Silver hot guy in a public bathroom (Patreon)

Mall Bathroom

It was an ordinary weekday afternoon. I sat at a small table in one of the quieter shopping centers in Lisbon, laptop open, trying to focus on schoolwork. My table faced the entrance to the men’s room. I knew what sometimes happened in there during lunch hour—men from the surrounding offices slipping in for a quick, anonymous release before going back to their desks.

A few guys came and went. None of them held my attention.

Then he walked by.

Late thirties, maybe early forties. Tall and solidly built, the kind of stocky frame that filled out a tailored gray suit without looking soft. White shirt, no tie, the top button undone. Short gray hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and the calm, self-assured walk of a man who was used to being in charge. He glanced at me as he passed—just once, steady and assessing—before pushing the bathroom door open.

I closed my laptop, shoved it into my bag, and followed.

Inside, he was already at the urinals. Another man stood two stalls down. My heart was beating too fast. I was still young and inexperienced at cruising, still unsure how to make the first move. I slipped into one of the locked stalls, sat down, and waited, listening. After a minute I flushed, opened the door, and stepped back out.

He was alone now.

He turned his head and looked at me. His cock was already out, thick and hard, sticking straight out of his open fly. Heavy. Veined. The head was flushed dark. He gave it one slow stroke, then nodded toward the farthest stall.

I went in. He followed and locked the door behind us.

“Kneel,” he said. His voice was low, corporate, and completely certain. “And suck.”

I dropped to my knees on the cold tile. The smell of his skin and the faint scent of expensive cologne hit me as I leaned in. I wrapped one hand around the base and took the head into my mouth, tongue pressing against the underside. He was already leaking. I moaned quietly around him and started sucking in earnest—wet, hungry, and focused.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Good boy. Take it properly.”

I worked him deeper, letting saliva run down the shaft and drip onto the floor. He was thick enough that my jaw stretched around him. Every time I took him farther, he gave a low, approving sound. I looked up. His eyes were half-lidded, watching me with calm intensity.

He suddenly gripped both sides of my head and started thrusting into my throat in short, controlled strokes. I gagged hard, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull back.

“Take it,” he ordered. “All of it. Don’t you dare pull off.”

He forced himself deeper until my nose was pressed against the fabric of his suit pants. I choked around him, drooling heavily, the wet sounds echoing off the tiled walls. He held me there for several long seconds, cock pulsing on my tongue, before finally letting me breathe.

“Suck my balls,” he said, pulling out.

I immediately moved lower, taking one into my mouth, then the other, licking and sucking while he stroked his wet cock above my face. The heavy, warm weight of them filled my mouth. He groaned quietly.

“Both. Put them both in.”

I stretched my lips around both of his balls and sucked. He stroked faster, the head of his cock dragging across my forehead and cheek.

“Fuck, that’s good. Look at you. On your knees in a public bathroom for a complete stranger. You love this, don’t you?”

I moaned around him in answer.

He pulled his balls free and tapped his cock against my open mouth.

“Open wide. Tongue out. I’m going to feed you.”

I obeyed instantly—mouth open, tongue flat and waiting, eyes locked on his. He stroked himself hard and fast. His breathing grew heavier. Then he came with a low, restrained grunt, thick ropes of hot cum shooting across my tongue and into my mouth. I kept my mouth open and took every pulse, letting the bitter-salty taste flood me. Some spilled over my lip and ran down my chin onto the floor.

He kept stroking until he was empty, then pushed the head past my lips one last time so I could clean him.

“Swallow the last drops.”

I did.

He took a packet of tissues from his pocket, wiped his cock carefully, and tucked himself back into his suit pants like nothing had happened. He adjusted his shirt cuffs, looked down at me still kneeling on the floor with cum on my chin, and gave a small, satisfied nod.

Then he unlocked the stall and left without another word.

I stayed there for a moment longer, the taste of him still thick in my mouth. Delicious.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All acts depicted are consensual between the characters.