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Hot Bathroom Encounter
His eyes were on me the moment I walked into the bathroom. Lust burning in them like coals.
I feigned disinterest, walking past the brown-haired man at the urinal. In passing, I noticed that his shirt was well filled out by the muscled chest beneath it. I paused behind him, adjusting my backpack over my tight polo shirt, hinting at the lean, toned body beneath. Then I continued to walk, knowing that his eyes were glued to the pair of jeans that wrapped around my bubble butt like cling wrap.
His eyes followed me to the urinal beside him and watched as I fished out my cock.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw his eyes drop for a moment. My eyes followed to see a fat tube of man-meat that he was slowly massaging with his fingers. I glanced back up and saw that his eyes were fixed on me again.
Caught.
He smiled at me like a cat which has just spotted a mouse. Or like a horny man who has just found a willing cum-dump. I looked back down to see that his cock stiffening with the attention. Veins throbbing as it began to swell. He stroked it for show, seeing that I was hooked as I licked my lips in anticipation. I could feel my cock hardening under his burning gaze, feel it twitch as a pearly drop of pre-cum appeared on the man's own cock.
Heart beating hard, I flipped myself back into my jeans and walked into a cubicle. I glanced over my shoulder - an unneeded invitation. His eyes were fixed onto my back, burning with lust as he concealed his hardening weapon into his loose slacks. As he advanced, following me into the small cubicle, I could see the obvious bulge in his pants still growing, snaking down his leg.
The man closed the door behind him, his muscular bulk filling the space in the cubicle. I stroked his cock through the fabric, feeling the heat of that steely rod emanate in waves. He smiled, stroking my head in approval before he opened his pants again. In the narrow confines of the cubicle, I could smell the musk of his crotch. Hear the lust on his warm breath. See the pre-cum glistening on the end of his 8" missile that sprung out of its cloth carrier, automatically aimed at my parted lips.
I engulfed the proffered meat in my mouth. His eyes twinkled their approval. His hand cupped my head, urging me to take more into my throat. Gagging slightly, I succeeded in burying my nose into the stranger's bush.
He fucked my face slowly but firmly. He knew what he wanted. A cum-puppy to choke on his bone. A cum-dump for the load weighing down his hairy balls currently slapping my chin as he thrust. Like a good cocksucker, I stretched my lips wide to accommodate the hearty cock he fed me, milking it for the searing man-cream that I could almost feel boiling in his balls.
A sharp breath made me look up and I saw that our activities had been noticed. A pair of beady eyes watched from over the cubicle as the man took advantage of my warm, welcoming mouth. As I nursed on the cock burrowing into my throat, two pairs of eyes followed with burning intensity. Suddenly I was all too aware of the sounds of my gentle slurping on the shaft pistoning in and out of my mouth, and the heavy breathing of the horny strangers watching a cocksucker feed.
A grunt was all the warning I got before the man's creamy essence exploded into my throat. Wave after wave of hot salty cum washed over my tongue and cascaded down my throat. I sucked at the font of that cum until the stream faltered to a trickle. Then, feeling horny and used, I rubbed the cock over my cheeks, smearing the remnants on like face paint for the spectator. The man was spent and satiated, allowing me the honour of cleaning his cock of all traces of his tasty load. Then he retreated, tucking his cleaned cock back into his pants with only the mild thanks in his eyes as he left.
I sat on the toilet and waited, the cubicle door still ajar as he had left it. I did not have long to wait, as the voyeur's form filled the open doorway. He stepped into the space, weapon turgid and already prepared to hose my throat down with another load. I smiled a welcome, eager for the encore.
His response was in his hard, bright eyes. Burning with lust.