My Encounter with a Stranger in the Toilets

My mind was consumed by the memory of my last visit to the toilets. The taste of two cocks in my mouth, the feeling of being fucked, and the sensation of powerlessness still lingered. It had been a week since I returned, but the memory of that experience continued to haunt me.

I stepped into the toilets, hoping to relive those moments once more. The space was dimly lit, and the silence was almost deafening. I glanced around, noticing that the two cubicles were open, but there was no one in sight.

I approached one of the urinals, where a man stood, seemingly taking a piss. He looked up at me, and I quickly retreated to a cubicle, not wanting to intrude on his moment. I stood, waiting for my bladder to release, my cock straining against my pants.

The silence was oppressive, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was waiting for me to leave. But I lingered, hesitant to abandon the space that had become my sanctuary.

As I turned to leave, the man caught my eye again, this time with a hint of a smile. I nodded, and he reciprocated, his eyes never leaving mine.

My instinct took over, and I took a step back, my eyes locked on his. He turned, and I saw that he was holding his cock in his hand, a nervous smile spreading across his face. My heart racing, I reached out, and he let me stroke his length.

His cock was thick and uncut, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to it. I stroked him, and he rubbed my cock through my pants, sending a shiver down my spine. I was still scared, but my desire took over, and I knelt in front of him, my mouth watering in anticipation.

He let me take control, and I wrapped my mouth around his cock, feeling it swell in my mouth. I pulled back his foreskin, exposing the glans, and licked it, tasting the hint of piss and precum. He grunted in pleasure, and I knew I had him hooked.

I sucked him, my mouth moving up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder with each passing moment. He reached back and pulled his tracksuit bottoms down, exposing his cock and balls to my gaze.

I licked the length of his shaft, covering it in sloppy kisses, and then sucked half his cock head into my mouth. He groaned, and I knew I had him where I wanted him.

He took control, lifting his cock and guiding my mouth to his sack. I eagerly licked his balls, opening my mouth wide to bathe each sphere in my saliva. He opened his legs, and I felt my tongue brush into the soft spot between his balls and asshole.

I stopped, and he let me worship his cock head, pulling his foreskin back to expose the glans. I kissed and licked it, feeling it swell in my mouth. He was hard, and I could feel his precum oozing from his slit.

We disengaged, and I nodded towards the cubicle. He smiled, and we made our way inside, shutting the door behind us. I lowered my pants, letting my engorged cock out of its restraints.

He took my cock in his hand, and we rubbed each other gently, building my erection. I knelt in front of him, and he pushed his clothing to the floor, exposing his muscular thighs and flat bottom.

I placed my hands on his lower hips, running them up and down his thighs as I took his cock in my mouth once more. I fully engulfed his cock head, feeling it push back against my throat. I brought a hand up to tease and rub the underside of his balls, and he responded by pushing forward.

He took control, pushing me deeper and deeper onto his cock until he grasped the back of my head and pushed me as far as he could. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and I loved it. I felt the saliva build, and he assaulted my throat again, pushing hard so my nose was in his pubes and his cock was in my throat.

He held me there for a few moments, then withdrew, and I sucked and licked his drool-covered member, bathing his cock head and shaft with my lips and tongue. He let me worship his cock, then grasped my head and started to fuck my mouth again, going deeper until he hit my throat and pushed me into his hairy belly.

I let him use me until I couldn’t hold him there anymore, then backed off. He started wanking his cock in my face, letting me run my tongue all over his head and sucking his crown into my mouth.

At the same time, I was running my hands over his ass and balls, squeezing and rubbing him, and sliding a finger into his ass crack. He relaxed his cheeks slightly, and I brushed my finger around his asshole, feeling it slightly moist from his exertions.

The action must have pushed him over the edge, as he started to push me down his shaft again. This time, I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his slit, making his cock much more slippery and sexy. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth, using his hips and ass in a circular motion, his cock fully engorged and hard.

I just relaxed and let him build to his orgasm, almost crying out in ecstasy as he fucked my face. He tensed and groaned deeply, then as he pushed as far as he could, he shot his spunk down my throat. I felt the first two jets of cum go straight down, then he pulled back slightly, and his other emissions spurted into my mouth, coating my tongue.

His cum tasted salty and felt thick as I swirled my tongue around his cock head, feeling him twitch and shudder as he orgasmed. I swallowed his gift, and he pulled it back for a moment, holding it before my avid gaze before offering it back to me to slowly suck it deep into my eager mouth to taste his juices.

After a few more slow sucks, he withdrew and stood back to adjust his clothing. He glanced down at my own hard precum leaking cock, but made no attempt to offer relief. Instead, he mouthed a quiet thank you and left the cubicle. I sat on the toilet and masturbated, reliving the feel and taste of his oral assault.

My lips still tasted his cum-coated cock as I finally shot my cum onto the toilet floor.