Chapter 3 Simon #2
Simon headed to the toilet without looking back.
He couldn’t just leave him in that state, but he needed a couple of minutes to think about how to handle this.
The last thing he wanted was to cause even more animosity between them.
Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a queue for the toilet, and he did actually need a piss.
Once he got to the urinal, he pulled his cock out and did what he always did when using the toilets in a gay club.
Just focus on the tile in front of you. Don’t look left or right; look only forward.
You’ll sense people looking at your dick, but you have to block them out or you’ll never be able to pee.
It was happening to him now. Simon knew that the guy next to him was practically looking over the urinal, and not being subtle about it either.
It was at that point his bladder complied, so Simon just had to focus on pissing, even with the audience.
He could smell the alcohol on the guy’s breath.
Why guys thought they had the right to look at someone else’s dick was a mystery.
If they did this to a straight guy, they’d rightly get punched in the face.
“I knew you’d have a nice cock,” said the voice next to him. A very familiar voice.
He looked across at Dexter’s face and wasn’t sure what to do.
Many lines had been crossed tonight, and he couldn’t even put his dick away as he was still midstream.
Simon snapped his attention back to the tile in front of him and focussed on getting the last piss out of his bladder.
He shook himself off, and was tucking himself away when Dexter didn’t just cross the line again, he obliterated it.
“Can I suck your cock?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Come on. I don’t have a gag reflex.”
Simon felt his dick twitch in his pants, and suddenly felt very sober, unlike Dexter, whose eyes were still glazed over.
He was smiling, and it changed his entire face, making him even more handsome.
Simon glanced at his pink lips just as Dexter wet them with his tongue.
The thought of sliding his cock between those lips was making Simon hard. He needed to get the fuck out of here.
At that moment, the cubicle door behind them opened and a guy stepped out.
Before he could register what was happening, Dexter had grabbed Simon and shoved him inside, locking the door.
Simon was shoved against the wall, and Dexter’s mouth was on his.
There was no subtlety as his tongue forced entrance into Simon’s mouth.
Even in his drunken state, it was clear Dexter was a great kisser.
His brain was telling him to stop, but his dick was now rock hard and had other ideas.
Dexter gripped it through his trousers, stroking it and humming as he continued to devour Simon’s mouth.
Dexter gripped the back of Simon’s head firmly.
It felt dominant and possessive, which was usually how Simon was.
Then he used his other hand to unzip Simon’s trousers, pulling his throbbing cock out.
Before Simon could register what was happening, Dexter had dropped to his knees – well, not putting them on the floor because even as inebriated as he was, Dexter obviously knew that kneeling on this floor would be a biohazard.
It hit Simon that Dexter was drunk and probably not in complete control of his decisions, then that thought went right out of his head as Dexter swallowed his cock to the hilt.
Simon involuntarily bucked his hips, sinking his length fully into that wet heat.
Dexter didn’t even gag, so he hadn’t been lying about that, and Simon was more than above average.
The hum of pleasure from Dexter’s throat caused another wave of pleasure to sweep through Simon’s body.
Nothing could stop him from gripping the back of Dexter’s head with both hands and fucking his throat.
He was aware of Dexter pulling his own cock out, but couldn’t see it from the angle he was at, and it was hard to keep his eyes open when he was having his brains sucked out through his dick.
The way Dexter used his tongue, getting under his foreskin and yet still taking his full length, was impressive.
This guy’s mouth was like nirvana. He’d never had a blow job like it.
All he could do was keep fucking his cock between those gorgeous lips, wondering what it would be like to fuck his hole, but he wasn’t doing that in the toilets at Mickey’s.
Getting a blow job from one of his direct reports wasn’t exactly a stellar career choice, but right now his brain had fucked off somewhere and he was being controlled by his hormones.
As he kept a steady pace of throat fucking, he felt that familiar tingle in his spine. He really wanted to cum down Dexter’s throat, but that wasn’t something you did without asking. It was gay basic etiquette.
“I’m getting close,” he said.
Dexter looked up at him. Those blue eyes had a glint in them, and he smiled before doubling down.
It was clear he wanted Simon’s cum, so he didn’t hold back as he kept fucking his cock into Dexter’s mouth.
He felt his balls tighten, and he edged towards the point of no return, no longer able to pull himself back from the brink, though he’d had no intention of doing that anyway.
“Fuck!” he grunted out as he emptied his balls down Dexter’s throat.
He took every drop, purring like a kitten. Simon watched Dexter’s body tense and looked down as he came all over the floor. Fuck, Dexter’s cock had some girth on it. He hadn’t bottomed in over a decade, but he might make an exception to feel that beast splitting him in two.
His breathing slowed and his cock slipped out of Dexter’s mouth. He stood up and smiled at Simon before leaning in for a kiss. It was gentle and tender, and it fucked with Simon’s head. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he kissed him back. He could taste himself on Dexter’s tongue.
“Are you guys done yet? Some of us actually need to have a shit,” said an annoyed voice on the other side of the door.
That made them both laugh, breaking some of the tension.
“You get us a drink. I’ll just have a Coke,” said Dexter. “I’ll get this mess off the floor and come and find you.”
He seemed more lucid than before. Simon nodded and left, telling the guy who was waiting that Dexter wouldn’t be long. He huffed and rolled his eyes. There was another guy behind him in the queue who looked Simon up and down before smiling. It was obvious to anyone what he’d just been doing.
He made his way to the bar as his brain came back online.
He’d just cum down the throat of one of his direct reports.
A guy who supposedly hated him, and who had a final interview for another job.
If Dexter got the job, Simon would get fired.
It was that simple. Add to that the fact that Dexter was heavily intoxicated, and Simon hadn’t stopped it .
. . What the fuck was he going to do? He felt like his head was going to explode, so he did the only thing he could think of and fled home.