Public Restroom Private Pleasure

Hi everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it?

I was reminiscing and was strongly reminded of one of my fondest stories, so I'm here, sharing it with you. That's right, another experience of mine!

Note: I will not be using real names of people or places.

I had just over a month left before I flew back from the UK. It was a Saturday noon in August and I had nothing but time. And it was a beautiful, sunny noon, which was rare so I decided to go for a walk.

I wore my red hoodie over my white tee, paired it with a pair of black shorts, got my earphones and headed out.

While walking and listening to music, I almost subconsciously opened Grindr. And as usual, started matching and chatting. That's when something caught my eye.

There was a profile photo, but only from the neck below. Looked real enough though. He was a lean, fair man in an orange uniform. ooof!

His profile said he was Irish and 6'4. Tall, right?

And the best part? HE WAS LESS THAN A KILOMETRE AWAY!

We immediately started chatting. At first, I thought he wasn't too keen because of his slow replies and fragmented, vague texts. But I really wanted this, so I decided to walk through the university campus. Since I had studied there, I knew my way around.

It was a good day since it was holidays. So campus was more or less empty. So I confidently continued to walk around. I was hoping this would work out. And this is where it got better. I was getting closer!! 600m. 550m. 500m. 200m. 100m! Suddenly I was just looking around when I got is text.

"I see you, come to the central building. Walk down the corridor and take the first right, cross the first 2 rooms and you'll reach the washroom. I'm there."

So I proceeded to walk. I was admittedly a bit nervous. Then I realised, I was lost. I hadn't been in that building before. So I just stood there, waiting for his reply after telling him that I lost my way.

After 5 mins, I looked up and there he was. Exactly per his description. He was fair, lean, tall, bald. Like a leaner Johnny Sins in a black tee and light blue jeans.

At this point, I thought, "No way I'm getting with someone like him!"

Fortunately, however, he smirked and walked away.

I proceeded to follow and entered the washroom. It was empty, and there were 2 cubicles. He popped his head out of the corner one and signalled me to come in. So I went.

Now I'm in the cubicle with a man I only first interacted with half an hour ago. And I was seeing his face for the first time. This could've gone so many ways!

Next thing I know? I'm on my knees ;)

"What was I thinking!? Where was my caution? Common Sense? Anything? Hello?"

Anyway, he unzipped his jeans and took it down. I was then looking at a 7 inch, firm cock.

I immediately began to stroke it slowly to bring it to life. He got hard soon. So I leaned in. I swerved my tongue around his tip delicately, constantly switching direction. I made sure to maintain eye contact with him. And he was loving it!

He looked down at me and moaned, "oh that's good..."

So I continued. I then used my tongue to slowly brush his cock from the bottom of the shaft to the tip, delicately, like a canvas.

I then proceeded to take him in my mouth inch by inch while stroking his sloppy cock. Now I was gagging. He placed his hand on my head and steadied himself while pushing his cock in my throat.

I then signalled him to stop. My knees were hurting. So I removed my hoodie and folded it to rest my knees on it. He sat down on the lid of the seat. And I went straight back to it. Actually, I crawled up to him.

He then said something to the effect of - "this stall is lucky for me. I've hooked up so many times here. Men, Women, Threesomes."

And I thought, "Damn! can't believe I'm only meeting him for the first time."

He then firmly placed his right hand on the back of my head. I absolutely loved it when he did that. He was making me his!

I immediately began with my tongue again. Now I could taste the pre cum. And this got me super hard and I was dripping too.

I swirled my tongue, embracing his taste. Then I continued to stroke him, moving my hand in anti-clockwise while sucking.

My tongue was flat at the bottom, like a brush which I continued to stroke against his length.

He started to thrust harder so I knew what as coming next!

I steadied myself by grabbing his thighs and taking him deeper. This way, he knew I wanted it all.

So he grabbed my head and held me in place while he moaned hoarsely. He filled my mouth with a fair amount of cum, which I gladly swallowed.

We then thanked each other and left soon. I saw him waiting by the stairs of the building before someone picked him up in a car and left.

That evening, I messaged him to thank him and he eagerly replied, ready to meet again! He sent all sorts of dirty texts about how he wanted to fuck me.

Unfortunately I couldn't meet him again :/

However, I continue to think of this story gladly, and all the time! If I go back, I'm definitely going to find him!

The end!

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