F Chapter 2: Guy
It was a Thursday afternoon and F had just finished a lunch out with a client. Realizing his work stuff was in tow, he decided now was a better time than ever to take advantage of the co-working space at the AGP building, which just so happened to be close by the restaurant.
As F got off the elevator to the fourth floor, he looked both ways and started searching for the space. As he turned a corner he saw someone passing by and stopped them.
“Hey I’m looking for the co-working space?” F asked.
the man turned and pointed down the hall. “Continue on down, it’s on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” The man answered.
Now seeing his face, F realized that he recognized the man from the social mixer he attended only a week earlier.
“Thanks! Hey I think we met before? The mixer last week here?” F mentioned
The man paused as he looked closer at F with a confused look. “Oh yes the mixer!” He said sounding more like he recalled the event than he he did F. “I’m Guy” He stated as he reached out his hand. “What was your name gain?” He politely asked.
“Oh I don’t think I mentioned it, it’s F.” F shared shaking Guy’s hand.
“Hey, I’m sitting in the corner if you want to join me, that is if you’re not too busy, no pressure.” Guy offered.
“Yeah sure.” F accepted
“Nice, I’m just grabbing some more water. I’ll be right there.” Guy admitted.
F continued on his way to the co-working space and settled into the table where Guy was set up. Soon enough Guy returned and the two began typing away.
About an hour in, F started to feel pressure in his lower abdomen. Guy and him hadn’t really had much of a conversation since they both were pretty focused on work. He wrestled with whether to bring it up. He wondered if he should just get up and go find a nearby men’s room.
After a couple minutes, he decided he’d mention Room #419 to see what Guy’s response would be.
“Hey I think I’m gonna go to room #419, take a break, be back in fifteen or so. You need anything?” F shared, hoping the time frame he provided might drop a hint at what his intentions were.
Guy looked up from his computer. “Sure, I could take a load off.” He replied. The two men got up and walked across the building to where room #419 was.
After some light small talk along the way the two arrived and scanned in.
As they entered the small hallway with the two doors, Guy turned to F. “If you don’t mind, I’ll decide?” He asked.
Wanting to be polite, F responded “Yeah that’s fine.”
As they approached the two doors, Guy turned to the right. F remembered what Rez had said and started feeling a little nervous. Maybe Guy was only into pissing? Or maybe he just didn’t go by the unspoken rules.
Guy approached the tablet. He moved a bit quickly with his selections and F wasn’t able to catch a glimpse.
As 10 second timer beeped Guy motioned to F “After you.” his hands directing to the door. F proceeded to open the door and enter.
As he entered F noticed it was pretty small. More importantly he noticed it was just two urinals next to one another and across from that two sinks. F’s fears had been confirmed, but he tried to maintain his composure, he did need to pee after all.
The two walked over to the urinals, F took the left side as Guy took the right. Both unzipped their flies and were soon enough pissing. F was doing his best to hide that his ass wanted to open up as he drained his bladder.
Guy glanced over at F’s cock and F followed. F noticed that Guy’s dick must have been shaved as he could see any sign of hair from his angle. As their streams slowed Guy commented “You like what you see?” F nodded slightly. “You want to feel it?” He added.
F reached over and grabbed Guy’s dick. He could feel it start to grow and stiffen in his hand slightly, but before F could have a chance to stroke it properly, Guy lifted F’s hand and zipped up his pants with a smug grin. F followed suit and both flushed the urinal.
As both washed up, F recalled Guy’s answer when he mentioned #419. Guy was probably being purely figurative with the term “load F thought and he just read into too much.
Upon exiting, F was prepared to say something about needing to use the other door and essentially come clean about his original plans. He realized all of these mental and verbal gymnastics were ridiculous, he should have just been straightforward from the beginning, it was simply about a bowel movement, such an ordinary thing.
At the same time, there was also an intimacy at the center of this for him. To be vulnerable in a way and share it in a way most people didn’t understand. Even more, as a gay man he was concerned about not just judgement, but rejection and from people he wanted to trust.
Before F had the chance to speak, Guy walked over to the right door and started using the tablet. F found this strange, why didn’t they go there first, but at the same time found this a bit of a relief. Maybe Guy did know what he meant all along.
Feeling so close to the bathroom, F could feel his need growing, but Guy seemed to be taking his time with the selection.
After a few minutes, F saw the timer begin and felt it couldn’t come soon enough.
Once the countdown finished, Guy turned to F “You ready?” he asked. F nodded.
Entering the space, F could see it was another predominantly black and white tiled space. As the two took a right F noticed in the same spot on the right-side were the sinks, but this time it was a long countertop made of marble with sleek black taps. Above that, a large set of mirrors. Across from the sinks was a row of white toilets. The toilets were sleek back to wall design.
Guy looked at F who was taking it all in and commented sarcastically “You’re welcome.” As if F should have complimented him.
Seeing Guy approach the first toilet and lifted the plastic lid and placed it against the tiled wall. F walked to the next toilet over.
F looked around quickly for a place to take off his zip up pullover, but didn’t see any hooks. Oh we’ll he thought, it seemed cool in here anyway. He then slowly lifted the lid to reveal the seat.
He looked over at Guy who appeared to be trying to check his own reflection in the mirror. F noticed guy was wearing a soft cotton polo. Not paying mind to F, Guy continued looking forward as he slipped off his shoes. As he moved to unbuckle his leather belt and unzipped his fly.
Guy then noticed F looking on. “Something on my face?” He asked with a slight tone of defensiveness. F smirked and shook his head before lifting his pullover slightly to find his own belt buckle. As F was unzipping his pants, he looked over again to see Guy was taking his pants off entirely revealing some ankle length socks and his hairy slim legs. In just his polo, socks and a pair of heather gray briefs, Guy paused again turning his head up to side as if he was checking himself out again.
This gave F enough time to lower his own pants, his white trunks peeking out a little below his pullover and shirt. It was almost coincidence it seemed, that F and Guy reached to lower their underwear at the same time and sit down. F watched Guy take his seat, but Guy didn’t look over yet. Instead he focused on removing his briefs and setting them aside with his pants.
With his feet now planted on the floor unrestricted, Guy looked over at F and checked him out as F did the same.
“Mmm nice legs.” Guy commented “You work out at all?” He asked with a flirty grin.
“I try.” F responded feeling a little flattered. Not more than a second later F’s ass hissed out a deep fart, then paused, “Guy, was that..?” F asked jokingly, but didn’t have a chance to finish the thought.
Guy looked at F annoyed “Not me.” He interrupted and then paused “I don’t fart.” He remarked, his face bearing a mild expression of disgust..
“Ha, I don’t believe that,” F scoffed. “Let me guess you don’t shit either?
“No.” Guy said with sass and deadpan.
“Then what are you doing?” F prodded now feeling a little conscious for a moment and holding his bowels. Did he misjudge Guy? For a moment he felt a bit confused.
And then a quick boom of gas sounded, but it wasn’t from F, it was from Guy.
F looked on with. a grin of satisfaction knowing his companion was proven wrong as he shook his head.
“What?” Guy said with a serious expression. His facial expression then seamlessly transitioned from serious to grin. Then came the sound of splash and a loud plop as Guy dropped a large log into the bowl and sighed. “I haven’t heard you shit yet.” Guy countered half-defensive and half joking.
Not a second after Guy’s words left his mouth, F’s ass opened to let some shit coil out and into the bowl. “Ahh.” F exclaimed in relief.
“Oof I can smell that.” Guy commented as he waved his hand in the air. “You’re a dirty boy aren’t you.” He said with a smirk.
F smiled as he dropped another plop. “I can be.” He replied flirtatiously.
Guy paused and pushed hard as another solid log dropped from his ass. “I have been a dirty boy all day. I couldn’t wait to.” He paused to let out a fart. “To stink up a toilet.” He moaned.
F was getting hard at this and he reached to touch his cock. “Show me that dirty ass Daddy.” Guy commented.
F then stood up to reveal his ass to Guy. At this Guy began stroke his cock and F leaned down to spread his cheeks. “You ready to wipe?” Guy asked. F nodded. He reached over to rip off some Toilet paper, folded it over and in front of Guy cleaned his ass. He dug in deep each time. Guy was stroking faster and faster until his cum shot out and onto F’s backside.
Guy paused to recover and take a breath, as he grabbed some TP he offered some tot F for the mess he had left.
“No, not yet.” F replied as he reached around to take some of Guy’s cum with his finger and taste it. “Mmm” He commented.
“You like it?” Guy asked.
“It’s tasty, I could do with some in my ass too, now that I think about it.”
At this Guy reached over to take what was left and began fingering F’s ass.
F moaned and his cock, already hard, stiffened more. Guy’s fingers gliding in and out gave F him such pleasure. As he looked over to see his companion seated there and realizing everything that had just happened, the blood ran to F’s penis and a wave of semen shot out onto the floor in front of him.
After taking a moment to pause, F returning to grab some toilet paper to clean up the floor. Meanwhile, Guy started wiping his own ass and was soon picking up his clothes to put them back on.
At the sink, Guy was checking himself out again, this time up close. As F turned off his faucet and reached for a hand towel. Guy turned to him.
“Hey, I have an idea, you want to hear it?” Guy asked.
“Hit me with it.” F replied.
Guy walked over and with his hands tidied F’s shirt collar and leaned in. “If you agree to hold your shit through the weekend, I’ll do the same.” He explained.
F looked on. He thought discussing doing it again was a bit soon, but also the idea did seem kind of hot.
“And then on Monday?” F asked.
“On Monday, we can meet up again.” Guy said
“Afternoon?” F asked
“Sure.” Guy stated very manner of fact.
F paused, “Ok…yeah.”
“mmm yess Zzaddy. I’ll see you then.” Guy said with a slight ting of smugness before turning to exit the room.
TO BE CONTINUED















