Chapter 1: Introduction
Mike sighed as he entered the bathroom. He was exhausted, having walked around the mall for over an hour with his fiancé Emily who was giddily spending his money on more clothes she didn't need. He honestly didn't even need the bathroom he just needed a few moments of alone time.
There was three toilet stalls and unfortunately the middle one was occupied, so he ended up taking the far one closest to the wall, not really liking having to share a stall wall with a stranger. Mike took his pants down and sat down on the toilet, taking his phone out to scroll Instagram.
Mike was actually kind of horny too, a combination of being around so many hot young women in the mall, and the fact that Emily hated him masturbating so he hadn't jerked off in a while. As he scrolled through thirst pics on Insta he felt his dick harden to the point it needed some attention so he figured he might as well take care of it quietly here while he had a moment away. He just wished the guy in the middle stall would finish up and leave so he could jerk off without having to worry.
After about 5 minutes of scrolling with one hand and slow stroking with his other he started to think about what the guy next to him was still doing there. Maybe he was doing the same as Mike, sneaking in a quick walk on his workbreak or something.
Mike looked down and noticed his stall neighbor's foot was pointing kind of unnaturally towards him. It was a little strange he thought, so maybe he was actually jerking off too. The thought weirdly caused Mike's dick to twitch, there was something odd and perverted about jerking off next to another man who might be doing the same. Then the man tapped his foot on the floor, three times, very slow and deliberate.
Mike stared, unsure what was going on. It could have been just a nervous tic, but it was weirdly deliberate. Then the mystery man tapped his foot again, three more times, and Mike could clearly hear the sound of a dick being stroked. Mike shrugged, maybe the guy was just telling him he knew what he was doing too and that he was cool with it. Maybe he got off on guys jerking off near him, Mike didn't judge. So Mike took a breath, hoping he wasn't going to be called a weirdo, and tapped three times back, like toilet stall Morse code.
The sound of stroking next to him stopped and Mike's stomach lurched. "Oh shit, is this guy gonna call me out for being a weirdo now?" he thought, he hoped he hadn't freaked out this dude. Then he saw a couple fingers poke underneath the stall just a bit. They were curled slightly, and as Mike stared at them in bewilderment he realized that the mystery man was holding out his hand for Mike to put something in it, the very hard something that Mike had been slowly stroking this whole time.
Mike's mind raced, he felt his pulse quicken and he had no idea what to do. He should get up right now and just leave. But... Mike was insanely horny, and he needed to cum before going back to Emily. Maybe he should just finish himself off now and leave, no reason to engage with the odd guy hanging out in toilet stalls.
Despite everything going on in his head, all the voices telling him not to, that he was getting married, that he was straight, that no man had ever touched him, Mike felt himself turning on the seat towards the offered hand. He looked down again and noticed that the stall separating them had multiple dripping stains that could only be old dried semen stains, and the floor below had a few drops of what looked like fresh drops of cum. He took a deep breath as the hand pushed farther under the stall to him, everything below the wrist now on his side, and he leaned forward, squatting down and dangling his hard cock just above the hand.
Mike had a fairly large dick, his fiancé said it was roughly the size of her forearm and about as thick as her wrist. It was usually a pretty easy selling point when he'd picked up girls in the past. Seemed like men appreciated his size as well, because as Mike took a deep shaky breath and squatted lower, dropping his shaft into the hand which curled tightly around it, the man on the other side issued a breathily whispered "Oh fuck yes."
Mike leaned forward, his head and chest pressing into the stall wall as the man pulled him by the dick towards him, stroking him firmly and steadily. Mike groaned as he felt the mystery man's thumb run along the underside of his precum slick cock head. Mike's dick had an upward curve, so as he edged his hips towards the stall, his dick would be almost fully on the other side standing proudly.
Mike moaned softly as the man on the other side worshipped his cock with his hands, he definitely knew what he was doing. Unfortunately, as he felt the tension rising up his shaft he heard footsteps and had to withdraw and sit back down on the toilet before they were caught. His cock ached with need as he slowly stroked himself, waiting for the new arrival to do his business and leave, which felt like an eternity.
Finally, the newcomer washed his hands, and the sound of footsteps faded away. Mike wasted no time in thrusting his tool back under the stall for his neighbor, but gasped when he felt the unexpected warmth of a mouth close around the end. His neighbor's tongue massaged his cock intensely, hungrily, and Mike felt like he was going to explode any second.
The relentless oral assault eased up for a second as the man took his mouth off of Mike's cock, probably because bending forward like that was awkward and made it hard to breath normally, even without a dick in your mouth. Mike was too close though and he felt his hips thrusting all on their own into the stranger's hand as he began to orgasm.
He felt one powerful stream of cum shoot as the man jerked him rapidly, it felt like his balls were being pulled into his dick with how much force there was behind his unexpected orgasm. He heard a hiss of approval from the man in the next stall and then he felt the warmth of his lips again and the man drank down every last drop that Mike pumped into his mouth, noisily gulping down each shot like he was starving.
Finally Mike was dry, and he shakily withdrew his deflating spent dick, standing and leaning against the far wall as he caught his breath. His stall neighbor was also catching his breath, and then Mike saw a splattering of cum hit the floor in the next floor and knew that his mystery cocksucker was having an orgasm of his own, with the taste of Mike's cum on his tongue. The thought was bizarrely intoxicating.
As Mike sat to catch his breath and clear his head he heard the man next to him whisper "Thanks." Zip himself up and then leave the bathroom. Mike waited a couple minutes, letting his temperature go back down so it wasn't obvious what he'd been doing, and then he also left.
He finally rejoined Emily, who he found at a lingerie shop. She asked him, annoyed, what took him so long and he had to lie and just said that he had a hard time finding where she'd gone, but all he could think of was the mindshattering orgasm he'd just had moments ago. He really didn't know what to do with himself now, but he did know that he felt like he needed more...