***** MANDATORY TEXT *****
This story is a work of fiction. It means that all events and characters are fictional, their resemblance to real life events and persons is pure coincidence. Story written in bad English, and contains sex between men. In a toilet. Don't read further if you disregard the fantasy of office bathroom sex. No politically incorrect jokes this time, but you can send me one per e-mail. Still for safe sex. The use of disinfectant is also recommended at the workplace during the flu epidemic.
© 2017 by Eugen Ylaer
***** STORY BEGINS *****
The joys and sorrows of Narzissus Berg
Chapter 2 - In which I miss lunch, and Kai nearly misses our meeting. Someone gets fucked. I let you know in advance, it's me. I almost get cramps in my legs. An unknown person pees during this.
It pleasantly smells of lemon detergent at the toilet at floor K-1. I check myself in the mirror. Awesome. I wait for to the thrill, but let's face truth, I'm here waiting for some old guy (who incidentally is my manager) to come and fuck me. Out of pure boredom. Does this sound like something not boring? Hardly. The trick is not to face the truth.
There is no damn internet signal in the basement, this makes the waiting unbearable. I make kickbox moves, checking to which wall tile i can reach up with my shoe, leaving small black marks. Kickbox makes your joints pretty flexible. Useful activity. Even more useful not to wear tight jeans during it. I make a handstand next to the wall and remain like that while i count to 60. Kai is late. I won't wait for him more than 5 minutes, which is over... now. I rush out of the toilet, and run into Kai in the corridor, hurrying towards me, wearing his coat.
"Berg!" He says, already out of breath.
"I was about to leave."
"You can." He says, the bastard, he knows I won't though it'd serve him well. He goes to the toilet, me after him.
"Will you fuck me in front of the mirror?" I ask tentatively.
"So that you can watch yourself?"
"Got it. Let me have some fun too." I say.
"You had your fun today. By the way, never..."
"...ever again come to my office with your dick poking out of your underwear... I know. Boring."
"I mean it, Berg." He says. I laugh.
He holds his hands under the automatic hand sanitizer, and rubs triple dose into his hands. The careful doctor. Okay, I did this too, it's for free. Then he enters the cubicle that is bigger than the two others. Hangs coat. I stand outside, we look at each other.
"I have twenty minutes." He says.
"Pity." But I step closer, he locks the door, pulls me to himself, grabs my neck and kisses me forcedly.
"Jeyzus!" I pull away. "You smell on disinfectant and Chinese wok buffet."
He unbuckles belt, opens trousers. As I kneel down in front of him, he leans to the wall expectantly, pulls up his shirt and pushes his hips slightly towards me. His name tag (Dr Kai-Frederik Meier) dangles on his belly. He is pretty tall at least 190 or 195, totally average shaped for an old guy like him, i'd say even sporty, except that he has a small, round belly, a sure sign of fondness for Helles (pale lager beer typical for the region).
I close my eyes and take in his flaccid manhood, and warm it on my tongue, feeling how it grows. My nose is at his salt and pepper pubic hair. I can feel his perfume on it. Fahrenheit. Makes his pubes smell on bonfire - I'm not sure if it's sexy or ridiculous. Well at least not 4711 what my grandpa used to use. Not on his pubic hair hell no eeeeh why did I have to think of my grandpa, so that it surely won't stand?!
While Kai's old soldier is fully in salute. He sighs heavily, while I bob up and down, stroking his hardon with my tongue, then sipping the drop of precum from his pee slit.
His cock is totally average size, it just looks small on him because he is so tall. I wonder why he is so amazed that I can totally swallow it. Maybe he thinks it's big? Mine's bigger.
"It's still the best ever!" He whispers.
I bet. He wouldn't be here otherwise. And this is how I got him "sucked into it". He could have stayed happily hetero ever after. Amuses me. Well, back then his trousers fell down without my help. More or less.
Now he speeds up a bit, holding the back of my head gently. He is a gentleman after all. So he would fuck my face crazy (he wishes) only after several drinks.
He pulls away, I got him almost to the edge. I see him searching in his coat pocket, he presents a shiny new pack of condoms, still wrapped in foil, and a lube also unopened.
I don't feel like taking my shoes off, so just push down my trousers completely to my ankles, and spread my legs as much as my trousers let me without taking them off. As I bend over, he applies a huge amount of lubricant on my ass, and into my hole. His finger feels terribly cold, I shiver and pull away. Then to my surprise he crouches behind me. This is gonna be interesting, I wait for his warm tongue to rim me, when... ouch!
"What the?!..." The idiot bit my asscheek, and is silently laughing now. "You dirty old man!" But I must laugh too, my butt is so ticklish.
Then he slips his finger in again, massaging me from inside, while his other hand wanders on his cock. In the intimate silence my stomach growls badly. He stops his movements but doesn't pull his finger out.
"You hungry?" He asks in surprise. His tone has something of the worried father, that incredibly annoys me.
"What did you think, that I pour down a hot and sour soup at the Chinese wok buffet, stuff myself full with spring rolls, plus a double espresso, then stand here waiting for you to fuck my ass, really man... Uhh!"
He hits my prostate while I speak. He very well knows how to, a doctor after all.
"Aaaaaahh! I'm not hungry!" I manage to say, in a somewhat higher tone. Then I hold on to the sides of the toilet. I can hear him rip open the foil of the rubber with his teeth. I look back at him, how he fumbles with the condom. He has this face `Damn condom does not want to fit!' while he forcedly pulls it down on his shaft. As I said his dick is not bigger than average, he just lacks practice. But that moment of focus, his tongue poking out, his brows knotted, I find this expression sexy.
"You ready?" he asks finally. Sure I'm ready for you baby always ready... ah can't you be more... ah gentle... He lets out a very satisfied sigh. His fingers dig into my hips, he grabs me but waits. I breath in short gasps and relax my muscles. I stand practically on tiptoes, and he still has to bend his knees to be in line with me. He pulls out slowly, then pushes full length in. I feel his belly touching me, and the hairs of his sack tickle me slightly.
"You feel so amazing!" he whispers.
"You are aaah... boring." I whisper back. "Just fuck me!" I grab my dick with my right, and support myself against the wall.
He has this art of doing it slowly as long as he can, I guess to hold back, or to prove how long he can restrain himself. We both breathe deep and slow, while he moves. Soon it starts to be rather uncomfortable that I can't spread my legs more because of my trousers. Stupid jeans. I should have taken off my shoes. I feel my legs start to shake, either because of the excitement or because of the effort.
"Can't we speed it up man it's uncomfortable to stand like this." I whisper.
He pauses for a split second, only the head inside me now then pushes forward. We both moan.
"Sssh!" I hear it too. Steps outside. Then someone rips the door open and comes in to the toilet. Damn! Damn! We freeze. Good that we locked this cubicle. Maybe just someone came in to take a quick leak or wash hands. But no, the guy chooses the cubicle that is the most far from this one, and closes the door. Hope he won't shit his brains out now, that would totally make my dick go down. I imagine a maintenance guy or elevator mechanic with walrus moustache and green overalls, playing a game on his phone while shitting for half an hour...
We both breath very silently, and listen. I guess I don't have to explain that a well lubed ass being fucked by a dick in rubber is not something that makes no sound. Kai does not move. But I bet he enjoys this, because he leans slowly forward pushes my hand aside, grabs me hard and starts to jerk me off with a firm grip, but very carefully and slowly. His hand is still slick with lube, and his fingers stroke my head, and play with my foreskin. The guy two cubicles away pisses happily. Why to go to a cubicle to pee when there are the pissoirs? I can't get it.
I wish Kai would just not find this much fun in jerking me off while someone pisses not five meters away. And I wish the pissing guy would not fart a huge fart that echoes, and I have this horrible urge to laugh.
I tighten my muscles on Kai's dick, and he misses a stroke. Got you old man, now wait. I start to play with him, gripping him with my muscles inside, then releasing, I have pretty much practice to do this and drive any guy crazy. Kai is not an exception. He in return tightens his grip on me and with every stroke he strokes with his slippery fingers over the head of my dick. I have to bite into my lip, aaaaah it takes so much effort not to moan.
I assume the other guy can hear us, hard to believe he can't. What does he do this long anyways, playing on his phone or what? He finally flushes the toilet.
I got so fuckin' close now, I want to wail and shout, my legs are shaking badly, plus I sweat like a pig. Outside the guy washes hands. I hold onto Kai's wrist to stop him. Then the hand dryer starts, and I reach down between my legs and fondle his balls. They are tight and firm close to his body, and I stroke and massage them while I play with my muscles on his penis. He won't be able to hold it too long any more hahaha. He ignores all and starts to move with tiny thrusts just deep in my ass. I let his balls go and thrust back. I feel the pleasure build up and tighten my muscles. The hand dryer stops, and it seems like dead silence suddenly, except his heavy breathing. I hold my breath, place my palm over my open mouth, my muscles spasm. I keep it back for one... two... seconds then we hear the sound as the door closes. He pulls out and thrusts forward quickly, I moan into my hand it's so intense, and the first wave of my orgasm hits me. All my inner muscles contract and I shoot my load into Kai's hand, trembling all over now, gasping for air, pumping my seed into his hand. Few more quick thrusts and he also cums, holding me tight and pushing himself deep inside me, not moving. He is silent, but I feel how his cock pulses. We are both spent. Breathing heavily he lowers his forehead onto my shoulder. I suddenly feel a wave of hatred.
"Just don't get a fuckin heart attack now." I manage to say. Partly wishing he would. (no)
"I hate you!" he sighs relieved.
"Your twenty minutes are long over."
I see that my sperm dripped over the toilet lid, and some got on the wall.
***** End of Chapter 2 *****
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