Dean walked to the urinal on the far side as soon as he had entered the restroom. It was Saturday night and he was at this stupid dance with his girlfriend, Rory. Everything would have been great if it weren't for this jerk named Tristan who had spent the whole evening staring at 'em. Didn't he have better things to do? Upset, he quickly undid the button and fly of his pants when the door to the bathroom open.
Dean didn't think much of it. He just pulled down the front of his boxers and took out his cock, a heavy stream of piss shooting out and hitting the porcelain bowl. Fuck, he really needed that... His sweet release, however, was interrupted as somebody stepped to the urinal next to him.
"Dude, ever heard of toilet's rules?" Dean asked annoyed, keeping his eyes directly in front of him. No answer came, only the sound of a zipper coming undone which set Dean off. He harshly turned his head to look the boor in the face and saw it was no one less than Tristan, staring at him with a dumb grin. A small vein bulged in Dean's forehead and, choked on rage, he couldn't even speak. Instead, he just snapped his eyes forward and tried to focus on the task on hand, emptying his bladder. It wasn't easy for him. He didn't like peeing with somebody this close, not with plenty of empty urinals. Plus, there was something off about Tristan. He could feel his eyes on him and... not on his face...
"Nice..." Tristan commented appreciatively as he leaned over for a better look. Even though it was only at half-mast, Dean's cock still looked pretty yummy... Tristan licked his lips in anticipation and just reached into his pants, pulling his cock and balls over the top of his briefs. He had gone to the toilets to take a wicked piss but now there was something he wanted more. Stealthily, he sneaked around behind Dean's back and, pressing up against him, wrapped his hands over his waist.
"What the...?" Dean protested, restrained by the other boy. He tried to pull away, but Tristan didn't let him go, tightening his grip and deviously pressing down on his bladder. A powerful jet of piss burst out of Dean along with a series of low groans as he stopped fighting and just allowed the blondie to have the upper hand. The golden flow gradually slowed down to a trickle and so did Tristan, easing off the pressure. Humiliated by what had just happened, Dean struggled harder and managed to push the other guy away. He thought everything was finally over when suddenly Tristan swung him around and caught his lips in a brief kiss.
"I'll make you squeal, baby" Tristan whispered as he promptly dropped to his knees and engulfed the whole length into his mouth. Dean's eyes almost popped out of his head and his breathing hitched as he felt another guy's lips wrapping around his cock. Tristan hummed in delight and just sucked on him, twirling his tongue around the shaft stiffening in his mouth. It wasn't long before it rose to full attention and the blondie had to shift, so only half of the cock was inside.
"S-stop..." Dean whimpered, not sounding very convincing. He knew that was wrong but... Jeez, it felt so good! Rory had never gone down on him and, without even realizing it, his hands moved to the top of Tristan's head, grabbing a fistful of his hair. The blondie smiled around him, bobbing up and down on his shaft with enthusiasm, as he reached down for his own 7 inches, already erect and leaking, and pumped it in earnest. He could taste the sharpness of piss as his tongue stroked the underside of Dean's cock, but he didn't mind. He liked it, actually. Sorta salty and strong... Tristan gave the length in his mouth one last slurp and then pulled off, clenching his free fist around the base to admire it in all its glory. He was right, after all, Dean's cock was really awesome. 7,5 inches with a good girth and surrounded by a patch of dark hair.
"Ready to have a good time?" Tristan asked as he glanced up at Dean who just looked the other way, embarrassed. He knew he should go, get the hell out of there, but he couldn't move as if his feet were glued to the floor. With a smirk, the blondie got up and slowly began to stroke their cocks in sync. His grip was tight and firm and the taller guy couldn't hold back a grunt. Shit, it was completely different from how he did it in the shower... A little at a time, Tristan picked up the pace of his movements, causing Dean to involuntary buck his hips, and then stopped.
Dean shamelessly turned to the other guy and almost jumped as he saw a strange look upon his face. Without a word, Tristan pulled him closer and abruptly smashed their lips into a kiss, pressing their hard lengths together. Dean was taken aback by the sensation of another cock against his own and just opened his mouth, letting the blondie's tongue slip in. He just stood there, moaning muffled, as Tristan rapidly brought one hand to grasp both their junk and used to the other to cup his ass. Soon, he was rocking his hips, squeezing rhythmically with every thrust, and... Dean finally let go. He melted into the kiss, grabbing the sides of Tristan's face, and responded to each move. It was crazy how good it could feel... Their precum had covered their shafts, acting as a lubricant and improving the friction while their tongues tangled in a mess of saliva and teeth. Both of 'em could feel their orgasm approaching as they ground together in the grip of the blondie's hand, their hips rolling erratically and restlessly until...
"Oh, fuck!" Dean cried out, raw and hoarse, pulling away from the kiss. His toes curled, his back arched and 6 squirts of hot, white jizz erupted between their bodies and Tristan's hand as he came. The blondie followed him straight after, spurting 7 loads of slick, thick spunk which were added to his. The two guys leaned against each other, spent and out of breath, enjoying the afterglow of their climax. Then, Tristan let go of their cocks and gently pulled 'em apart. Dean was speechless.
"Maybe it's obvious now, but I wasn't staring at your girl before..." Tristan panted, his breath coming in gasps, as he tucked his cock back in his pants. The taller guy didn't react. He was there, but he wasn't. Just staring into space as he still couldn't believe what had happened, what he had done. Amused, the blondie reached up and took his chin, raising his head to meet his eyes. "Look, you can go back to Mary and forget all about this or you can come with me and keep this thing going. It's up to you"
Dean swallowed down, unsure about what to do. Temptingly, Tristan dragged his index, coated with the mix of their semen, to the other boy's mouth and just traced the outline of his lips, sneering as Dean slid his tongue out and greedily lapped at it...