Last Stall on the Right

Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at writing erotica/smut, so i really hope you all enjoy. With that being said, let me know what you think in the comments. Take care everyone & enjoy!

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It all started with a quick message from a faceless profile. 

Anon: “Hey!”

Anon: “I’ve got maybe 10min, wanna blow a load?”

Dale opened his phone and scrolled to the hookup app he downloaded a couple days ago:  Dickies. Amongst the sea of shirtless men, handsome men, non-binary men, and faceless men there was notification from a “Last stall on the right”.  Dale opened the profile, but much to his dismay it just displayed the age of the user. “Says he 23, right around my age”. 

“Hey Julie, I’m gonna run to the restroom too” he looked to his friend standing in line. 

She rolled her eyes, “Okie dokie. Not like I’m going anywhere anyways”.  She gestured sarcastically. 

“Perfect, I’ll grab us a table once I’m done.” He assured her, “try not to die of old age while you wait”. He winked. 

“I just hope we’ll make it to the panel in time!”

Dale went to tuck his phone back into his pocket, but before he could he heard the familiar chime of his phone. After a quick swipe, he saw a picture of Anon; he was on his knees with a close up shot of his mouth open and waiting. Dale hid the phone quickly and adjusted his pants. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins flowing straight into the growing bulge in his pants.

He tapped his foot impatiently, pulling out his phone. His fingers navigating the app with horny ease. His heart fluttered as he excitedly typed his response, “On my way”.  

After what seemed like an eternity of shifting uncomfortably in line, it was finally Dale’s turn to go in. Each footstep seemed to pound on the sterile bathroom floors, matching both the thumping in his chest and the throbbing in his raging cock. 

Dale wasn’t sure what was thicker, the knot in his stomach or the cock in his pants. He stood in front the stall door, but nothing happened. He felt the knot in his stomach grow tighter, “maybe I got the wrong stall? Maybe it’s”. He jumped slightly as he heard the click the lock being undone. He watched as the door slowly freaked opened revealing the most piercing green eyes he’d ever seen. 

Dale’s mind was racing as the handsome stranger pulled Dale in by the back of his neck. The man pressed himself into Dale, their lips barely touching. He stopped with a smile and let out a slow exhale “You’re fucking hot man”. They were so close Dale could feel the tickle of his breath against his lips; Goosebumps ran across his skin. 

“Thanks, you too,” he said shakily. He’d kick himself later for saying something so fucking basic. But, right now he didn’t care. 

Dale could feel himself pressing back in the man- their bodies intertwining in feverish lust. As his tongue explores the man’s mouth, he was consumed by the bitterness of coffee and the subtly tickle of caramel. He breathed in trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible, but instead he caught the strong scent of manly musk kicking his pleasure into overdrive.

“Holy Sh-“ he exclaimed as he felt a gentle pinch of his right nipple. In response he could feel the man step closer, his body heat slowly melting away all of Dale’s inhibitions. 

For a brief moment, the kiss became slower, deeper; their mouths and tongues exploring deeper with passion. After what seemed like ages, the man withdrew with a coy smirk. 

Stunned, Dale took a raspy breath. His eyes taking in the beautiful man in front of him.  

Dale felt his pulse racing from his head to his cock and it didn’t help that the man was now rubbing his bulge through his jeans. Without saying a word, the man placed a finger on his lips and gestures to keep quite. 

Dale winked, “my bad, I forgot where I was.” 

Taking this as a sign, the stranger slowly dropped down to his knees; His kiss-plump lips leaving a cool sensation as he hungrily made his way down Dale’s mostly hairless chest. His large hands never letting up on massaging Dale’s dick. 

As he reached the faint trail of hair leading down to his crotch the guy looked up, “This okay?”. 

Dale nodded and watched the man lower his jeans and underwear with surprising ease. After his cock sprang out his pants, the man smirked. “Someone’s excited.” He licked his lips excitedly, his voice was thick and heavy. 

Next thing he knew, his cock was sliding into the warmest, wettest mouth. He moaned loudly, completely forgetting about where he was. Forgetting about the footsteps, forgetting about the piercing fluorescent lights, and the occasional flushing. He blocked it all out. The man had him by the dick and he was enjoying the fuck out of it. 

Dale let the primal urge wash through him; the slick, warmth squeezing every inch of his cock. The man’s eyes were closed, but Dale could tell he was focusing intently. His sun-kissed skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat. The man’s nimble hands wrapped around the base of Dale’s eight inch meme er and began stroking in tandem. 

Dale couldn’t help but throw his head back in ecstasy; his arms instinctively reached for the man’s head - desperately wanting to feel the person sucking the absolute life out of him. He ran his fingers through his man’s soft and wavy hair. Intertwining his long slender fingers into the man’s hair, he started to thrust his hips into his face. 

“Fuuuuuck” he moaned uncontrollably. 

He began to thrust his hips faster, getting so turned on by the sloppy sounds of the saliva coating his dick. It didn’t help that the man had completely let Dale take control. Their eyes made contact and Dale could see the beautiful lust-filled green eyes of this beautiful man servicing him. 

Dale could feel the familiar pressure building up from the depths of his balls. “Shit I’m close,” he grunted, his voice coming out thicker, heavier than he intended. 

The man must’ve been into it because he scooted in closer and relaxed his throat. Dale was already going deep, but felt his cock slide down even further. The tightness milking his cock. One thrust. Two thrust. “Holy, fuuuuuck”. Dale slowed his thrusting, enjoying wave of pleasure shooting through every part of his body into a hungry throat.  

“Mhm, yeah” the man moaned beneath him. His hands began milking and suckling every single drop of cum out of him. 

Dale’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, blissful bursts. His body tingled with adrenaline; his brain finally tuning back in to where he was. He pulled up his pants, after taking a moment to meet the lips of the man he’d just skull fucked. Dale could see the man’s bulge through his pants, and couldn’t help but lick his lips.  

“Let me return the favor,” he whispered. 

The man stood up, meeting Dale’s lips with earned familiarity. The man kissed him so fervently Dale could feel the thickness of his own cum in the man’s saliva. What surprised him most was his sweet it tasted, he kissed deeper picking up once again the fientest bit of Carmel. He didn’t want to let go, but the man withdrew with a sharp nibble on his lower lip. He felt his dick twitch again. 

The man looked at him for a moment with a cocky glint in his eyes. “Maybe next time big guy.” The man shifted slightly pulling his phone out, “I’m actually late for something. I just needed some dick to calm my nerves.” He smirked coyly, extending his phone. 

After exchanging numbers, Dale watched as the handsome man exited the stall. He looked down at his phone as the door creaked closing him in the stall leaving him alone again.

A few moments passed and Dale decided enough time had passed to not be super suspicious. He opened the stall door and made his way over to the sink to wash his hands. As he turned the lukewarm water on, he looked into the long mirror. His skin looked even more pale in the overhead lights, but his cheeks told a different story. A hot, sweaty, sloppy toppy kind of story.  

His mind wandered back to the man who serviced him not minutes ago; his sun-kissed skin rubbing all over him, his bulge grinding against Dale’s. He wanted more. 

The rough foot steps behind him brought him back to reality. As he dried his hands and made his way for the exit, he turned around. His dick twitched as he took one final look at the stall. 

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely doing that again” he said.