I never gave importance to the topic of clandestine meetings, much less those that take place in public. Similarly, I think that out of respect, no one should have them, apart from the fact that I still can't understand those who do it in full restaurants, public bathrooms, cinemas, etc.
But unfortunately, I had an episode with a boy that I cannot stop repeating, and I cannot have the value to invite him to my apartment where we could definitely do many more things.
I was working at a call center, and near midday they gave us forty minutes to go out for lunch. That day I left and had forgotten my wallet in the car, and since I wasn't hungry I just stayed playing solitaire on the computer. Ten minutes would have passed and I had to leave the bathroom. There was no one on the floor, only me and a boy who was washing his hands when I entered the bathroom.
I stopped in front of the urinal to do my thing and he did the same next to me, with a few guys who could have used it. I felt uncomfortable, honestly. I tried to focus but felt like he was looking over the small wall that separated us, and I futilely tried to hide my penis. Luckily, I had finished, washed my hands, and quickly fled to my cubicle.
The first thing I thought, as my hands ridiculously trembled, was who this guy was and how he dared to do those things at work (I worked there because I wore the same uniform). For five more minutes, I tried to focus but couldn't stop thinking about it. Beyond his perverted actions, he was good-looking. I could notice that his shirt sleeves were about to burst, not mentioning his great back that I could see from the mirror above the stalls. What would happen if he came back? I thought for a while, anxious about the time, since I had to work non-stop until the end of my shift.
I was getting hot just imagining myself sucking him off, which I imagined would be generous, while he grabbed me with his strong body and took me to the bathroom. When I felt the need to release the fury, I got up and went straight to the bathroom, where I found him again washing his hands, bent over, allowing his shirt to come out of his pants and revealing part of his perfect ass. I approached slowly to the first stall and entered, and he followed me with his gaze from the mirror.
The nerves were killing me, I had started to sweat, with 15 minutes left to go back. The door was half-open and he was standing with his back to me, with some water droplets on his belt that looked very prominent. I just whispered: 'Give it.'
But unfortunately, I had an episode with a boy that I cannot stop repeating, and I cannot have the value to invite him to my apartment where we could definitely do many more things.
I was working at a call center, and near midday they gave us forty minutes to go out for lunch. That day I left and had forgotten my wallet in the car, and since I wasn't hungry I just stayed playing solitaire on the computer. Ten minutes would have passed and I had to leave the bathroom. There was no one on the floor, only me and a boy who was washing his hands when I entered the bathroom.
I stopped in front of the urinal to do my thing and he did the same next to me, with a few guys who could have used it. I felt uncomfortable, honestly. I tried to focus but felt like he was looking over the small wall that separated us, and I futilely tried to hide my penis. Luckily, I had finished, washed my hands, and quickly fled to my cubicle.The first thing I thought, as my hands ridiculously trembled, was who this guy was and how he dared to do those things at work (I worked there because I wore the same uniform). For five more minutes, I tried to focus but couldn't stop thinking about it. Beyond his perverted actions, he was good-looking. I could notice that his shirt sleeves were about to burst, not mentioning his great back that I could see from the mirror above the stalls. What would happen if he came back? I thought for a while, anxious about the time, since I had to work non-stop until the end of my shift.
I was getting hot just imagining myself sucking him off, which I imagined would be generous, while he grabbed me with his strong body and took me to the bathroom. When I felt the need to release the fury, I got up and went straight to the bathroom, where I found him again washing his hands, bent over, allowing his shirt to come out of his pants and revealing part of his perfect ass. I approached slowly to the first stall and entered, and he followed me with his gaze from the mirror.
The nerves were killing me, I had started to sweat, with 15 minutes left to go back. The door was half-open and he was standing with his back to me, with some water droplets on his belt that looked very prominent. I just whispered: 'Give it.'
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