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 ofthe 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 areunspoken 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.
