Shane Roberts wasn't in the habit of checking out other men. For him, me only merited one-word desciptions, young, old, handsome, ugly. He didn't pay much attention beyond that. He found himself paying attention to this man, however,---this man who followed him from the mall into the men's room; who used the urinal next to him; who stood behind Shane now as he washed his hands. Shane saw the man's reflection next to his own in the mirror above the sink. He was an imposing figure, tall and muscular, his broad chest straining the fabric of his black T-shirt. His face was handsome, but his angular features, his piercing eyes accented by arched eyebrows, and the neatly trimmed goatee framing is mouth, made Shane think of the devil. All the guy needed was horns and a pitchfork, Shane thought. The man was youngShane guessed around his own age about 27 yet his face had the intensity of someone much older. He wasn't sure if it was the man's unwavering stare or his resemblance to Satan that made him wary. The man just stood there, looking at Shane looking at his own movie-star handsome face. Or was he staring at Shane's broad shoulders? Or the sculpted contours of his ass? Whatever he was looking at, it made Shane nervous. He shook the excess water from his hands and spun around to face the man "What are you --?" The words trailed off as Shane made eye contact with stranger. Suddenly, he forgot the outside world. He forgot about his wife and infant son waiting for him. He firgot about his soul-crushing job.It was as if he only exsted in this moment, that all time before never was and all time after never would be. The man's face held Shane's attention.His eyes were dark and knowing, boring into Shane as if he could read Shane's thoughts/ It was incredibly seductive. Shane could feel a growing excitement as he fell under the man's spell.
Follow me. Shane kept his eyes locked on the stranger, his dick growing hard, twitching uncomfrontably in his jeans. The man turned abruptly and walked away. Shane followed to the far end of the men's room down to the last toliet stall. Shane's cock was aching now; rock hard and drooling, making his underwear all sticky. The mysterious man whirledaround to face Shane. "Wait until they're gone, then enter" Shane heard the man's voiceless command. The man nodded his head toward the front end of the men's room. Shane opened the stall door with trembling hands. The man sat on the toliet, his pants undone and his hard cock out. Shane's gaze went from the man's crotch to his eyes. "Suck me." The stranger commanded. "Suck my cock." Shane quickly stepped into the stall and latched the door behind him. Immediately, he dropped his knees. The man's duck was long and thick. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, sliding down the shaft in thin, glistening streams. Shane ran his tongue over the head of the man's cock, tasting his subtly sweet juices. "Oh yeah suck me" the man whispered. Shane guided the man's cock into his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily, taking as much of it down his throat as he was able. His tongue traced the raised veins on the meaty shaft, eliciting a soft groan from the demonic atranger. As his head bobbed between the man's legs, slurping on the man's cock in the wild abandon, Shane reached between his legs and fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Freeing his dick, he began to stroke it. Shane couldn't remember being so turned on. His cock vibrated in his fingers. His body trembled with pleasure as he glided his hand up and down his engorged prick. The man began thrusting his cock deep into Shane's mouth. With his free hand, Shane gripped the man's dick, pulling on the shaft as his tongue flitted about the plimp crown. Pulling his mouth away, Shane caught one final spurt of the man's jism their stack. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. An animal-like growl forced its the way past Shane's clenched teeth as long, pearly-whitestreams of the cum shot from his dick, splattering the floor. When Shane opened his eyes, he was slumped in the corner of the stall. Hic ock hung outside his jeans, semi hard the man was gone. There was a strange taste in his mouth: a sharp, almost metallic flavor.He wiped his hand across his chin and inspected his fingers. Reconizing by the memory of what he'd done. "Oh yeah suck me" Shane began to tremble. It couldn't be, yet obviously it had been.
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