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This had been something on Jere’s bucket list for a long time. He wasn’t quite sure why he hadn’t ticked it off the list just yet. Maybe it had to do with time, or place. Maybe it was because he was nervous about doing it. Maybe it was something that was only meant to be held in fantasies.
But there Jere was, in the cramped little bathroom stall, sitting and waiting. For who? He didn’t really know. Someone to enter the stall next to him. Maybe give him a signal, anything to say that they were interested as well. Maybe there would be a knock, or an inquisitive finger. Maybe there would be no sign at all, and it would just be presented to him lacking any fanfare.
Regardless, his heart was pounding with anticipation, with need. Hopefully he wouldn’t strike out, or chicken out for that matter.
The door to the bathroom creaked slightly, someone was coming in. Jere almost felt like he was sweating buckets, his body wracked with nerves. A moment passed, and then another. Jere was almost sure that this one was going to be a dud. Then close, next to a little round hole in the wall that separated them, was a little knock, just a little tap tap tap. It was quiet, like they didn’t quite know how to signal either.
Jere could feel his heart race, taking a moment to process how quickly it all came and went. He should respond, right? To start everything moving in the right way. Jere gave a little knock back, the same little taps near the little hole. His heart started to race as he listened to his partner start to move in the stall next to him.
A soft unzipping of pants, the sound of fabric being rustled, the sound of bare hand on skin, stroking. He could feel all of the blood drive right to his groin, the anticipation clearly getting to him. Jere watched the hole eagerly, waiting for the next step in their little dance.
Pressing through the hole in the bathroom stall, the tip of a cock came into view. Hard and eager, ready to be pleased. Jere licked his lips gently, looking at the gift that was being offered to him. He wiped his hand on his thigh, convinced that his hands were sweating, before reaching out and taking a hold of the shaft in front of him. A soft groan of appreciation from the other side of the wall and Jere smiled to himself.
He was going to have fun.
Kneeling on the bathroom floor, Jere neared his first prize of the night. Tongue out, he gently ran it over the man’s tip, garnering another happy little noise. A hand gripped at the top of the stall, taking hold to steady himself for what came next.
Jere’s lips wrapped around the cock before him, humming softly at the warmth against his tongue. The musky scent of sweat and need flooding his nostrils. His tongue massaged along his length as he pressed more of his prize into his mouth.
It fit so nicely in his mouth, fit so well. It really was a prize the more that he thought about it. Who would have guessed that his first guest would have worked out so well?
His mouth bobbed along his length, a slow and easy pace to begin with, but he could feel the man behind the wall start to move and shift, eager for more. Little stunted thrusts against the wall, the material shaking slightly in its brackets. Spit slick, his cock moved against Jere’s tongue, the fingers at the top of the stall gripping it harder.
The soft creak of the bathroom door sent Jere into a tizzy, the idea of getting caught both thrilled and terrified him, but he couldn’t take the time to pause. He couldn’t bother with that thought just yet.
Jere slid his hand down to his pants, shoving them lower and off of his hips, needing to start his own bit of pleasure. But something caught his attention that caused him to pause.
Another little knock on the other side of the stall.
Jere was faced with a problem. One that he hadn’t anticipated. Two men wanting a bit of his services at the same time. A second inquisitive knock and Jere made up his mind, knowing what he had to do. He reached behind and knocked back, eager to cross another item off his bucket list.
Jere pulled back, looking at the cock before him coated in precome and spittle. A little disappointed “Hey…” Calling out to him from the other side of the wall.
But Jere was most certainly was not done with him, no. Shifting and standing some, he turned, pushing his pants lower. He took hold of his shaft once more and aligned just right, pressing him against his eager to please ass.
Jere braced himself against the opposing wall and moaned as he was pressed into. “Fuck…” Groaned a voice he recognized. His heart started to race once more as he was filled, flickering through the memories that rose to the surface. “Little lower…” Kris murmured, finally hitting a rhythm he seemed to like as Jere adjusted.
There was something hot about being with someone he knew, something that made him moan as he leaned forward, looking at the new player to take on. Thicker, but just as big, a nice hard shaft was offered to him. Jere moaned softly and licked his lips, bending down a little more and running his tongue over his tip.
His hand took hold at his base, stroking him slowly as he pulled him into his mouth. A deep and throaty moan as Jere hallowed his cheeks, this man taking no time to start thrusting into the back of his throat.
Jere truly wasn’t expecting this out of tonight, two bucket list items crossed off in one go. Two birds with one stone. Or two goals with two holes as it were.
Jere relaxed his throat, moaning against the eager cock thrusting into him. Two hands at the top of the stall, gripping firmly and thrusting into him, taking full advantage of the leverage it gave him. Drool pooled and dripped down his chin, his eyes fluttered as he was used in the way he had always imagined.
Kris grunted softly as he thrust into Jere’s ass, his movements getting more desperate with each movement. The stall rattled around him, surely this wasn’t what the intention was for, but it certainly made for a good time.
Jere’s hand moved to his leaking cock, eager for the first notch in his imaginary bedpost to be made. He smeared precome across his length, whimpering softy as he was speared by the two men. This would be something he dreamed about for years to come.
Behind him, Kris stuttered through his thrusts, obviously getting closer to his peak. A shame that he would be finished so quickly, but he did have another to take his focus as well. Jere used the haphazard pace set by the two as something to work off of, lacking rhythm but all the power he adored, he stroked himself quickly, a drop of precome splatting against the floor.
The man in front of him was everything but quiet, moans and grunts abundant, spurring the three of them on. His thrusts were brutal, fucking Jere’s throat as far as he was able to. Jere moaned around him, muffled by his cock and each and every thrust.
Kris finally stalled, his shaft throbbing within Jere, unloading fully into him, spurt after spurt of come coating his insides. A few more weary thrusts for good measure before pulling out, leaving Jere feeling empty. He could feel the first drips of come drip out of his ass and trickle down his thigh.
Jere hoped there would be more to add to it.
The gentle creak of the bathroom door, coupled with a zip up of pants and opening of a stall echoed through the room despite the man in front of him not stopping.
“Oh, there you are Kris. Our drinks have been at our table for a bit.” Bojan, that was Bojan.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” The sound of a sink turning on. “Hey, if you don’t mind a bit of a mess, middle stall is taking offers.” Kris chuckled, sighing softly as the man in the other stall continued his tirade on Jere’s throat.
“In a bit. I want to finish my drink first.” Bojan retorted, laughing softly. “Hey, have you seen Nace? We tried the pinball area, but couldn’t find him.”
“Almost done.” The man in front of him called out, barely losing his stride. Nace was the other party then.
Jere had been filled by 2/5ths of Joker Out, and with the way the Kris was speaking, he may get other members under his belt. Jere’s heart raced as he stroked himself, hips now free to buck into his hand as he now fully focused on Nace. He swallowed around his tip, his tongue rubbing at his underbelly with each thrust.
He barely heard the two leave the bathroom, his focus so honed in on Nace. “Don’t move, d-don’t move.” Nace called over the wall, his moans pitching up as he got closer. He thrusts stalled out for a moment, determined to ride out the high that was coming ever closer.
Jere moaned around him, gasping for breath any moment he got, feeling his own high stare down at him. The thought hit him suddenly, that he was getting fucked by his friends, all without their knowledge, but the idea of the five of them taking him on at once, it was all he needed.
Wet and sticky, his seed splattered against the concrete floor, pump after pump of his twitching cock added to the mess he was making. He moaned around Nace, who returned that noise with just as much vigor. “Good boy, fuck… Good boy…” He murmured, his shaft throbbing against Jere’s tongue.
With a final thrust deep into his mouth, Nace came, the first spraying at the back of his throat, but slowly he pulled back, letting him taste exactly what he caused. Come pooled on Jere’s tongue and dripped down his chin. He closed his lips around his tip once more, sucking the last dredges from him before he pulled away.
A soft, pleased sigh from the other side of the stall, and a little shuffle about inside of it, the sound of a zipper again before he spoke. “I’ll be back later… Hope you’re here still…” Nace’s voice was soft, a little rough, but it excited him all the same.
A possible repeat customer, and a possible new customer already lined up for later. Jere licked at his lips, tasting Nace still. He listened to Nace leave the stall, stopping to wash his hands before leaving the bathroom.
Jere sat back on the toilet, panting softly as he regained himself after that. Sure, the bucket list items were now crossed off, but they could be more crossed off, right?
No harm in waiting for a bit to see who would come in next. No harm at all.