You hear his foot first - Tapping against the cold floor, ju..

You hear his foot first - Tapping against the cold floor, just enough to get your attention alerting no one who wasn’t already aware what this place was for. Hesitating, you pause, reconsidering before your foot starts tapping again, drifting towards the stall next to you in final confirmation.

You’ve heard of this place being a cruising spot but never really believed it - this bathroom was part of a larger office park, full of tourist gift shops, businesses and a few restaurants that were always bustling with people. However, with evening here and most of those places closed, the energy has changed considerably.

The man on your right stands up, shedding his pants, shirt, and underwear, with the latter still around his ankle. You listen and watch, lifting yourself from where you sat. How was this going to work? The excitement and unknown make your body tense, and your cock already twitches.

With a grunt you hear the man to your right scoot downwards, and soon enough you have your answer - Under the wall of the stall he’s presented himself to you, tensing slightly from the strain. Before you even realize it, your cock is in your hand, pumping away and making itself hard enough to fuck.

“C’mon bud…” the man whispers, shaking his ass for you. His words echo across the cold floor, making you remember that someone could come in at any moment.

You spit on your cock and spread it around the head, lubing it enough for now. The tiles of the floor feel cold and relentless as you adjust yourself, placing your dick at his entrance and slowly pushing your way inside with little preparation.

He was ready, however. His ass was clean, tight and lubricated, with maybe a few other loads helping to keep everything as slick as possible. As you settle and reach the base of your member, you both let out an exhale, trying your best to not moan like you normally do. You pull away, feeling the muscles in him trying to keep you close, as you exit and dive back in again, faster this time and harder than before. The man ahead of you breaks first, a soft whimper escaping his lips, muffled with one hand while he strokes his cock with the other.

You move faster now, pressing your body against the plastic wall of the partition, feeling the cold plastic on your chest and knees contrasting with the hot, almost overwhelming feeling around your dick. With nothing to hold on to, you press your palms flat against the wall, bucking upwards and giving yourself as much stability as possible…

Your pumps become more intense and manic, with most of your inertia slamming into the wall in the attempts to shove your cock deeper inside of him. The man on the other side moans louder, fighting against the slick floor to push himself closer, a free hand pumping away at his own cock as you continue your assault on him. The muscles in his hole tense around you, almost fighting against your intrusion, the tightness sending you over the edge at last.

You gasp, slamming your face into the cold plastic wall as you unload inside of him, wishing more than anything you could hold on to his hips (Or anything for balance) The man under you shoots his load as well, soft slapping of cum hitting the floor as you both try your best to remain discreet. He disengages first, gently pulling himself away while you do the same. You can hear the rip of bathroom tissue being unrolled into a wad, awkwardly wiping up the mess on the tiled floor and you assume himself.

Knowing you have a moment, you unlock your stall door and stamp out, washing your hands and making sure nobody was around to listen.

“Thanks, bud.” You hear a ragged voice gently echo right as you leave.

It sounds familiar, but you can’t place it…