Chapter 2: Rising Action
It had been a week since Mike's encounter in the mall bathroom stall. He found himself unable to stop thinking about it, even when he was fucking Emily. Last night she had finished him in her mouth, when she had spit his cum out he couldn't help but think about the sound of the stranger hungrily gulping it down instead.
So, here he was again, at the mall, outside the same bathroom, working up the nerve to go in. This time he didn't have Emily with him, he'd told her he was staying later at work to buy himself some time.
Mike took a deep breath and entered the bathroom, finding all three stalls occupied. He waited a few minutes until the far one against the wall finished up and left. Mike toook his spot, dropped his pants and sat down. His cock was already hard as he replayed the events of last week over and over.
The other two stalls were quiet, Mike wasn't sure whether they were also waiting for something, or they were just taking some time to do their business. He realized that they might have already been doing something and his arrival would have interrupted that, now they were probably anxiously waiting for him to go so they could continue.
As the silence ticked on, Mike felt increasingly anxious himself. Maybe this was a bad idea and he should go. Then he remembered the foot tap the other guy had done, he steadied himself and then did the same 3 steady taps, only to hear both other stalls return them. His anxiety flushed out of him and was replaced by aroused anticipation, his cock had been deflating but it quickly grew to life as he heard shuffling from his neighboring stalls.
There was the rustle of clothes and the sound of a wet dick being stroked next to him, and he knew the middle stall guy was jerking off the guy in the first stall. Mike was curious and found himself leaning forward, the wet tip of his dick pressing against his stomach as he did so, trying to get a peek under to see what was happening.
Mike couldn't quite make anything out except the back of a pair of sneakers and a man in a squatting position, he'd have to get off the toilet and practically lay on the floor to see anymore and he didn't want to do that. He sat back up and stroked himself as he listened to the sounds next to him, grunts and groans, and then finally a shuddering "Fuuuck" as the man in the first stall came. Mike could hear it splattering onto the floor and he felt his dick twitch as he imagined it.
He leaned forward again, hoping to see what was happening, but he couldn't get an angle, so he shifted forwards and then leaned forward again. Completely to his surprise, he found himself leaning forward as the man in the middle stall and turned and started to thrust his cock underneath for Mike. He was just inches away as the dick pushed through underneath the stall.
Mike sat up in surprise and felt a wave of disgust knot in his stomach. He was here to get his dick sucked, he wasn't gay, he wasn't going to do that, and now this guy's cock was just inches away from his knee, dripping precum in anticipation. Mike knew this had been a mistake, he was going to leave and go back and fuck his wife, forget all about this.
The other man sensed his refusal and started to pull back reluctantly, obviously he'd been too forward and assumed that Mike the newcomer was going to do that. Strangely, Mike found himself feeling bad, the guy couldn't have known he was straight, it wasn't his fault.
The man had pulled about halfway back out when Mike found himself grabbing onto the leaking cock, pulling him back forward towards him. He wasn't going to suck it, he wasn't into that. Hell, this was the first time he'd seen a cock this close, definitely the first time he'd felt one. But Mike felt weirdly responsible for the misunderstanding and like he owed this mystery man something, he could at least jerk him off, it wouldn't be any different from jerking himself off really.
He wrapped his hand around the cock, feeling the heat and the pulse of it in his palm. It was thick and hard, the head was purple and shiny with precum. Mike stroked it slowly, feeling the man's body tense and relax with each movement. He could hear the man's ragged breathing, could feel his body trembling with anticipation.
Mike looked down at the cock in his hand, it was a beautiful piece of flesh, glistening and hard. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power and the raw sexuality of it. He stroked it faster, feeling the man's cock throb and pulse in his hand.
He could hear the man's breathing getting heavier, his grunts and moans echoing in the stall. Mike felt a strange sense of power, he was making this man feel this way, he was bringing him to the edge.
"Fuck, yeah," the man grunted, "Keep going, just like that."
Mike felt a surge of pride at the man's words, he was doing a good job, he was making him feel good. He looked down at the cock in his hand, the head was now a deep purple, the veins on the shaft were bulging and throbbing.
Mike could feel the man's cock twitching in his hand, the precum was now dripping down his fingers. He stroked it faster, his own cock was rock hard, leaking precum, he was getting off on this, he couldn't believe it.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," the man grunted, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're good at this, you know that? You're gonna make me come, aren't you?"
Mike felt a thrill at the man's words, his own cock throbbed in response. He stroked the cock faster, his hand moving up and down the shaft, his thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the precum around like the guy before had done to him. He leaned forward, wanting a closer look at the first cock he'd ever held, intrigued by the swelling rhythmic pulse along the shaft. He wondered how long it would be until the man came and he felt a perverse thrill that he'd be able to see it so closely. He'd always loved how it looked when he came on a girls face or tits, the way it splattered on their skin heavily.
His answer came sooner than he thought as the man in the middle stall thrust forward fully, fucking his hand, his cock grew and pulsed releasing a heavy stream of hot cum. Mike had been stroking his cock pointed towards, much the same way his own typically stood, so the cum shot up into the air in a long arc, just missing his own face, before splattering on the floor in front of him. The second shot wasn't as powerful and it ended up coating Mike's fingers as he milked the spasming shaft in amazement.
He couldn't believe how much cum this guy had produced, it was all over his hand and dripping onto the floor. He looked down at his hand, covered in another man's cum, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He had done that, he had made this man come like that.
"Fuck, that was good," the man in the middle stall panted, his voice hoarse from exertion.
Mike felt a flush of pride at the compliment. He looked down at the cock in his hand, now softening, the head still glistening with cum. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and responded "Uhh, thanks. Nice cock." as he continued to slowly squeeze out the last few drops of cum. He found himself unsure of when to let go of it, like what would be considered rude? A bizarre thought considering he'd just milked a stranger's cock in a bathroom stall, but he softly let go of it, letting it drop and hang, splashing a few left over drops of semen on the floor.
The man in the middle stall seemed to take it in stride, chuckling softly as he pulled his pants back up. "Thanks, man. Next time." And then he left the stall.
Mike felt a strange sense of camaraderie with the man, a shared secret, and also a strange sense of accomplishment. He looked down at himself. His hand was dripping with the other man's cum, and his own cock was achingly hard.
He heard the man leave, footsteps fading away, and once he was satisfied that he was alone he started stroking himself with his dry hand, leaving the warm cum on the other to examine as he did.
He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, the thrill of the unknown, the danger of getting caught, and the raw sexual power he felt from making another man come like that.
He stroked himself faster, his mind racing with images of the cock he'd just held, the feel of it in his hand, the way it had throbbed and pulsed as it came. He could still smell the musk of it from how close it had been to his face.
He leaned back against the stall door, his eyes closed, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the precum around. He held his cum covered hand up to his face and smelled it tentatively. Part of him was curious what it tasted like, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do that.
He opened his mouth slightly, letting the scent fill his nostrils, and then tentatively stuck out his tongue, licking a small drop of cum from the tip of his finger. It was salty and slightly bitter, not unpleasant but not something he wanted to taste more of. He wiped his hand on the stall wall, leaving a sticky patch dripping down the wall to match the others, and went back to stroking himself.
Mike's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his hand moving faster and faster on his cock. He could feel the familiar tingle in his balls, the pressure building, and he knew he was close.
Just as he was nearing the precipice he heard footsteps again and stopped. He couldn't be found like this for sure. He waited as the stall door next to him opened and then closed, a newcomer sitting down next to him. The first stall was empty so this guy had to be coming for what Mike had been coming for, he was sure of it.
Mike wasted no time and tapped his foot 3 times. He got no response so he tapped against, this time more deliberately, and turned his foot towards the stall. His cock throbbed in his hand and he needed to cum, this guy needed to make him cum.
After an agonizing few moments, the taps were returned and Mike turned in his seat, preparing to thrust his dick under to be serviced. He needed to cum so badly, he felt like he was going to explode as soon as he was touched.
Again, Mike was frustrated to see the man in the stall wasn't here to suck dick, but here to be sucked, as he beat him in his rush to push his cock through. Mike was staring at another semi hard cock, longer and thicker than the last with a set of heavy balls hanging freely. Mike stopped and stared at it, in the squatting position leaning back against the cool concrete wall.
The dick hung expectantly in front of him, the weight pulling the head into a downwards droop. Mike frowned, he wanted this to go away so he could cum in someone's mouth again, but he knew it wouldn't. He shifted forward to rest on his knees and picked it up with his already sticky hand, stroking it's surprising bulk. Maybe if he got him off quick a cocksucker would replace him. Mike's head was swimming trying to reconcile his animal instincts with who he was as he stroked this man's meat.
He was so close to the edge himself, he needed this guy to cum so he could leave. Mike stroked himself slowly and steadily, he felt like he could explode any moment and needed to hear that incredible sound of someone swallowing it down.
Precum streamed out of the new guy's dick, but it wasn't pulsing and twitching like the last one. Mike wasn't sure if his amateur hand job was doing it for him. He leaned forward some more, bringing his face close to it. It didn't smell as musky as the last one, it didn't really smell at all, it would probably be fine if he just put the head of it in his mouth to speed the guy along. He wasn't gay, but he needed this guy to finish so he could, maybe that's what it would take.
Mike closed his eyes, took a breath, and then hesitantly licked the tip of his dick, like someone tasting an ice cream for the first time.
The man in the stall next to him let out a low groan, and Mike felt a thrill at the sound. He opened his mouth wider and took the head of the cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, tasting the salty precum, which was a little sweeter than the cum he had tasted on his fingers. He gagged slightly at the sensation of a cock on his tongue for the first time, but pushed through it, wanting to make this man come.
Mike stroked the man's cock, quickly jerking him, holding his dick in place between his lips. His tongue lapped at the end of his cock, and after a bit he felt his mouth filling with saliva and semen. He went to spit it into the toilet, but remembering how it felt when Emily did that, he braced himself and swallowed it down instead. It left a strange coating on his throat which gave him the impulse to cough momentarily.
He took a deep breath and continued to stroke the man's cock, feeling it throb and pulse in his hand. He placed it back in his mouth and could feel the head of it swelling on his tongue. Mike stroked his own dick absently as he worked on the stranger's shaft, his hand working on himself without him even realizing it.
He was lost in the sensation of the cock in his mouth, the taste of the precum, the feel of the head of it swelling and throbbing on his tongue. He was so absorbed in the task that he didn't hear the soft thuds of a knock on the stall wall, or he heard them but didn't realize what they were for, to signal that the man was about to cum.
Suddenly, he felt the cock in his mouth throb and pulse, and then a hot stream of cum hit the back of his throat. Mike gagged and pulled back, but then realized if he took his mouth off the dick it would end up all over his face or clothes, so he let the cock pulse and fill his mouth with hot watery cum.
Very quickly Mike realized his mouth was filling and the cum wasn't stopping. He had to make a choice and fast. Against every thought he'd had about himself, he swallowed it down with a large gulp, struggling not to gag and retch, clearing his mouth to take more.
He heard the man on the other side groan and say "Fuck yes. Got a hungry one today. Take it all." as his cock continued to pulse jet after jet of hot cum onto his tongue, which he struggled to swallow down without tasting it. As the man's words hit him, and the reality of his perverse actions sunk in, against his will Mike came.
His cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked it, and he let out a low groan as he felt his balls tighten and release, sending a hot stream of cum shooting out of his dick and onto the floor of the stall. He stroked himself through it, his hand moving faster and faster as he continued to swallow the stranger's cum, his own orgasm intensifying as he felt the other man's cock pulsing in his mouth, mirroring his own spasming shaft.
Mike couldn't believe what was happening. He was on his knees, his mouth filled with another man's cum, his own cock still throbbing in his hand as he came down from his own orgasm. He could smell the sticky mess on the floor of the stall, his own cum deposited unceremoniously on the ground, mixed in with the first stranger's. He swallowed hard, trying to get the taste out of his mouth, but it was no use. He could still taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of the cum on his tongue.
He heard the man in the stall next to him chuckle softly. "You're a bit of a cumslut aren't you?" the man said, his voice a bit hoarse, his dick twitching in Mike's mouth as it emptied the last few drops onto his tongue. Mike wanted to argue, but how could he? He'd just orgasmed from another man cumming in his mouth, and he'd swallowed every drop down. He still held the man's softening dick between his lips.
He knew he should pull away, but there was something about the way it felt, the way it had throbbed and pulsed in his mouth, that made him want to keep it there. He could feel the man's body trembling slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he came down from his own orgasm.
Mike pulled back slowly, letting the man's cock slip out of his mouth with a soft pop. He looked down at it, now soft and spent, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He had made this man come like that, he had made him feel that good.
The man in the stall next to him stood and zipped up, tucking away his dick. "Thanks, hope I catch you again." he whispered back, as Mike got back onto the seat and sat there shakily catching his breath, unsure of what just happened, trying to make sense of it.
He was still holding his dick in his hand, sticky with his own cum, and he could taste the other man's cum in his mouth, the salty tang still lingering on his tongue. He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the taste, but it was no use. He could still taste it, and he could still feel the other man's cock pulsing in his mouth as he came. Never in his life had he even considered doing anything like that.
Mike's dick refused to soften as he sat there contemplating what just happened, trying to wrap his mind around what he'd done in amongst the haze of one of the most powerful orgasms he'd had in ages. It pulsed in his hand as he slowly stroked it absent-mindedly.
He was startled out of his thoughts with the sound of the stall door next to him closing as someone else came in. Mike panicked as he realized he was still kneeling, holding his dick, his back against the wall. If this guy wasn't here for the same thing he was, he'd know instantly what he'd been up to.
He took a deep breath and figured, fuck it, if there was no way to hide it at this point, he might as well commit. He leaned forward against the stall wall and shifted his hips forward, thrusting his still hard cock under, presenting it to his unknown neighbor. Mike's heart pounded as he waited for a reaction, his adrenaline racing, and he was sure his heartbeat was so intense that you'd be able to see it in his dick on the other side of the stall.
He heard a soft gasp and then a low moan as the man on the other side of the stall took his bait and lunged for it.
"Fuck, yes," the man grunted, his hands wrapping around Mike's dick, "This is what I want."
Mike felt a rush of relief and arousal as he heard those words. He leaned back against the stall wall, supporting himself with a hand, and let the stranger do what he wanted. He didn't have to do anything, he could just sit back and enjoy this, and he did.
He felt the hot wet mouth close around his dick and he let out a low moan, his head tilting back against the stall wall as he closed his eyes. The stranger's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Mike's cock as he sucked him deep into his throat.
Mike felt the stranger's mouth pop off his cock for a moment and he found himself moaning with need. He heard a wet rustling and knew the man was furiously jerking himself off as he shifted in the stall. Then he was jolted by the sensation of a warm thick stream of cum as the man jerked himself off onto Mike's shaft held in his hand. The feeling was incredible and unlike anything he'd experienced before now. Then to his surprise he felt the man's tongue run up his length again, lapping up his own hot cum off of Mike's twitching cock.
Mike couldn't believe how fucking good that felt. He'd never thought about someone doing that to him before, but damn if it didn't feel incredible. He felt his cock jerk in the stranger's hand, bucking with a mind of it's own.
The man's mouth was back on his dick in no time, sucking him deep and hard, taking him to the back of his throat. Mike's hips flexed as he thrust upwards towards the hungry mouth and he felt his balls tighten, ready to finally unload down someone else's throat.
He groaned loudly, his head lolling back against the stall wall, his eyes tightly shut as he focused on the intense pleasure washing over him.
The stranger's mouth worked hard and fast, sucking and slurping at Mike's cock as if it was his last meal. Mike could hear the man's gulping sounds as he swallowed all of Mike’s precum, and he felt the vibration of the man's moans around his cock.
Mike finally couldn't hold it anymore and felt his orgasm crash over him, and he heard the loud frantic gulping of the strange cocksucker next to him to match his own groans. The man was swallowing down every last drop of his cum as if it was an elixir. Mike could feel his own load shooting down the man's throat in pulsating spurts, and the man was sucking and slurping every bit, his nose pressed against Mike's body.
Mike's body shuddered as the last of his orgasm rolled over him, leaving him gasping for breath and his muscles weak.
He slumped against the stall wall, his hips still thrusting slightly as his cock continued to twitch in the stranger's mouth. The man sucked and licked at Mike's shaft, milking out every last drop of cum before finally releasing him with a pop.
"Fuck, that was good," Mike panted, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. He opened his eyes finally and stood, putting his now drained and tender dick back in his pants.
"Thanks for the snack." The stranger said through the stall wall before settling back on the seat, waiting for his next meal to be delivered by hard anonymous dick.
Mike shivered slightly feeling the aftershock of his orgasm still, his nerves buzzing with adrenaline and sated lust, and then left the stall to go home to Emily.