At the urinals (Patreon)

I was at a shopping mall in Lisbon having dinner before a midnight movie screening with my boyfriend at the time and a few friends. The cinema had a bar-restaurant attached, and that’s where we were eating. 

At some point I decided to go to the bathroom. I already knew that particular bathroom had a reputation for cruising, but since it was late night I wasn’t really expecting anything. I mostly just needed to piss.

I went downstairs and found the bathroom almost empty, except for one short guy in his twenties or early thirties standing at the urinals. I went into one of the private stalls, took care of business, and then I heard it — low moaning and quiet dirty talk. I stayed completely still and listened. He was jerking off at the urinals!!! There was no one else in the bathroom.

I flushed, stepped out, and looked at him. His eyes were closed, chin tilted up, hand moving fast on his cock. I just stood there watching for a few seconds. His dick was average, but he was working it like he was desperate to cum. Something in me clicked. I lost the last of my hesitation, walked over, and asked:

“Do you want some help?”

He opened his eyes, coming out of his trance, and looked at me.

“You want cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you looking for someone to take care of that?”

“Come here then, faggot. I already knew if I stood here long enough some faggot would show up to suck me off.”

“So you know how this works…”

I moved closer, dropped to a crouch right there in front of the urinals, and took him into my mouth. His cock tasted like sweat and a little like piss, but I swallowed it anyway. My boyfriend and our friends were waiting upstairs, and here I was on my knees in a public bathroom sucking off a stranger. Classic slut behavior.

The short guy — masculine, short beard, shaved head — started fucking my mouth the best he could from that angle. I tried to pull off and suggest we move to a stall.

“No,” he said. “I want you to suck it right here. I’m gonna cum quick.”

I was nervous someone would walk in, including my own boyfriend, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I just focused on sucking him properly, taking him as deep as I could while drool ran down my chin onto the tiled floor.

He gripped my head and used my mouth with short, rough thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum, faggot. Swallow everything. Don’t you dare stain my clothes.”

His breathing got heavier. He started muttering under his breath and then let out a low, rough sound as he came hard, pumping his load straight into my mouth. I stayed still and swallowed all of it without complaint. 

When he finished, I cleaned his cock with my tongue, stood up, and washed my hands.

I walked back upstairs to my boyfriend and friends with another guy’s cum still coating my mouth.

He never knew.

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