Thursday, 0658 p.m. #2
Dane bit his tongue to stifle a laugh as he leaned back up.
He unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick.
His fingers wrapped around his shaft and pulled back the foreskin.
He was ready. The only thing he had to wait for was the signal—Ty’s finger through the hole, showing that he was willing to suck him.
Dane positioned himself in front of the opening, wanking and presenting his dick because he knew that others also tended to spy through to get a preview of what was waiting for them.
Ty might be the same. The other good thing about standing closer to the hole was that the chances of Ty seeing Dane’s face drastically reduced.
He could hear the jeans zipper open on the other side of the wall. Ty was as ready as him. He wanted it, just like him.
Eager to get his dick inside of Ty’s mouth, Dane didn’t take his eyes off the hole, and after a few moments, Ty’s finger appeared. He brushed his fingertip around the hole as if he wanted to prepare it for being the connector of two horny guys about to get dirty with each other.
Dane took a step closer. His cock was now only millimeters away from Ty’s finger. He gasped for air, yearning to be touched.
Ty’s index finger reached forward and touched the tip of Dane’s glans. A tremble bolted through Dane as Ty’s finger clung to his cock, leading him toward the hole. Ty’s thumb joined in, and both rubbed around Dane’s glans, guiding him to the other side of the wall.
Dane obliged and pushed his dick and balls through, brushing his hands over the rough grey wall. He could feel Ty’s entire hand wrapping around Dane’s throbbing cock.
Ty’s dark blue jeans became visible in the gap between the floor and the wall when he kneeled down. As he could feel Ty’s breath on his cock, Dane knew that Ty’s face must now be right in front of it.
Just the thought of Ty taking him into his mouth made Dane shake with excitement. This dude, who had acted as if he was better than him for days, was now going to make him feel good for the first time since they met.
The wet sensation of a tongue gliding over his balls made his hips want to move back for a second, but Dane wasn’t going to allow them.
The tongue swirled around his scrotum, making sure to explore every inch before it moved up his shaft.
When it reached the top, Ty sucked on the tip of Dane’s dick as if it was a scoop of ice cream before wrapping his lips around Dane’s glans, letting him glide down his throat until all of it was inside of him.
If Dane hadn’t secured himself on the wall, he would’ve fallen over at the intensity of how Ty approached this blowjob.
He definitely knew how to swallow a cock.
Impressive. Dane didn’t think that his penis was extraordinarily massive, probably slightly above average, but he knew that only one person before Ty managed to swallow him entirely.
Dane closed his eyes, enjoying how Ty’s lips and tongue moved up and down his dick, how Ty’s fingers brushed over his balls.
It was like a meticulously orchestrated symphony.
He alternated the speed of how he worked his mouth around Dane’s cock—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes his hand and mouth switched positions.
Ty definitely wasn’t just hoping to get Dane to cum as quickly as possible.
How he worked on Dane’s dick made it evident that he wanted to savor that moment just as much as he wanted the other person to enjoy it.
Dane couldn’t help himself anymore and let out a moan. He knew he was getting closer to his climax, and since no one but them was around, there was no need to hold back the sounds of this intense pleasure.
Ty was skilled. He was probably one of the better blowjobs Dane ever got in his life, if not the best.
Finally, he puts that big mouth of his to some good use.
Another moan echoed through the restroom, this time from the other side of the wall. Too bad Dane couldn’t see Ty’s face as he gobbled down his dick. It would’ve been interesting to know if his eyes were as irked as usual or if he had another side.
Ty increased the speed with which he was bobbing his head.
Suck that cock, asshole.
Dane didn't understand where these thoughts came from. He had never said anything similar to the thoughts he had about Ty when he was fucking before. Probably because never in his life had anyone made him so agitated and aroused at the same time. What he would’ve given to say these words directly to him, but that would’ve been too much.
After all, he wanted to keep this going and not stop it mid-action.
With a loud slurp, Ty let go of Dane’s cock.
Dane opened his eyes. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Ty had stopped everything he did. His hands were gone, just like his mouth.
Why did he stop? Dane was already close, and Ty must’ve registered that as well.
Dane forced his gaze down while refusing to pull his cock back. He wanted to keep going, to shoot his load at the guy he despised so much.
The gap on the floor gave away that Ty got up. His jeans weren’t visible anymore. Dane ground his teeth. This had to be a joke. What was going on? There was a rustling of fabric as if he was getting dressed again. Or was he getting undressed?
Something was shoved through the gap underneath the wall: a small square object and a white folded paper.
What the fuck was Ty doing?
Dane pulled his cock out of the hole and leaned down to pick it up. The squared object crackled in his hand, and only now did he recognize that it was a condom.
He unfolded the note that came with it.
If you want to fuck my ass, put on the condom. If not, push it back, and I’ll finish what I already started.
Dane’s mouth watered so much that he had to gulp. Ty wanted to be fucked by him? Not just a blowjob? This never had happened to Dane before. His fingers fidgeted as he scrutinized the condom and reread the words.
It was wild how prepared this guy was. This couldn’t have been Ty’s first visit here if he had even brought a condom and a pre-written note with him.
Fucking a guy's ass? Dane couldn’t deny that he had been curious about it.
Ever since his first blowjob here, he lost any hesitations about getting some relaxation with the help of other men.
He read online that fucking an ass is supposed to be different.
It’s supposed to be tighter and way more intense while at the same time super pleasurable for the other man because of the prostate.
This was his chance to find out. If anyone should get his ass destroyed by him, it should be Ty, so why not follow his lead?
Dane ripped the plastic covering open and revealed the white condom. He put the wrapper in his pocket and rolled the condom over his glans down the shaft.
A second later, he pushed his dick back through the hole. The squelching sound of some lube being squeezed out of a bottle.
This time, Ty used both his hands to massage Dane’s dick.
He made sure to soak it well in lube while working his palms firm over him to maintain the throbbing erection.
He couldn’t know that there was no risk of it going down.
First, Dane never had the problems other guys have when putting on a condom.
Second, he was so eager to give it to him good that he probably would’ve stayed erect even if the roof over their heads would collapse onto them.
Dane felt his glans poke against something. It had to be Ty’s crack. Ty's hands guided Dane toward his ass, and as he pushed against Ty’s pucker, it twitched. As if it was the easiest thing in the world, Ty slid his ass onto Dane.
Both moaned in sync.
Ty’s ass was tight, warm, and prepared. The feeling, in fact, was different than with a woman. Not better or worse, just different. Pleasurable.
Ty shoved his ass down until Dane was entirely in him.
Slowly, he pulled away and then slid back onto it, repeating this over and over until he fully rode him.
As if Dane’s cock was one of those dildos you could mount to a wall.
Just like when Ty was blowing him, he soon found a rhythm as he was bouncing up and down.
His supple moans, combined with how he managed to tighten and relax his ass muscles around Dane’s cock, were driving Dane wild.
Even though they just started, he was close.
If Ty kept this rhythm, Dane knew he was about to cum within the next minute.
He could hear that Ty was wanking himself too.
Ty pushed himself so hard onto Dane that he had to actively focus on keeping his dick in place. The moans intensified and stopped together with the movement of Ty’s ass. It tightened so much that Dane understood that Ty had to be cumming.
“Don’t stop,” Dane whispered, more by accident than intentional. He was so close he wanted to cum too.
His words must’ve been heard because Ty returned to riding Dane’s dick. Within seconds he was back at the speed they had before, but everything felt so much more intense, as Ty’s ass was now even tighter after he came.
Dane didn’t hold back his moans either. His hips pressed into the wall, making it wobble, and, with a grunt, he shot a spurt of cum into Ty’s ass. Dane wrapped his fingers around the top of the stall to secure it and himself. With every spurt that left his cock, he thrust his hips forward.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, forgetting himself and everything around him for a moment.
Dane thought what he had done for the past months was wild, but this topped everything. Not only did he fuck his first ass, but it was also a guy he despised so much that he felt powerful for being able to shoot his load into him.
When the last spurt left him, Dane could feel his whole body relax. He panted. This had been what he needed. A smile crept up his face. Dane’s dick was still throbbing as Ty’s ass pulsated around him—neither of them wanting to pull away.
There are unspoken rules of how to handle what happens after. Usually, the guy who was serviced leaves the restroom first, and then the other person can decide to stay and wait for other people or leave a bit later so that everyone’s anonymity can be maintained.
Now that they did way more than just the usual blowjob, Dane wasn’t sure what to do. Ty clearly came, and if he were just as normal of a guy as Dane was, he would also be done for now, not waiting for the next person. So, who was going to leave first?
Dane listened closely, hoping to get a clue about what Ty would do. The flush of the toilet and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled up were followed by the door opening.
A thought crept up. Dane narrowed his eyes.
What if… Dane were to walk into him now, revealing to Ty that it was him who had just fucked him?
The way Ty treated him made it clear that the dislike was mutual, and somehow, the idea of shoving it into Ty’s stupid face—to see him perplexed when he found out—gave Dane a feeling of satisfaction.
Dane could hear him walk toward the exit, but the footsteps stopped. The water faucet was being turned on.
This was his chance. Now was the perfect opportunity if he wanted to rub it into Ty’s face. This way, he could also play it off as an accident. If Ty were to confront him, he could play innocent and be like: Oh, that was you? I thought you left, and someone else came in to wash his hands.
Dane closed the upper button of his pants, shoved the door open, and waltzed toward the sinks. He held his shoulders high, ready to bathe in Ty’s shocked face.
Ty was pumping soap into his hands, his back rounding over the sink. He let some water wash the lather away and, once they were clean, leaned down, pushing his head under the faucet to rinse his mouth.
Dane positioned himself next to him, turned on the water, and watched Ty through the mirror that extended over the entire wall in front of them.
Any second now, he would raise his head, his eyes would get big, and maybe he would give Dane even the gift of blushing red, flustered, fumbling for words.
Dane knew he shouldn’t stare so obviously, but this was too exciting.
The wall that was supposed to hide their identity was now gone.
Ty spit out the water he had let run into his mouth as if he was at the dentist, and someone had put some nasty stuff inside. With the back of his hand, he wiped the dripping water off his lips.
Dane turned his head toward the mirror and used his peripheral view to keep on observing. He didn’t want to be too obvious about it.
Ty straightened his back and got up.
Now, it was going to happen.
This was the moment when Ty would notice him.
Ty turned toward the dispenser on his right and, without even looking at Dane once, pulled out two paper towels, dried his hands, threw them into the trash next to the door, and left the restroom.
Huh?
The faucet stopped splashing water onto Dane’s hands, and as it dripped off him, he couldn’t move.
“That asshole completely ignored me,” Dane whispered.
He met his own eyes in the mirror, realizing he was the only one flustered now. He couldn’t let that sit on him. He wanted to tell this guy off. So he shook off the water, grabbed one towel, quickly dried his hands, and yanked the door open, rushing into the hallway.
The only one in the corridor was an elderly staff member who pushed a cart full of books in front of her.
Dane clenched his fingers into a fist. This guy had to be fucking with him—in the literal and metaphorical sense.
He let his shoulders sink down. Sure, he could run after him and try to catch up, but what good would that do?
Maybe it was for the best. Dane shouldn’t have broken the rules of his secret spot anyway.
He shouldn’t have been spying on who was in the other stall in the first place, let alone deliberately walking into him after they were done.
Dane let out a deep breath. He got what he wanted. Even more. And in the end, he probably also got what he deserved—the desolate hunch of him being the one who was played.