Ross didn't know how he had gotten there. Inside his car, he was thinking about everything that had led him to that parking lot next a public restroom. His continuous fights with Rachel... Their on-and-off relationship... The morbid jealousy of both... It was exhausting. He loved her, of course, but he couldn't do it anymore. Were they on a break? Were they not? The only certain thing was that he hadn't gotten any for months and, not to sound like Joey but, he did have those kind of needs. After all, that would have helped him blowing off some steam and being more patient with Rachel, wouldn't it?
Ross turned his head to the left and looked out the window at the toilet trying to convince himself. It hadn't been difficult to find on the internet a place to hook up. By now in net, everything was in the open. Yes, at first, the paleontologist had been quite hesitant finding out the place was mostly frequented by men but, damn, he had gotten to the point where he didn't care. Eventually... a mouth was a mouth, wasn't it? However, everything was getting real now. It wasn't a fantasy anymore and that was making him nervous.
Ross closed his eyes and clutched the wheel with his hands, picturing a cosy mouth engulfing his cock and sucking him good... Shit, nobody had given him proper head for such a long time. The paleontologist felt his pants tighten just at the thought. He imagined the wetness, the warmth, the suction, the... his eyes snapped open and he was brought back to reality. What the hell was he doing? Was he serious? Sneaking into a public bathroom to bust a nut? He abruptly turned the key into the ignition and started the car. It was a bad idea. Definitely not worth the candle. Yeah, his good old hand would have sufficed... again.
Ross gulped down and then turned off the engine. Fuck it, his blue balls had the upper hand. He got out of the car and headed straight to the public toilets. It was night and the place wasn't very well lit, yet the paleontologist walked with his gaze lowered as not to be recognized and tried to cover his bulge while passing by two guys who were smoking at the entrance. His heart was racing and all he could think of was what he had read. "Second stall to the right"
Ross went in there as soon as he had set foot in the restroom, ignoring the men touching one another by the urinal, and just locked himself in the cubicle. Finally the paleontologist sighed with relief and started to look around. His first impression was that it wasn't the cleanest bathroom he had ever seen. Actually he felt dirty just standing there. It was small and he didn't dare the check the toilet since even the smell wasn't nice. Disgusted, he thought of getting out when it caught his eye. The hole. It was right at the height of his crotch, the size of a fist, on the panel which separated his stall with the one to his left. His junk twitched hard.
Ross stared at it for a moment which seemed like an eternity. It was so hot, more arousing live than in porn. But now what? Was he supposed to knock or just stick his cock in there? He cleared his throat, not knowing what to do when two fingers extended through the opening and wiggled. It was at this time that his brain shut down and the paleontologist started to think with his dick. A little too eagerly, he undid his pants, the metallic clink of his belt echoing in the room as he slid his jeans and boxers to his ankles. His 7,5 inches erect cock sprung up in the cold air, thick and veiny, with precum already oozing from the top and his heavy scrotum hanging low.
The fingers then retreated but were quickly replaced as Ross grabbed his shaft and guided it through the hole. The next second, soft lips wrapped around his glans making him hiss at the touch. God, how long he hadn't been blown... The warm mouth took more of him and the paleontologist couldn't control his hips from jerking up. A skilled tongue was swirling around the tip of his cock, teasing and lapping at his slit as hollowed cheeks created the perfect suction.
Ross pressed his body up against the cold stall panel, forgetting about the filth around him and just focusing on the pleasure he was getting. A delicate hand gripped at the base of his length as the stranger's head bobbed up and down with wet slurps. The paleontologist had to grit his teeth to fight the urge to groan and cuss. At the moment he didn't give a damn whether it was right or wrong. Had he been able to do it, he would have grabbed the stranger by the hair and skull-fucked the shit out of him, shoving his entire manhood down his throat until he choked.
Ross clenched his fists as his pelvis was humping frantically against the wall and his balls were slapping with ardor. The stranger didn't mind it and kept sucking on him, his tongue caressing the underside of the length while his hand worked the shaft to meet the paleontologist's thrusts. It was so good. Ross didn't know if it was the perfection of that blowjob or the long period of abstinence but a familiar tingling in his nuts grew. He was close. Moans of enjoyment escaped from his lips and his movements became more and more erratic as his release was approaching.
"I-I'm cumming" the paleontologist managed to say, gathering his breath. He expected the stranger to slow down and pull back but instead he just removed his hand from the base and pushed himself forward. That was it. 8 squirts of hot, sticky cum shot from his throbbing cock right down the stranger's throat who greedily swallowed it all. There was more, he let every inch of the juicy meat slide out of his mouth until only the glans was between his lips and proceeded to lick it clean, milking it to the last drop of jizz.
Meanwhile, Ross was trying to pull himself together and recover from that powerful orgasm, slightly whimpering at the tongue which was still working on his sensitive shaft. Once he was let go of, the paleontologist withdrew his spent length from the hole, covered in shiny saliva, and gradually gained conscience of what had just happened. Oh. My. God. A sense of guilt crept over him. He pulled his jeans and underwear back on, buckling his belt in a rush, impatient to get his ass out of that place.
"I... I don't know exactly how I should behave in this situation. I'm new to it, this was my first time and..." Ross explained, still panting, to the person in the other cubicle as he wiped his sweaty forehead with the palm of his hand. What was he supposed to do? Maybe just leave? Was small talk a good idea? He awaited a second for the stranger to replay and make it all less awkward but no words were spoken. So he fixed his clothes and unlocked the stall, ready to walk out. "Anyway... thank you"
"Wait! Dad? Is it you?"
The paleontologist's eyes widened and his hand stopped on the handle as he immediately recognized that known voice. No... it couldn't be. He wouldn't believe it. A strange silence fell in the room as the two men were left astonished.
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"Ben!?"