated exhale.

"Do you want a go?" He asks casually.

The stranger glances at Matt, then down at me.

"Y... yeah!" He stammers, nervously. "Do you have a rubber?"

As Matt slides out of me, I reach for the small box perched on the windowsill. I fish out a foil packet, and tear it open again with my teeth in one swift motion. The wrapper flutters to the floor. His cock twitches in my hand as I pinch the tip and roll the condom over the tip and down his shaft.

Once securely on, I turn back to Matt, who peels off his own condom with a quick tug, the latex snapping loudly as it's torn away before being discarded onto the floor.

"I need to hurry up," the stranger mutters behind me. "The missus is downstairs shopping. I told her I wouldn't be long."

His hands are already on my hips, pulling me back toward him.

He doesn't waste time. One hand stays on my hip, the other guide his cock into position. I feel the blunt pressure press against my hole. He hesitates for half a second. Then with a hard push, he sinks his cock into me with a loud grunt.

I steady myself, pressing my hands against the walls either side of me. He starts off fast, and quickly ramps up from there, each short thrust rougher than the last. There's no build-up, no tease, just the sound of skin on skin slapping and his heavy breathing, filling my ears.

"Fuck..." he mutters. "So, fucking tight."

Matt watches from in front of me, eyes locked on us like it's his own personal show. His hand's on his cock, stroking it slowly.

The stranger pounds into me even harder. His grip tightens on my hips like he's desperately trying to hold himself together.

Matt steps forward, his hand gripping the back of my head. He tilts my head up, and without a word, pushes his cock toward my mouth. I part my lips without thinking, taking him in until the taste hits. The bitter, greasy, chemically taste from the lube, mixing with the thick scent of sex and precum. It tastes awful, but I don't stop as he slides deeper, filling my mouth, pushing towards the back of my throat.

Matt then thrusts harder and I gag as he forces his cock down my throat.

"Oh fuck!" Matt exclaims.

The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and grunts, the sounds of our bodies slapping together as well as my own choked breaths. It's overwhelming, but addictive. The thought that it's me pleasuring both of them bringing them ever closer to the brink, desperate to blow their collective loads into me, has my head spinning.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," the stranger groans behind me. "Fucking hell..."

He slams forward one last time, body pressed up tightly to mine. I feel the deep throb of his cock, pulsing hard inside me as he fills the condom. He stays there for a minute, rigid and breathless, before finally pulling out, his body shuddering as the tip exits me. Part of me is a little disappointed that he hadn't filled my ass instead, but I know it's better to be safe.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath, while peeling off the condom.

I let Matt slip from my mouth and I straighten up to catch my breath. I turn towards the stranger who's already zipping up his trousers. The condom hanging heavily from between his fingers, it's tip filled with a huge load of cum. Seeing how much cum there is makes me even more disappointed that it's not inside me.

"I gotta go," he says, barely looking back. "Thanks, lads."

He opens the door and just like that, he heads to the sink, washes his hands before disappearing out of the door, leaving the door half-open behind him.

I close the door and turn to face Matt. He's just standing there, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly as he stares intensely at me. I meet his stare. He doesn't need to speak. Neither do I.

I'm not in the mood to waste time. I grab the last condom from the box and rip it open. I roll the rubber down over his shaft, feeling the tension in his thighs as he watches on.

Then I turn around, brace both hands against the stall wall, and push my hips back. The sound of him stepping forward is all the warning I get.

He thrusts straight into my hole, stretching me out all over again. It feels so good that I have to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out. The thin wall begins to shake with every thrust as he quickly ramps up the pace. There's no messing around this time, no slow build up just straight to fucking my brains out.

Every thrust ripples through me as I begin to moan. One of his hands grabs me by the waist, the other presses firmly between my shoulders, keeping me pinned just where he wants me.

"You love this," he mutters, in my ear.

"Oh God..." I exclaim as I find myself nodding in response.

He's relentless, completely uninhibited, the grunts, the slap of our bodies, all of it dangerously loud for such a public space. And that risk just makes it even hotter.

Suddenly his breathing changes.

"Where do you want it?" He grunts.

I hesitate as I suddenly become flushed. In that second, I don't really know. I have to think quickly. I can't go home covered in cum and I don't want to taste the slimy chemically taste of the condom so there's only one real choice.

"Cum inside me," I gasp, barely able to get the words out.

"You sure?" he asks, sounding a little breathless, like the offer caught him off guard.

I nod hard, the stall walls shaking slightly with the motion. "Yeah. Do it."

He pauses just for a second. Then I feel him pull out much to my frustration. But before I can even react to the loss, he slams right back in, harder than before.

The air is forced from my lungs in a sharp exhale as his body crashes into me. His thrusts quickly turn punishing, almost desperate. His grip tightens around my hips, keeping me steady as he drives into me, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. His thrusts are so powerful my knees start to give under the force of it.

Then it hits. My own orgasm rips through me without warning. I spasm violently, my cock pulsing as I shoot cum onto the tile floor, my cry muffled against the back of my hand. My legs buckle fully now, but he grabs hold of me, keeping me upright, keeping me still while he finishes what he started.

And that's when I feel him.

"Oh fuck!" He exclaims, under his breath.

I feel his body go rigid, and then that first deep pulse inside. His cock throbs, buried to the hilt inside my ass, as he unloads with a low, rasping groan. It feels amazing as the heat of it spreads through me in waves. I can't help but shudder, barely able to stay upright as he empties himself.

The stall goes silent again. Just the sound of us catching our breathing. He stays there a moment longer, his body pressed against mine, his hand still gripping my waist. Then, I feel every inch of his cock as he pulls it out, much to my disappointment.

A few more seconds pass.

Then I feel it, a slow, warm trickle running down the inside of my thigh. At first, I think it must be the lube. Pushed up deep inside me, heated to the point it becomes runny. But it keeps coming. Oozing out of me in quantities far greater than what I used.

I spin my head around and look down at his cock. His cock hangs there, slowly starting to soften. Glistening in the light, with a little drop of cum still smeared around the head and no condom in sight.

"... Wait. Where the fucks the condom?" I exclaim.

Matt exhales as he tries to catch his breath while running a hand through his damp hair.

"You said to cum inside you,'" he mutters seemingly oblivious to my concern.

I blink.

"I... meant inside the condom. Not inside me," I snap.

He raises his brows, like this is all news to him.

"Oh. I thought you meant inside, inside," He replies while giving a half shrug. "Sorry."

I open my mouth to say something, but I don't as I feel more cum bubble out of me.

"You don't have to worry. I'm clean. I get checked regularly" he adds, seemingly sensing that the silence has stretched on for too long.

I'm slightly taken aback by just how reckless I've been. My stomach twists. I want to believe him but there's a feeling in the pit of my stomach which his hard to handle right now.

"You better be," I mutter, reaching for toilet paper.

Matt tucks his cock away and zips up, while casually watching me wipe the cum from my ass. Like we're just two gym bros finishing a workout.

"It is better without one though, isn't it?" he says, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead while still breathing heavily.

"Risky though," I reply, without looking up. "You don't know where I've been."

"True," he shrugs. "But you don't strike me as someone that takes a lot of risks. I'm guessing you don't do this sort of thing often."

"Yeah, first time," I reply.

"Really?" He replies in surprise. "I'd have guessed second or third, judging by how nervous you were."

"Nope, definitely first time," I reply.

He nods slowly, like he's trying to work out whether to believe me or not.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He asks casually.

"No," I reply bluntly.

"Girlfriend? Wife? Full time pole swallower? What?" He probes.

"I'm not out, and single," I reply.

"How long have you been fucking guys for?" He asks.

I hesitate before answering.

"A... a few months," I reply. "You two were numbers three and four."

"Come on man, those are rookie numbers," he snorts. "A few months in I was already well into double digits."

"Yeah. The first guy kept me busy for a while. Then he went back to his boyfriend," I reply. "Second one was... random. Married. But he had a nice fat cock."

"Nice," he replies.

I open the stall door, letting a rush of cool air hit us, as I make my way over to the sinks and Matt follows close behind.

"Me and my boyfriend never use rubbers," he says casually as we start to wash our hands.

"If you have a boyfriend, why are you here?" I reply in surprise.

"We're both tops," he replies. "So, it's a constant fight on who goes on the bottom. And we're at the point where we don't really fuck anymore. So, I figure that I'll have to get it from somewhere else. Plus, I think he's cheating on me."

"Well, you definitely are cheating on him," I laugh.

"Worst part is, I don't even care if he is," he replies. "I'd happily have an open relationship. It was him that said he wanted to be exclusive."

I grab a paper towel and dry my hands as he does the same. I look at him, suddenly unsure what to say. I start to think about the possibility that Matt could be one of my regular fuck buddies. After all he has a great cock, and knows how to use it.

"... Can I get your number?" I ask finally.

He hesitates, then shakes his head.

"My boyfriend checks my phone sometimes," he shrugs. "I can't risk that."

"That's rich. You're worried about him catching you messaging another guy, but not about raw-dogging a stranger in a toilet?" I laugh.

"Well, when the moment strikes," he laughs. "And it was you who said to cum inside you."

"Let's not get into that again," I mutter.

"I can't believe that other guy came," Matt replies.

"Yeah. Who was he?" I reply.

"Just some guy from Grindr," he replies. "Said he wanted to suck my cock. I thought my luck was in when you bent over."

"I didn't know what to do when he showed up," I reply. "And you wouldn't let me go."

"Well, he knew my name," he replies. "Figured it wasn't the police."

"I still can't believe that you just invited him in," I reply.

"Well, it was only fair, can't have you cock blocking him," he laughs.

"A bit presumptuous on your part though," I reply.

"Oh, you loved it," he replies with a smirk.

There's a pause as we linger at the sinks for way longer than needed. Long enough for the moment to begin to feel awkward.

"Guess I'll just... hope to bump into you again sometime," I say as I start to edge towards the door.

"Yeah, I'd love to raw dog you again," he replies.

"You wish," I reply with a grin.

"Yeah, I do," he laughs.

The moment fizzles awkwardly. We both sort of half-smile, not sure whether to shake hands, hug or kiss each other. I turn and head out first. He follows a few steps behind, then veers off without another word.

As I climb the steps to the car park, feeling yet more of his cum ooze out of me. I'm hit by a wave of post orgasm clarity which stops me in my tracks. I love fucking guys. I've never enjoyed sex as much in my life as I do when I'm with a guy. I'm becoming addicted. But what scares me is how many risks that I've been willing to take. I know that I need to calm down but part of me doesn't want to.