The Toilet Junkie

by Caliban

20 Oct 2021 7373 readers Score 9.0 (429 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


I worked at a company where I met Lance a few years ago. He had a freckled complexion and bright ginger hair. Lance could only be termed, fugly, in all honesty. Apart from having large wing-nut ears, he also had prominent cheekbones and a protruding mouth with buckteeth, which gave him a stupid expression. Mother Nature was in a bad mood the day he was born. Although not obese, he had a big backside, large fleshy hands, and enormous feet. To add to his misery, Lance had a sinus problem, which made him sniff and snort, incessantly, making him a turnoff to everyone in his company.

Lance was a sad creature whom everyone went to great lengths to avoid. I felt very sorry for him and was virtually the only person at the company that would even speak to him. At work, he would always gravitate towards me at tea and lunchtimes. Apart from his unfortunate lack of social grace, he was a clever individual who was leaps and bounds ahead of all his co-workers in the computer division.

Everyone at the company knew I was gay. I was, therefore, surprised after a few months when Lance invited me to dinner one Friday evening. He wanted to take me out to thank me for always being so engaging and friendly towards him. How could I refuse?

Lance arrived at my apartment thirty minutes before our booking at the restaurant. After a quick drink, we left for dinner. While dining, he poured his heart out, telling me how lonely he was. He drank quite a bit at supper and was clearly on his ear upon our arrival back at my home. Realizing that he was in no state to drive home, I offered him my spare room, which he gladly accepted. The following morning, I made breakfast for us before he left at ten, after profusely thanking me for my kindness.

Sadly, dinners and stay-overs became a weekly occurrence. Although I liked Lance and enjoyed his company immensely, I would rather have spent my Friday nights at a gay bar down the road.

After a further four weeks of Friday visits, he asked me what I normally did on Friday evenings. After I answered truthfully, he blew me away by suggesting that we visit the gay bar after dinner. Hesitantly, I agreed to take him to the pub.

We had a few drinks after we arrived. Amazingly, the bar fascinated Lance. Lance absorbed everything and everyone, and after some time, excused himself to use the toilet. Having been gone for five minutes, I went to look for him.

When I entered the restroom, I heard sexual sounds emanating from the only stall in use. Bewildered, I returned to my seat at the bar and focused on the exit door of the toilet.

Next, I observed a young man leaving, followed a few moments later by Lance. We continued chatting before Lance repeated his toilet ritual an hour later. After his second visit to the toilet, we finished our drinks and left for my apartment. Lance departed the following morning after breakfast, as usual.

Later that afternoon, I got a call from Lance asking if he could bring over pizzas for dinner. I reluctantly agreed, but I had nothing planned that evening. I was, however, irritated by him cramping my style.  

At around nine, Lance asked if he could buy me a drink at the pub we had visited the previous evening. I agreed before we set off on the ten-minute walk.

Not long after our arrival, Lance had to use the toilet. After he was gone a minute or two, I went to investigate as I had done the previous evening. This time, however, I entered the stall next to the only one in use.

Peering through the glory hole, I saw a young guy attempting to suck Lance off. ‘Attempting’ is the only appropriate word I could use. This ‘fucker,’ was as hung like a horse, and the poor young man could barely fit the head of Lance’s cock in his mouth.

As the young man gagged, I also observed that Lance was generously uncut with a snout hanging off the tip of his penis. It also appeared that his foreskin could not fully retract. The young man tongued the front of his dick as if savoring something delectable. After standing up a while later, the young man turned around and bent down before Lance leaning his arms on the toilet seat.

Grabbing the young man’s hips, Lance began forcing his monster into the awaiting hole. The youngster yelped as Lance pushed straight into him. Later, when Lance announced he was cumming, the young man spun around and got to his knees to receive the abundant torrent he had earned.

I quickly left my stall and returned to the bar. Lance soon joined me, and we ordered two more drinks. Thirty minutes later, Lance again headed for the toilet. Once again, I had my voyeuristic pleasures nourished after entering the adjoining stall.

On this occasion, an older queen got determined to swallow as much of Lance’s dick as he could. When he turned for his anal onslaught, he began huffing and puffing, heralding his enjoyment of the large knob slamming into him.

Unfortunately, I was not able to witness the third round a while later, as the stall next to Lance’s, was in use.

I have to admit that by this phase, I was miffed. I was the conduit for Lance’s enjoyment, and yet, he was not showing any interest in me. I was becoming self-conscious, perplexed that with our juxtaposed looks, why this awkward man did not find me alluring.         

The following Friday and Saturday, we kept up our weekly routine. On Friday, I was fortunate enough to view all three of Lance’s performances. The first two were standard, much as before, but the third consisted of a threesome. An older fat man sat on the toilet, being sucked off by a younger guy, while Lance brought up the rearguard action. The finale was spectacular as the young man’s head got creamed by the other two, with his head dripping with cum. 

On Saturday, I watched round one, which was much as before. Regrettably, the stall next to Lance’s got occupied for round two.

I was determined to participate more actively in round three, and when I entered the stall next to Lance’s, I was delighted to find him alone in his cubicle. I motioned with my finger for him to push his dick through the hole, which he immediately did. His cock close-up was spectacular. Mother Nature may have cheated Lance in the looks department but had made up for it in chunks when cocks were getting handed out. I began licking and sucking lustily. After a few minutes, he withdrew his knob and whispered through the hole that I should join him in his stall. Wary that he did not find me appealing, I ignored his request by placing my arse at the hole. I was overjoyed when I felt his cock start to prod at my butt-hole.

Taking his large knob was somewhat of an ordeal, but I was determined to do so. The thickness of his knob was spectacular, and I had never felt so ‘full’ before. Lance began thrusting into me with vigor; I had to steady my body with my hands on the opposite wall. After a lengthy anal assault, he unloaded into my backside.

I moved with great haste once he had cum, and exited the stall before he finished doing his trousers up.

After he joined me at the bar, we ordered another beer before calling it a night.

As we walked back to my apartment, I told him that he had a remarkable cock. Looking at me with total shock, I admitted that I had provided him with his finale in the toilet that evening. Laughing, he told me that he had always wanted to have sex with me but was afraid to ask. Lance then admitted that he had always felt he was out of my ‘league.’

According to him, I was the best-looking guy at our company, and he was just the ugly duckling. Fearing rejection, he had always refrained from propositioning me. As we continued walking, he asked if the bar visits would be necessary for the future.

“Definitely,” I answered impishly, before adding, “Who knows what that can lead to.”

That night, I discovered that he was the most insatiable and incredible lover.

We live together very happily, and often have fun at the bar.   

by Caliban

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