I had been at a restaurant with friends celebrating a birthday (not mine), when I had retired to the men's room to drain myself of some of the excess beer consumed that night. I had noticed him across the restaurant and he had noticed me I think. But I didn't expect that...
The bathroom was empty. A single door opened and rounded the corner into a small room with a sink, three urinals and beyond them one stall. As etiquette dictates, I took the first urinal available and undid my pants to unleash my little friend and let him do his business. And do his business he did. But just as I was finishing up, the door opened.
I didn't turn around, didn't notice (or particularly care) who it was. I heard footsteps as he walked past... or so I thought. The footsteps stopped behind me. My heart jumped a little. He just stood there behind me, and I heard a slight contented sigh emit from his voice box. It was him. I hadn't turned around, but I could feel his presence. He was slightly taller than me, and older than me, and rougher and stronger than me. Perhaps 35, perhaps a 40 year old who knew how to get to the gym. To my 25 years...
I still hadn't turned around, when I felt a warm, big rough hand slide down the back of jeans and caress my ass cheeks. Another gruff grunt escaped from his lips. He had noticed me noticing him during the meal and now he was here to claim what my eyes had been offering him. His free hand found its way round my body and grabbed my dick, which had now stopped pissing and was standing erect in front of me, embarrassedly revealing my feelings to being groped by a stranger in the male toilets. He gave my dick a few slow long strokes and then returned his hand to my hips and began to lower my jeans revealing my pert ass to him for the first time.
I craned my neck around for the first time and met his handsome blue eyes staring back at mine. He didn't move, didn't flinch, just stared back deep into my eyes the way a hunter eyes his prey. And I was his prey and he was the hunter. With his strong hands, he maneuvered me away from the urinal and moved me sideways to give himself more room. He spat on his hand and moved it back to my exposed ass. I knew where that wet hand was going and I made no complaints. His fingers found my hole and began to work in his saliva as his index finger pushed in and began to work in and out of my hole. Here I was, being fingered in the bathroom by someone who I did not know and had not said a word to me.
But I knew there was more to come. Once he felt I had loosened up sufficiently, I heard his belt unbuckling and his zipper going down. Then he skillfully removed my t-shirt I was wearing above my head, but not over my arms, so that it rested around my arms and neck exposing my front so he could fondle and squeeze my nipples. I was getting concerned now that someone would think I'd been gone too long and come in and see me in this state, but he was having his fun with me and I was enjoying it too. He turned me around and I saw for the first time his prize meat. Thick and veiny with a beautiful foreskin covering his head. I didn't need to be told my job. I dropped to my knees and took the man's penis into my mouth, working it as best I could. I was enjoying sucking but he interrupted me and for the first time I heard his voice.
"We don't have long so get up and turn around."
He was right of course. We didn't have long and my ass was the main event. So I did as I was told. He bunched my jeans down a little more and I felt his cock poking at my butthole, ready to enter. And enter he did, slowly but forcefully. He didn't have time to be gentle, I knew that. This was animal lust. A quick fuck in the toilet, nothing else.
He was quick and urgent, and although it was painful, the excitement of the situation meant my dick never went down. I was bent over in a restaurant toilet getting fucked by a stud of a man by the urinals and I knew my friends would be missing me by now. Anyone could walk in any time. There wasn't much warning. But my temporary lover did not care. He was here to get his rocks off, and he grunted away with short sharp thrusts into me. Our breathing was heavy and anyone directly outside the door could have no mistake as to what was going on in here. Two men, connected penis to ass, engaged in lust.
"Aaah, you like that baby? Agh, you want it? You like my cock in your ass?" He teased me as he drilled harder and harder. I only moaned in reply. Just then, the door opened...
My friend did not stop. I think he was too far gone. But I turned my head around and saw a waiter who had been serving drinks at our table. I was too deep in the passion of the moment to care though. My friend started pounding harder and harder, and the pleasure throughout my own body was electrifying beyond belief. I threw my head back, now totally losing control as I knew he was coming in my ass, and my own dick began to spasm of its own control, dropping my load on the floor in front of me.
What a sight that must have been for our waiter friend. He looked shocked and hurriedly disappeared again through the door. My lover just smirked at the situation, as he put his now slimy cock back in his briefs. Again, he smiled at me. He slapped my bare bum, and made his way out of the bathroom, leaving me to clean myself up.
When I returned to my table, he was gone. The waiter who had seen us came to our table and asked if there was anything more he could get us. My party said no and asked for the check. As he came to collect the money he deliberately leant into me and the hard mound pressing into me from behind his nylon trousers was unmistakable...