Silence.
He walked around the corner, past the urinals, to the stalls, and the green indicators on all of them welcomed him.
Just him in here.
For now.
Dane made his way to the stall furthest in the back, locked the door, and kneaded his bulge. This wasn’t the first time he had to wait for someone to join him. Usually, within a couple of minutes, a hungry cocksucker would walk in, examine the restroom just as he had done, and once they noticed him, drop to their knees within seconds.
He leaned against the wall across from the hole he was waiting to put his cock through soon. Before he could unzip his pants, the swinging sound of the opening entrance door made the hair on the nape of Dane’s neck stand up. Excited, he shoved his right hand behind his waistband, impatient to get some action. Footsteps approached him and waited for a moment in front of the door to his stall before they entered the adjacent one.
Through the gap underneath the thin grey wall, Dane could see brown leather sneakers and the brim of dark blue jeans. He wrinkled his forehead, knowing that the shoes somehow seemed familiar. He couldn’t just place who they belonged to. Feeling as if he had chugged down five energy drinks within two minutes, he squeezed his bulge.
Was there a chance the person on the other side wasn’t a stranger?
His dick felt like it was bursting out of his pants at the mere thought of secretly being blown by someone he knew—not to mention by a guy.
His whole body trembled when the door to the adjacent stall closed. He held his breath.
Who was it?
Was there a way to find out?
Did he genuinely want to?
Usually, it didn’t matter who was on the other side. Not knowing was part of the fun. He was going to get his dick sucked. That’s what he came here for, and yet…
Even though this was meant to be anonymous, there’s only as much anonymity as one can get in a library restroom.
Screw it.
If this was someone familiar and Dane recognized him, he wouldn’t blab. The unspoken rule was that no one who knew about this place would ever talk about what happened there, and he would follow it, no matter what.
Trying to spy through the hole, he leaned down. The bulge of dark blue jeans of a guy leaning against the other wall, a hand already on it, came into view. If Dane moved his head down further, there was a chance to see the face. So, trying to be as silent as possible, he leaned forward to get a better angle. He caught a glimpse of a black shirt and a brown bomber jacket.No way.The faint hint of a beard confirmed it without the need to see the whole face.
The person on the other side had to be…Ty?
Dane licked his tongue over his lips to moisten them. His heartbeat increased so much that he could feel the blood pulse through his cock while some precum already leaked out of him.
This… was perfect.
Karma wasn’t just a bitch. It was turning Ty into one.
This way, Ty could make up for his behavior—full cosmic redemption in exchange for a blowjob.
Never in a million years would he have imagined Ty to be one of the guys into this. Was he gay? How long has he known about this place? Had he been here before, possibly even sucked Dane previously?
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, wankingand 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.
