Two Businessmen Had Unexpected Midday Fun

The Professional Building Downtown, Tuesday 1:46 pm

Mattias had recently moved his family up to Millside Falls from Minneapolis. There, he had a small job in a big company. Here, it’s just the opposite, a big job in a small company. He liked the variety of work. It was more engaging. He liked the challenges. He had to learn things quickly and readily apply them. The small town was great for his family and the kids loved it here.

The biggest drawback was that he had lost all his connections in the city to other bi-married guys like himself. And man was he horny. Having a regular pal to release with was what he really needed right about now. But no such luck. At least not yet.

* * * *

The professional building downtown, where Matthias worked, had four floors of offices, run mostly by men. Oh, you can throw in a secretary or two, but the vast majority of the tenants of the building were men. Unbeknownst to Matthias, there were plenty of connections being made at one place or another, the hallways, the elevator, the coffee shop off the lobby, and of course, when needs must, the Men’s Restroom.

The building was set up so that the larger businesses took up the four corners of each floor. The smaller offices lined the hallways between. In the center of each floor were the elevator, the stairwells, and various storage closets for the cleaners. The men’s restroom was on the south side and the women’s lounge on the north side.

Each of the large businesses in the corner offices had their own private restrooms for their clients as well as a small one for their employees. But of course, none of the smaller offices had restrooms. They all had to use the building’s public restrooms. It was there that you ran into all kinds of people, all the time. No privacy. You basically went in, did your business, and left. No lounging around. No taking a cigarette break. No chats with friends. And certainly, not anything else.

Except on this particular day.

It was a really busy day and the afternoon would be even worse. After a hurried lunch, Mattias needed to relieve himself of the three cups of coffee he had had with his meal. "Why did I do that to myself?" he thought as he rounded the corner on his way to the Men’s Room and bumped right into another man hurrying by him.

“She’s in there cleaning,” the man said.

“Damn! Where else can we go?” said Mattias, venting a little of his frustration.

“Well you can go down or up one floor,” the man said. But when he saw Mattias’ eyes popping out of his head, he knew the younger man needed to go. Now! “Or... " He looked around to see if anyone else was there. Then said in a lowered voice, "Hell, just follow me.” He grabbed hold of Mattias’ shirt sleeve and pulled him along. “There are toilets in the corner business offices. But of course, we’re not supposed to use them. They are reserved for their clients' use only.” Then he gave Mattias a big smile and added, “But nobody around here knows you yet so you can walk right in. You can be their new client.”

Matthias chuckled right along with the guy. “Thanks, man,” Mattias said gratefully. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much coffee at lunch.”

“That'll teach you,” teased the older man as he hustled down the corridor.

They arrived at the corner office, a large insurance firm. The man pulled open the door and motioned Mattias to follow him. “Hiya Mable! How’re tricks?”

Mable, a plump-faced middle-aged gal with bright red lipstick, blushed a little and giggled, “Oh you know, same ol’ same ol’ Mr. Quinn.” When he walked directly up to her, she looked around to see if anyone could hear her. When she deemed the coast was clear, she whispered, “I supposed you caught the cleaning lady in the Men’s Room, didn’t you?”

“That’s it in one, Mable,” Mr. Quinn replied. He pointed his finger toward the side hallway, where he knew the employee john was, waving a finger at himself and Mattias.

“Make it quick now. You don’t want me to get into trouble do you?” Mable said in her stage whisper.

Walking backward, Mr. Quinn teased, “I think trouble likes to find you, Mable.” Then he waved and hurried Mattias down the small, dark hallway. “She’s a peach. I’ll introduce you to her on our way back out.”

It seems this hallway leads to file cabinets, storage, and a janitor's closet. It didn’t seem the right place for a restroom at all. But Matthias figured Quinn knew what he was doing. As they got to a random door at the end, Mr. Quinn clarified as he opened it saying, “This is the one for employees. That’s why it’s so dark.” He waved Mattias into the room. As he followed him in he said, “You don’t mind sharing do you?”

At first, Mattias didn’t know what he meant until he saw the restroom was meant for one. There was a john, a sink with a mirror over it, and a waste can. That’s it.

‘At this point, I just gotta go so bad,’ Mattias said to himself. Then he shrugged at Mr. Quinn and said, “No problem here.” He stepped up to the toilet, unzipped, pulled himself out, and let it fly. "Ah..." he couldn't help but moan at the pleasure of the release. 

Mr. Quinn sidled up next to him and did the same. By the whooshing sound the two men made, you could tell, getting here was an urgent need for both men. 

Mattias looked down and over at the man standing next to him and smiled as his fire hose whizzed up a storm next to him. “Guess you needed to go as bad as I did.”

Mr. Quinn grinned back. Then he too looked down. He was hoping to check out what the younger man had going on down there. Glad the kid was curious too. Mattias stood, arching his back while holding his prick out and away from his body. He wouldn’t splash his suit trousers, doncha know. Quinn on the other hand was one of those men who let his cock hang there all by itself. It had enough weight so’s not to need a hand to guide it. It also had a bend to it, especially as he hardened, so it naturally arched slightly. Quinn squeezed his cheeks and arched his back to showing off his meat and ensuring his stream emptied in the bowl. 

Mattias intently watched everything Quinn was doing. He stared at that cock-stream until Mr. Quinn’s flow dissipated right down to a drip. Mattias watched the older man clench and produce several final squirts. Then there was something else. It really surprised Mattias. Quinn made no move to shake off any drips or to pack himself away. He simply stared down at his prick, letting it lay there.

Mattias focused back on what he was doing, stuff he did after a good pee. He made a few final squirts, shook it, letting any dribbles fly off. But as he was about to pack himself away, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

What Quinn had simply left hanging there a moment ago, was no longer merely hanging. No. It was much fuller, thicker, longer, sticking straight out now, pointing at the wall. Mattias got a little nervous now. Not sure what to do. But then he thought, ‘This could be just what the doctor ordered.’ And of course, his prick responded very quickly to that thought, not nervous at all.

Continuing to stare over at Quinn the whole time, Mattias took away his hand. He placed both hands behind his back, then arched it. Before too long, his dick filled out and became fully erect, all 8'5 inches of him. He checked himself out then returned his glance over at Mr. Quinn’s. He gasped. He couldn’t believe the continued growth of his cock. And in such a short time. The man was huge. It wasn’t that it was any longer than what Mattias had between his legs, but man, it was easily twice as thick. And what a nob on the end, bulbous and purple with excitement.

Mr. Quinn reached over, took a hold of Mattias’ engorged cock, and began stroking it. “You don’t mind do you?” he asked in a deep husky voice. Mattias couldn’t say anything. He merely nodded in response. He hadn’t expected anything like this to happen.

Quinn turned to face him and with his free hand started tugging on his ball sack. Then suddenly without saying a word, he knelt and took all of Mattias’ erection into his mouth and down his throat, all in one go. He worked it like the expert he was. Quinn never slowed or let up, but kept adding more and more intensity to what he was doing.

After only a short while, Quinn knew Mattias was about to blow. His scrotum began to shrink and pull those full balls up tightly. He then heightened his sucking even more. It didn't take much more before he was rewarded with the explosion of warm, sweet man-seed erupting from Mattias’ quickly softening penis.

Mr. Quinn leaned away from Mattias’ stunned body and stood. His cock still protruded from his suit pants. But it was no longer hard, like before, but not quite soft enough to be tucked back in place either. Mattias gazed down at the floor and saw where Quinn had made his own deposit. Glancing back up into Quinn’s face, Quinn smiled and asked him, “You want a taste before I clean up?”

There was no hesitation on Mattias’ part. He wanted to let the man know he was up for this again. And in appreciation, he leaned over and bent down taking Mr. Quinn’s cock into his mouth. It tasted tangy and a bit salty. He slurped his tongue around the length, then the crown, cleaning all the drops that clung to him after his orgasm.

Mr. Quinn tucked himself away, zipped up, then straightened his tie and jacket. He bent to wipe up the floor, then the sink. Mattias put himself back together as well. He splashed some water on his face to cool down a little.

Quinn smiled over at Mattias and said, “I’m glad I judged that one right.”

Mattias chuckled and said, “Me too. Thanks, Mr. Quinn.”

Holding out his hand, he responded, “Call me Cormac, Mr...”

“Mattias.”

“Glad to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

They shook hands and left the small lavatory behind. After they said their quick "Goodbyes" to Mable and scooted out of the office. "Let me know the next time you've got to pee," whispered Quinn as the men turned down different corridors to get back to their offices.