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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

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F Chapter 1: The Key

F had worked in different corporate firms for years, but recently accepted a higher position in a new city.

Now 42 years old, F had prioritized his career for the past several years. After moving to a large new city, F found himself looking to re-establish himself and build a new network, both professionally and personally. The Association of Gay Professionals (AGP) was one such organization that caught his attention. He contacted the AGP and share his profile. Upon acceptance of his membership, F was invited for a consultation at their offices.

Martin, a committee member for the association, welcomed F into his office. The two soon dove into conversation and get acquainted.

“Our association will support you in your career and can in many other ways.” Martin shared.

“Look I have what might sound like an unusual request.” F followed up. “Can the association connect me with members.” He paused “In a way that’s NSFW?”

Martin looked both curious and confused. “We might, what did you have in mind?” He inquired.

“I’m thinking of a way to connect with other queer men, but maybe those who might be interested in…how should I say…toilet kinks?” F hesitated as his voice grew quieter.

Martin paused, then stood up and walked over to a cabinet. He pulled open a couple drawers, sifting through its contents, before pulling out a key card. He returned to the desk and placed the card down.

“Here’s a key card. It provides access to a room on the fourth floor, 419. It’s an unmarked door, so look for the number.” He paused. “It’s a shared bathroom space, a place where toilet kink curious members can visit, use, and meet like-minded others.”

He paused again. “There are ground rules though. In terms of cleanliness and hygiene, treat it like any other public restroom. With respect to the cleaning staff, no messes. If you want to participate in a messy activity, you and anyone else will need to do that somewhere else.” He paused again.

“You can visit the room as long as the building is open. There is a co-working space here, so if you’re able to work remotely it makes visiting convenient. I know some members come during breaks or at the beginning or end of the day.” He added.

Martin switched to his computer. “I’ll need you to sign this consent form that you will engage respectfully with both the space and other members.” F got a push notification for the form.

“If you beak the rules, you will lose your membership.” Martin finished.

F skimmed the form and added his digital signature. At this, Martin handed over the key card.

“The members do have a social meeting about once a month. So if you’d like to get to know any of them, socialize, or introduce yourself, could be a good opportunity. I’ll send you the AGP newsletter, it has details about all events held by different groups across the board. Sound good?” Martin declared hoping for confirmation.

F nodded and agreed before the two men shook hands. F stood up to leave the office.

Over the next day F pondered visiting the room #419. Every time he thought of it he was too nervous. F received the newsletter from Martin and learned about a social event that Wednesday evening and decided it was the opportunity to take the leap.

F headed out from his office and walked the few blocks to the building where the association was. From the sidewalk he caught a glimpse of his reflection, his gray suit, white shirt and black tie all as he passed by a mirrored glass window.

From the revolving entrance door he made his way up a flight of stairs to the mezzanine where the get together was happening.

He saw the small crowd of men socializing in the lounge right off the stairs and composed himself as he approached.

F was greeted by the group of about 6-8 men and accepted a small refreshment from one of the members. Much of the initial conversation centered around AGP generally or what the members do for work as F and half the attendees became acquainted. Then the topic shifted more to their group specifically, GayWC, as F had learned from the newsletter.

“So you’re new to AGP, so this is also your first time meeting with GayWC?” One member asked F.

“Oh Yeah, what about you all?” F replied both awkwardly, but genuinely curious.

“About a year.” One replied.

“4 months.” Stated another.

“One month.” A third man mentioned after taking a sip of seltzer. He had only recently joined the circle. He briefly introduced himself as Guy to the group before asking another if they had met before.

Following Guy’s interruption, the group began to fracture into one on one conversations. F went over to the refreshment table.

One of the men in the group walked up next to F. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, I’m Rez.” He shared.

“So are you from the city?” Rez asked

“Oh no I just moved here from Philadelphia. What about yourself?” F followed up while grabbing a piece of crudite.

“I moved here a couple years ago, but I’m originally from Montreal.” Rez explained.

The two stepped away from the refreshments and began to engage in conversation regarding the difference living here compared to their hometowns.

After the next hour, the crowd thinned, but F and Rez were still engaged in conversation. The two of them were now sitting on small set of steps between the mezzanine and the rest of the second level.

“So you never told me what exactly brought you to the group.” Rez asked with a slight smile. “Was it the yellow, the brown, both?”

F looked around “I guess mainly the brown.” He answered. “You?”

“At first it was yellow, but then I discovered that I do like brown too, maybe more.” Rez added. “I can’t say I’m quite at the level of what some people do, so maybe some would say I’m not truly into scat, you know the feeding or the play if you get what I mean.” He continued.

“Can I be real with you? I haven’t either.” F shared. Rez gave a slight grin.

Rez looked around and noticed that nearly all the attendees had left by now. F who was sitting a couple steps above Rez looked on at his new friend’s backside to admire his plump ass pressing against slacks. F heard a quiet but audible fart from Rez.

The two looked at each other. “How forward of you.” F replied, the two laughed as Rez blushed in slight embarrassment.

At this a fart escaped from F’s ass. “Ooh I guess I’m not the only one.” Rez quipped. “And by the smell, I’d say, you need to visit.” He paused and leaned in to whisper “So do I.”

“Please show me the way.” F countered.

The two stood up and headed up two flights of stairs to the fourth floor.

Exiting the stairwell, F could see the space was pretty empty as most people had left the building for the day. Past a sitting area was a small corridor. Rez turned down and F followed. They arrived at a standard looking door, it was room 419. F noticed that not unlike other doors there was a badge scanner. Both men tapped and were granted entry.

Inside F was surprised to see another small corridor. With two doors. Rez walked up to the door on the left side.

“What’s that?” F asked pointing at the right door.

“Oh we could use both, just that is typically for y’know the yellow-curious among us. It’s a bit unspoken though.”

Rez approached what appeared to be a touchpad next to the left door. F almost didn’t notice it.

“Which one should we do?” Rez asked out loud.

“Huh?” F replied.

“This is a menu where you customize the simulation.” Rez explained.

“Wait, simulation, but…” F began.

“Don’t worry, the plumbing is real, and for what isn’t you won’t be able to tell.” Rez interrupted. “I think for your first time, let’s do the ‘Double Stalls.” He stated switching his attention back to the screen. F looked on puzzled at what Rez just said.

“You ever wish the wall between you and your neighbor was removed? Well, this is basically that.” Rez followed up. F was intrigued and grinned.

Rez tapped the screen a couple more times and a 10 sec timer appeared. After it timed out. Rez looked at F, “After you.” He motioned.

F opened the door to reveal a fairly standard appearing men’s room. A couple urinals and a set of what looked like four stalls across from which were four sinks. F walked up the first door and Rez followed to the second. F paused and watched Rez enter and he followed. Inside were two basic white toilets attached at the wall with a standard metal T-shaped flusher lever at the back. They were fairly close one another. It was on the outer walls that F noticed each toilet had a toilet paper dispenser.

Rez took off his well-tailored charcoal suit jacket and hung it on the coat hook on the door, revealing blue dress shirt. F followed, removing his own suit jacket to reveal his white shirt and black tie.

Rolling up his sleeves, Rez turned to F “I’ll show you what I’ve got underneath. But you’ve got to show me yours first.” He said playfully teasing.

“Deal.” F replied as he reciprocated Rez’s tone with his eyes.

F unbuckled his his belt, and then unzipped his gray slacks and lowered them to has ankles revealing a pair of tight trunks and shin high dress socks.

“Ooh pink, that’s hot.” Rez commented referring to the fuchsia color of F’s briefs.

“Your turn.” F motioned to Rez

Rez undid his charcoal slacks and lowered them down revealing he was wearing a jockstrap and gray dress socks.

F looked on in surprise as Rez turned to expose his hairy ass to his new friend. “You like?” Rez asked. F gave an affirming smile.

“Can I…” F began

“Put your face there?” Rez interrupted “Go ahead” he stated in a welcoming way.

F stepped closer and buried his face into the dark brush of Rez’s hairy asshole and took a sniff. At this Rez let out a fart and F inhaled. The two men gasped a little.

F lifted his face out. “God I want to rim you so bad.” He said looking up at Rez.

Rez reached down at F’s face. “Maybe afterwards.” Rez stated. “Nature is still calling my friend, sit down with me please.”

F smiled stood up returning to the left toilet. The two looked at one another and slowly removed their underwear to sit down. Both men made a face as they spotted each other’s penis.

Rez was the first to remark “Nice cock.” admiring F’s sizable circumcised dick and blondish pubes.

“I like yours too.” F replied admiring Rez’s uncircumcised cock and thick dark bush.

“I’d let you suck it, but you seem a bit pre-occupied at the moment.” Rez commented. “Plus I need to piss like a racehorse.” At this he reached down and strong stream of his urine sounded as it hit the toilet water.

F smiled and let out a deep fart in the bowl. “What if I told you I’d been holding this for the past two hours.” He mentioned.

“It’s been three for me.” Rez countered as he broke a fart as his pee stream slowed.

“I can feel my ass crowning.” F commented. He then pushed the large soft log out into the bowl below.

Rez smiled and let out an blast of soft shit from his asshole.

F reached to caress Rez’s thigh. Rez pushed out a soft log of his own. F’s dick was practically leaking at this point.

“You look so hot.” F commented.

“So do you.” Rez answered as he grabbed F’s hand and moved it his erect cock. “Look at what you’ve done to me.” He added. The two went in for a kiss. Rez reached over to grab F’s dick and began stroking it.

“I still got to go.” F managed to say between heavy breaths of pleasure.

“I’m not done either.” Rez whispered.

F pushed out another plop followed one Rez’s own, then a fart. At this both men ejaculated in each other’s hand.

Rez’s cum shot up in the air before landing on his leg and F’s wrist and arm. F’s load oozed out as it slid down Rex’s hand.

Both Rez and F lifted their hands to lick up what they could of the other’s semen.

F began to reach for the toilet paper. “Lift that.” Rez stated in an attempted to redirect F’s attention. F noticed a notched handle next to the toilet paper and opened it. It was a disposable wipe dispenser.

“It’s a must have customization.” Rez commented, referring to the screen just outside the door.

Both men reached up in to grab some wipes. F stayed seated as he reached around, while Rez stood up and reached into his ass in full view of F. From the corner of F’s eye he could see the load Rez had left in his toilet.

“Sorry if that’s too much, I should.” Rez said apologetically about the exposed mess in view and rewatched towards the flusher.

F flashed a slight grin as he intercepted to stop Rez’s hand. “I’ll take care it.” He stated as he reached to flush Rez’s toilet.

Rez looked on with a smile now as he finished wiping his ass and pulled up his jock strap. F dropped his last wipe in his toilet, and started to reach down for his underwear, when Rez walked over to stop F.

Rez grabbed F’s face as he leaned down to kiss him. The two men smiled, then Rez flushed F’s toilet. “How about that rim job?” Rez asked softly. F shook his head yes before quickly standing up. Rez leaned up against the stall wall as F crouched and hurried his head to Rez’s furry ass. It tasted so good. Despite the wiping, F could still taste the little bit of flavor that lingered. His tongue went deep as he licked around in Rez’s ass. Rez moaned a little. After about a minute, F paused to catch his breath.

“It was worth the wait.” F uttered. Rez smiled as he rubbed F’s head and then reached down to pull up his pants. F got up and did the same.

as the men finished putting their clothes on, the exited both doors and proceeded to wash their hands.

They dried their hands and then exited. Rez paused to adjust the setting on the pad outside the bathroom door.

“I hope to see you around, here take my number.” He commented revealing his contact information on his phone for F to see.

F added Rez to his contacts. As the two men exited the room marked #419, they offered a brief good bye as they walked in opposite directions.

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M Chapter 3: Professor Carlton

Professor Carlton had learned about M’s “hospitality” towards a couple of his colleagues through the grapevine.

The two hadn’t met one another, neither been one another’s student or a teacher, but had exchanged glances on occasion.

One Thursday morning, during a break in classes. Professor Carlton and M crossed paths.

“Oh M, is it?” The professor asked stopping the senior.

“Yes..” M answered with a tinge of a puzzling tone.

”I’ve heard how you’ve been helping some of your mates this semester.” Prof. Carlton exclaimed

“I’m not sure I follow?” M responded.

“From what I hear you’ve been a great tutor to your peers. Quite the Wizard of Oz.” Prof. Carlton added.

M picked up that this may have been a gay reference. Was the professor hitting on him? To another student, this could be harassment, but to M it was intriguing. After all he had admired Professor Carlton before. So he continued to play along.

”Oh yes” M replied

“I know some department’s are looking for TA’s and or peer tutor’s. Would you stop by my office this evening to discuss?”

“Sure.” M replied curious as to what this meeting would entail.

“My office 7pm?” Prof. Carlton asked

“See you then.” M followed up

The day went on and as 7pm neared, M prepared to head to Professor Carlton’s office.

M climbed the final set of stairs and walked halfway down a corridor to find Professor Carlton’s office on the right side. The rest of the offices along the way were either closed or empty, it was so quiet, only M’s foot steps could be heard.

As M entered he knocked on the door frame.

“Come in and close the door.” Professor Carlton answered as he sat finishing up some work.

“Take a seat” Professor Carlton offered.

M sat down and waited a minute as the Professor completed grading a paper.

“Am I in trouble?” M implored

“I don’t know, are you in trouble?” the professor retorted before grinning ”I’m joking” before reaching to take a sip of what appeared to be a glass of whiskey.

M made a small laugh to ease the tension.

Professor Carlton then stood up and walked over to the large leaded glass windows behind his desk to look out at the now darkening sky.

M could get a good look at the Professor now. He was a man in his mid to late forties. Dressed as a typical academic at the time, suit, vest and tie. He had a slight British accent when he spoke, probably somewhere in Southern England, near London.

“I know we haven’t met really, but I’ve seen you around.” Professor Carlton added.

“Oh really.” M answered

“Yeah we’ve passed one another in the halls between classes. I remember on at least one occasion we bumped into one another in the loo.”

M knew exactly the moment he was talking about “Ah yes, you entered and walked up to the sink as I was washing up.”

“Exactly.”

“What did you do after?” M asked, curious what Professor would say.

“After what?”

“After I had walked out, you were still in front of the sink.” M added

Professor Carlton turned to M smiling and then laughed a little. So too did M.

“You’re funny.” Professor Carlton stated. He returned to the desk and picked up his whiskey to take another sip.

“Do you enjoy a drink?” He asked M. “Oh I should clarify, this is the last of it, so I apologize in advance for being a poor host.”

“I do.” M replied

“About once a week, I’ll have a drink after work, a little way to relax.”

“Relax, how so?” M followed up, his tone now clearly smug and flirty.

Professor Carlton paused for a little moment looking out the window once again, before returning to the desk once more to set his drink down. He then took his brown tweed suit jacket off, draped it over his desk chair. He rolled his white shirt sleeves up and then proceeded to do a near perfect handstand, before returning upright.

“That’s one way.” He replied.

”I’m impressed.” M commented.

“I used to be a gymnast when i was younger.”

Returning to his desk chair, Professor Carlton took another sip. ”It’s not the only way though.” He added.

M looked on waiting for more context.

“Did you still want to know what happened after we crossed paths in the loo?”

”Do say.” M responded

Professor Carlton stood up and walked to the left across the room to approach a door.

“I headed over to one of the stalls.”

He then opened the door to reveal a small, but well appointed vintage washroom with a toilet right in front of the door. The toilet had to be from the 1920s or earlier, a white porcelain bowl that transitioned into a somewhat boxy base down to the floor. The seat and lid like many others at the school was wooden and the tank slightly elevated. White hexagonal tiles dotted with the occasional black tile covered the floor. Extending halfway up the wall was white subway tile. a small sink was just out of view.

“I stepped inside. and lifted the lid.” He narrated, as he reached and carefully placed it against the tank.

Professor Carlton turned around, now standing in front of the toilet to face out towards M and his office.

He began to unbuckle his belt “I loosened my belt and lowered my trousers.” He then unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them gently down to his ankles. Revealing argyle shin length socks and red y-front briefs trimed in white.

He lowered his legs and briefs in one movement to reveal his bush and cock as he sat down on the wooden seat. ”And I sat down on the loo.”

M’s heart quickened with arousal in view of the professor.

“I had been in a staff meeting that morning for an hour. You couldn’t tell, but I needed the loo terribly.” Professor Carlton added.

“M could you do me a favor and bring me that journal on the desk as well as that pack of cigarettes.” He motioned pointing towards his desk.

M picked the items up and walked over to the seated Professor. Trying to hide the excitement building in his cock.

Handing the journal and pack to the professor, M could see Professor Carlton’s hairy legs and thighs up close. The professor’s taut ass sat neatly on the walnut seat.

“Thank you. You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”

“Not at all.” M replied

“Lovely. I…” The professor replied before pausing himself. a deep fart echoed across the bowl.

“Oh how rude of me.” the professor added, flashing a slight grin.

“…I was hoping you would say that.” He continued placing the journal off to the side and took a cigarette out of the pack along with a lighter from his pocket.

“Can I do the honors?” M motioned towards the lighter

the professor handed M the lighter. As M leaned down towards the professor to light the end of the cigarette, M’s rock hard dick came closer and caught the professor’s eye.

The professor took a small hit and then exhaled.

”I can’t help but notice those trouser’s must be a bit tight and restrictive. If you’d feel more comfortable you can remove them.” The professor offered.

Both men smiled at one another and M proceeded to remove his pants, tossing them to the side to reveal his briefs. The outline of his dock in full view. M began to Slightly stroke it.

“You’re so turned on right now.” The professor added.

The professor moaned a slight bit and reached down to hold down his cock as piss began to trickle into the bowl turning to a steady stream. As it slowed, the professor sighed. He lifted his own stiff dick onto the seat.

Taking another drag, the professor continued “M, I’d suggest you take those off.” Pointing to M’s underwear. “Unless you want to make a mess all over them.”

M looked at the professor as if asking for more context.

“I bet you wanna know if I’ve been teasing you this whole time, huh?”

M nodded his head.

“I can assure, I haven’t been.” He added The professor looked down at M’s brief’s again, motioning for M to remove.

M proceeded to lower them to reveal his bare ass and cock.

The professor took another drag. “We’ll..” He then paused to sit up and left his mouth open slightly.

A wet crackle then sounded from the professor’s ass. A gassy plop followed by another hit the water as the professor moaned.

“I hope you can take the smell.” The professor finished.

M’s dick was practically leaking at this point.

He paused again to take another drag before setting the butt down on an ashtray located on a small shelf above the commode.

“Here let me help you out.” The professor motioned for M to come closer and began stroking M’s dick with his hand.

“Now I can’t let you ruin my good suit can I?” He smiled again. He took the tip of M’s dick into his mouth and began to lick it M moaned. The professor kissed M’s dick before pinching off a final plop. M came into the professor’s mouth.

M moaned and took a moment to catch his breath. The professor wiped his mouth. M looked down and noticed the professor’s erect dick standing straight up and smiled before kneeling down.

“Ah wait.” the professor stopped M quick. “A flush, my courtesy.” He stated reaching to pull down the handle and wash away his waste. After the bowl gurgled and the fresh water arose, the professor motioned to M “Go right ahead.”

M took the professor’s dick in his mouth. He moved up and down. “Ohh.” The professor uttered as one of his hands gripped the side the nearby sink.

Professor Carlton braced himself as he moaned. M pulled the professor’s dick out of his mouth and stroked it, now erect and wet.

“Cum on my face.” M said in a low, but commanding tone.

Only seconds later, the professor’s semen shot onto and across M’s face.

As the professor recovered, he offered M a handkerchief.

As M cleaned his face with the handkerchief and water from the sink the professor spoke up.

“You know if you’re still interested in being a TA or tutor, I can talk to one of the other department heads and recommend you.”

M and the professor burst into laughter.

“I’m serious.” The professor clarified

“Sure, I’m still interested. Keep me posted.” M stated as he zipped up his pants with a grin on his face.

“Don’t forget to wipe.” M added as he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

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M Chapter 2: Denis

M was walking on campus one early afternoon. As he passed by one of the academic buildings, he heard someone say his name.

M turned to see Preston chatting with a small group just feet away.

“Oh hey Preston. How’s it going?” M greeted with a bit of restraint. The two hadn’t seen or spoken to one another since Preston visited M’s room to use his bathroom.

“Good. good, and yourself .” Preston replied.

“Yeah good.” M shared.

“Oh guys this is M.” Preston announced. The group of three men standing in the circle said hello.

While two of the men returned to their own conversation, Preston turned to the man next to him. “I was actually just telling Denis over here about how you helped me with my psych homework the last week.”

M gave Preston a look trying to hide his nervousness before playing it off with a smile.

“Yeah I took psych last semester so I offered to tutor Preston.” M agreed knowing this was at the very least a lie.

The other man, Denis, nodded as he took a puff of his cigarette before speaking. “You know could use some tutoring in psych as well, do you think you could help me?” He asked, revealing a sensual French accent.

“Uh yeah.” M replied, with a sense of acceptance yet confusion in his tone.

“Can you do 4pm tomorrow?” Denis followed up

“Sure, I should be free then. Were you thinking the library?” M answered finishing with a question.

As Denis exhaled a puff “What about your room?” M could almost take the forwardness as flirting, but wasn’t sure.

“Yeah that works for me, after all it worked out for Preston here.” M commented giving Preston a tepid look.

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Denis confirmed as his put out his cigarette. “I have to get going, but I’ll talk to you later and see you tomorrow.” He stated looking to Preston and then M before walking away.

The following afternoon M returned to his dorm dorm and began unpacking his backpack when he heard a knock at the door. M answered the door to see Denis standing there. Denis was wearing a pair of acid wash high waisted jeans with a t-shirt and matching acid wash denim jacket.

M looked at his watch and asked “It’s 4 already” “It is” he stated answering his own question. “Come on in.”

Denis walked in and set his books on M’s bed while he appraised the space.

“So yeah which course are you taking?” M asked Denis. Denis kept looking around and didn’t respond at first. After a moment he picked up a book and showed it to M.

“Human Sexuality” Denis proclaimed now looking at M.

“I haven’t actually taken that course, I only took the first two general psych credits.” M admitted

“So you have the basics down.” Denis quipped with a smile. M smiled back.

Denis opened the book and handed it to M. “Go ahead ask me about something in this chapter.” Denis declared. M and Denis sat on the bed across from one another.

For about five minutes M quizzed Denis on key terms. Many Denis got correct others M shared the correct answer.

“Okay that should be enough for now.” Denis declared, let’s take a break.” M moved to close the text book.

Denis pulled out something from his jacket pocket. It was joint. “Do you?” Denis asked M.

M laughed a little “I mean I’m not gonna say no.”

”Good, because 1) I didn’t want to smoke this all alone and 2) I wanted to offer you at least something for helping me with the tutoring.”

“Tutoring?” M laughed “You knew more than I did about this.” Motioning to the book. “But I won’t say no to you smoking me out.” He laughed. Denis smiled as he placed the joint in his mouth and took the first hit before passing it to M.

“Americans are so uptight and closed off about this stuff. But for me, I’m not.” Denis started.

“How so?” M asked passing the joint back.

“I’m open to experiences you know. I’m not afraid to explore. Life is too short for us not to get to share in pleasure with those who are willing. You know?” Denis started.

“In this country, even on this campus there are men who can’t even admit to themselves that they’re attracted to other men. They’d sooner swear and demean men who choose to be open in public, then embrace themselves.” He continued.

Denis turned back to the book. “Do you know that this book says that there isn’t just one normal human sexuality?” He shared.

“That there are all sorts of pleasure we can experience. Whether it’s playing dominant or submissive roles, whether heterosexual, homosexual, or polysexual intercouse…and even things many consider taboo.” Denis continued passing the joint back to M.

“Taboo?” M asked curious to here more from Denis.

“You know things that might be out there, unconventional, some people may even find repulsive.” Denis added.

M sat there and smiled “I think I’m pretty high.”

“Yeah? It’s good stuff I’m feeling it too.” Denis smiles back.

“Is it taboo if I say I that when you speak everything sounds more interesting with that French accent.” M declared.

Denis shook his head and laughed a little “I think that might be called fetishizing.” Denis leaned in and the two of men kissed.

“You want to do something taboo with me?” M asked pausing from locking lips with Denis.

“What did you have in mind?” Denis smirked back in excitement.

“I want you press my face into the seat of your pants and fart.”

Denis leaned down and whispered “You’re lucky I’m a gassy boy.”

Standing on his knees on M’s bed, Denis turned around as M placed his face at the seat of Denis’ jeans. Denis moved one hand back to hold M’s head against it. Thirty seconds later, a deep fart rattled out of Denis’s ass as M inhaled. Denis moaned.

“You like that one?” Denis said. He could feel M nodding in affirmation. He continued “Here’s another one.” He ripped one a bit deeper, but a little quieter.

Denis turned around and kissed M again. “Oh I can taste the smell I left on your lips.” He declared.

Denis reached down towards his stomach as it made a noise. “Ooh and now I have to shit. You ever want to see a French boy shit?” He shared.

“You ever wanted someone to watch you take a shit?” M countered.

“There’s always a first time.” Denis stated with a flirty grin. He stood up and walked over to M’s bathroom. He looked around before taking a deep breath “Is that lavender?” Denis asked turning his head to M.

“You’re good with fragrances.” M replied with a sense of surprise.

“Would be a shame if someone were to ruin it.” Denis pondered facetiously. H looked down at the toilet to see the lid was upright and the seat was placed down. “But it looks like you may have been waiting for me.” He stated, once again flirting.

Denis positioned himself in front of the commode, undid his belt, and lowered them to reveal a pair of orange bikini briefs. He removed the briefs to reveal a massive cock and hairy bush before sitting down. The two men looked straight at one another.

“Oh” Denis groaned while biting his lip slightly “I really am so gassy today” As he farted loudly into the bowl. He paused before lifting his ass ever so slightly, another two more punctuated farts sounded.

Watching Denis seated there with his exposed hairy legs, M became more aroused.

“Why don’t you come over here. You’ll get the full experience.” Denis offered.

M got off the bed and headed over. As he arrived he leaned down and the two kissed again. Denis reached for M’s pants and lowered them a little revealing M’s gray briefs. M moved to remove the briefs. But Denis stopped him. “I want you to keep them on.” Denis requested. M smiled and the two continued making out as Denis let out a little fart.

Denis paused and whispered to M “I want you to kneel and watch me, keep these on.” Looking down at M’s briefs.

At this M got on his knees and looked on at Denis seated on the toilet.

M was shuddering with excitement. “I like that you like watching me.” Denis stated. M smiled.

Looking on, Denis pushed a slow and crackling soft log from his ass into the bowl. Then plop…plop. Wispy fart followed.

“Ooh.” Denis moaned in relief. The foul smell entered the air and M caught a whiff. It made M even more turned on. M had barely touched his dick, but it was stiff as a board.

Denis sighed and the sound of him pissing commenced. “Ah this all feels soo good. I’ve never taken a shit high before.” He shared with M.

“Oh.” Denis paused He lifted his ass slightly and he let out a wet fart. His stomach made a noise as Denis proceeded to push out what sounded like a large log.

“Phew” Denis exclaimed as he waved the air in response of the stench.

The sights, the sounds, and the smells had become all too much for M. Without even touching it, M’s dick pulsates and erupted with cum, filling his briefs. The wet spots where he pre-cum had leaked out was now a wet patch on the front. M moaned, but stayed kneeling as Denis watched.

“Oh wow,” Denis exclaimed now reaching for his stiff cock.

“You want these?” M whispered pointing to his creamed briefs.

Denis nodded. M stood up to remove his briefs. Denis reached to wipe the residue off of M’s cock and licked it. The lingering sensitivity caused M to moan slightly,

M handed over his underwear and Denis lifted it to his face, sniffing the seat for the smell of M’s ass and then licking the front of semen still inside.

At this M got on one knee and began to stroke Denis’ fully erect cock. Denis moaned some more. Denis’ cock erupted and his cum shot nearly everywhere. Some his M’s face, some the bathroom floor.

Denis stopped to catch his breath as M licked Denis’ semen that his face and body.

“Can I have that back?” M asked pointing to his briefs in Denis’ hands. Taking the pair he began to clean up the rest of the splattered cum on the bathroom tile.

Denis rolled off some toilet paper and stood up to wipe his ass. From the bathroom floor M was able to see Denis’ dump in the bowl for a brief moment.

Tossing a wad of toilet paper into the bowl, Denis moved to flush and then made his way towards the sink to wash up.

“You hungry?” M hollered as he changed into fresh clothes. “I’ve got the munchies.” He added.

Now drying his hands, Denis stepped out of the bathroom “Oui” He answered and the two laughed.

[t0dv0y]

Blaine & Dev: The Morning After

Dev woke up in Blaine’s empty bed. The sun shining through the window blinds was welcome, but a little too bright for him. He sat up and stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. He was groggy, but the smell of breakfast caught his attention. Dev began to step out of bed, unclothed except for his underwear and walked over to Blaine’s vanity. He looked himself in the mirror over as well as the items before him. Spotting a bottle of facial mist, Dev reached over to swoop it up. He spritzed his face and felt a freshness. He was now awake.

Exiting the bedroom, Dev made his way to the Kitchen. Blaine, pan in hand was dividing scrambled eggs across two plates. “Good Morning” Blaine uttered looking up.

“Aww you didn’t have to do all this, but I mean I not gonna say no.” Dev responded chuckling as he sat down at the kitchen table.

“Who said this was for you?” Blaine bantered, Dev shook his head. Blaine brought both plates over to the table.

“You have any coffee?” Dev inquired.

“Yeah, over on the counter, can you grab me a cup too?” Blaine replied.

Dev moved across the room using the two mugs set out and filled the two cups. He returned to the table and set a mug at Blaine’s place while and leaned down to kiss Blaine on the cheek.

As Dev sat down the two enjoyed their breakfast as the breeze from a nearby window wafted in. The sound of faint music added to the atmosphere.

It was a little while after the two had finished their plates that Blaine stood up to clear the table.

As Blaine placed the plates in the sink, Dev set down his mug and looked up at Blaine.

“Would you hate if I asked you to use your bathroom after our first date? I know some people are touchy about that stuff.”

At first Blaine was caught off guard, but could pick up what Dev was asking.

“Not as long as you keep the door open.” Blaine countered in an subtle flirty

“You’re kinky aren’t you?” Dev replied biting his lip while looking straight at his lover. Blaine stepped over and sat on Dev’s lap, the two kissed.

Dev stopped them “Let’s take this to your bathroom shall we.” He grinned. The two held hands as they walked out of the room.

Arriving at Blaine’s remodeled vintage bathroom, Dev opened the toilet cover. Before his hands could reach for his underwear’s waistband, Blaine pulled Dev in close to kiss him. The two began making out. Blaine moved his hand’s to Dev’s briefs and lifted them down and Dev sat back on the toilet seat. Blaine contained kissing him as he lowered his body a little. Blaine moved his mouth down kissing Dev’s body and making his way towards Dev’s now erect dick. Blaine covered Dev’s dick in his warm mouth and began sucking. Dev was seizing up in arousal which overtook him along with an audible moan. About a minute into the Bj, the other muscles in Dev’s body were beginning to relax. Blaine moved his hands ever so gently over Dev’s hairy legs and now seated thighs. Sitting back a little, Dev slowly released a couple of loud farts. He needed to go so badly and let his body go. A crackle cut the air as he began pooping followed by more gas.

Blaine looked up and Dev looked down. “Oh I’m sorry if it smells.” Dev spoke softly.

“I want you to fuck me again.” Blaine uttered. Taking Dev by surprise.

“You sure, here?” Dev exclaimed.

“Yes” Blaine confirmed.

Blaine reached for some lube from his vanity and applied it to his ass and Dev’s dick. He stood up and over Dev, then inserted Dev’s duck into his ass as Dev moaned. Blaine started to ride up and down as Dev sat there. Dev caressed Blaine’s body and kissed him.

“You like this, don’t know? You like that it smells in here.” Dev spoke dirty to Blaine. “I’m not quite done.” He added. With that Dev took Blaine’s had “You want to hold it there and feel my muscles tighten.” Dev asked.

“Yes.” Blaine said in pleasure.

“Feel that?” Dev winced as he evacuated one last bit of shit from his ass.

Blaine’s cock erupted with cum landing all over the both of them.

Finished with his bowel movement, Dev took to thrusting his pelvis and in less than a minute his own cock came inside Blaine.

“Let me clean you up and then we’ll trade places.” Dev proclaimed reaching for TP and referencing for Blaine to release Dev’s load. Blaine stood up first, then Dev. “Oh I’m sorry I should have flushed first.” Realizing his dump was now visible in the bowl.

“No keep it I’ll release your cum on it, it will save water.” Blaine reassured, but also a little happy to see the large mess that came from his lover.

After Blaine expelled the cum and flushed the bowl he stood up to head to the sink but stopped “Oh I should have let you wipe first.”

“No worries.” Dev stated sitting back down on the toilet. “I wanted to try your bidet anyway.” He smiled as he reached fro the commode’s bidet attachment and turned the knobs to set the water.

“Oh wow that feels good.” Dev commented.

The two men laughed.

[t0dv0y]

M Chapter 1: Preston

In the fall of 1985, M was a senior at a private liberal arts college. An all male college, the kind of legacy school in the Northeast.

M lived in a historic student housing for upperclassman. A six story stone building. Most rooms were shared between two students, but M was lucky enough to have one of a handful or so of the single rooms.

One evening, M was heading downstairs to the lobby to stop by the mailroom before it closed. On his way back he ran into an acquaintance Preston.

“Oh hey!” M greeted.

“Hey” replied Preston. His gaze quickly shifted, looking past M to the left. “Damn” he added while looking a bit uneasy and restless.

“Everything alright?” M asked.

M then turned around to see what Preston was looking at. He could see a member of the cleaning staff had their cart in the entrance of the nearby restroom. An out of order sign was placed nearby.

“Oh yeah I think this is around the time they start cleaning the lobby bathroom.”

“Do you know how long?” Preston asked with a sense of desperation.

“Probably half an hour I’d say.” M followed up.

“Shit it was was bad enough my roommate decided now was the time to put a sock on our door.” Preston retorted.

“If you need to, you can use my bathroom.” M shared.

Preston paused. “I don’t want to encroach on your space, but if it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.”

“No worries, at all.”

The two turned to head up stairs.

Not five minutes later, M and Preston arrived at M’s dorm room. M unlocked the door and the two entered. “Thank you again, I’ll try and be quick.” Preston exclaimed as M closed the door.

M paused as the realization came over his face as Preston now turned a corner to look for the bathroom.

“Ah Preston, I realize I forgot to mention…” M began, but before he could finish Preston interrupted.

“Hey where’s your door?” Preston asked

M walked over and the doorway to his bathroom came into view.

“Yeah about that, the school told me it got damaged last semester. They took it out over the summer, but forgot to add a new one. I’ve been meaning to…I can leave for a bit if you’d like, give you some privacy?” M explained.

“I really don’t want to put you out like this. You know I’ll just wait for my…” Preston countered expressing his guilt.

“No I offered, I’ll just grab my books and find…”

Preston stopped M. “It’s your room stay and study here. Now if you’re still okay with it can I use your bathroom at the same time? I won’t mind, but feel free to say no.” He asserted.

“It’s fine with me Preston, really.”

Preston sighed “Thank you.”

While Preston walked towards the bathroom, M sat down at his desk to begin some school work.

M’s bathroom was well appointed. On the toilet tank was an air freshener and tissue box. M bought higher quality toilet paper than the university provided. The other decor was tasteful and demonstrated an his eye for design, even if this was a dorm room.

Preston lifted the wooden lid up and M could hear the clank it made as it tapped the porcelain tank. As Preston moved to unbuckle and unbutton his slacks, M opened one of his textbooks. Sheepishly, Preston pulled his pants and underwear down a little and sat on the toilet. In a second motion, he lowered the two to the knee, now exposing the tops of his white briefs.

Both M and Preston sat there for a couple minutes quietly not bothering the other.

“False alarm?” M commented trying to break any potential tension in the air.

“Just a little shy I guess.” Preston responded then looked around the bathroom. “Do you realize you have such a nice bathroom? Certainly cleaner and more pleasant than mine.” He added,

“I try to keep it that way.” M shared before a brief pause. “What else is on your mind?” He followed up hoping the conversation could help open Preston up and make him feel more at ease.

“I guess that it’s strange I’m sitting here exposed in front of someone I’ve only just recently met. I guess I’m used to this moment being private, but you know its also not like you don’t…”

M chuckled a little “Preston, I sit on that toilet almost everyday.” He shared with a flair as if it were both common sense and a slight flex.

The look on Preston looked surprised by M interjection, but nodded “Right, right.” and looked around again.

Looking into the dorm room, Preston noticed a book on M’s bookshelf. “Hey are you also reading that book for psych too? He asked.

“Ah no I took that last year, but I just have the book still.” M responded.

“Do you mind if I read it while I…” Preston quipped.

“Oh no go for it.” M assured while getting up to grab the book and hand it over to the Preston.

Preston accepted the book and opened it as M returned to the desk.

The two settled in now that Preston had some reading material. As he focused on the contents of the book he became less overly aware of his vulnerability.

Two punctuated farts sound from Preston’s ass. He paused to put down his book on his lap. He raised his hand and held it to his side lifting his collegiate rugby-style shirt only slightly. Another fart came and as he pushed, a fast and audible thud of the first of his bowels dropping into the bowl.

He sighed in relief, but not too loudly and picked up his book again. As he read another plop, this time with less effort, followed by another.

By now M’s cock was fully erect, but hidden under his desk.

After a couple minutes Preston reached down towards his dick and a stream of piss could be heard. He shook it off and kept his hand there. He placed his book down and looked up.

Out of the corner of his eye M could see that Preston was trying to hide an erection. Preston looked away as if hoping it would fade.

“Some evening wood?” M commented hoping to make Preston feel less self conscious.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’m trying to wait it out.” Preston responded.

“Oh don’t apologize, it’s okay to be aroused.” M stated.

Preston scoffed nervously. “ I just don’t want you to think that…”

“Trust I’m not offended, if that’s what you’re worried.” M reassured.

Preston paused “I guess it’s been a few days. Having a roommate you don’t really have a lot of privacy, only when I’m…” He paused again.

“On the toilet.” M completed with a bit of smug.

Preston blushed in embarrassment. “It feels like I shouldn’t feel this way, do you know.”

“This is a vulnerable position to be in and you’ve made it safe space for yourself.” M commented.

Preston hesitated for a moment. “I thought being in this situation…you know all exposed, this wouldn’t happen, but…it’s like making it.”

“harder” M interrupted, now not even trying to hide the flirting. “We’ll it’s not just you.” M shared as he turned his lower torso from out under the desk revealing a very visible bulge.

Preston’s hand was now stroking his dick. M proceeded to touch his while the two made eye contact.

After a few seconds M removed his pants and shirt to reveal his naked body and cock to Preston and sat back in the desk chair running his hand up and down his shaft.

Preston beat harder and harder panting, before pausing. With his mouth dropping, he leaned forward. A shot of cum hit the tile floor in front of him. A few seconds later M’s cock burst like a a fountain as he came into the air, his semen landing on his chest.

After a moment Preston ripped off some toilet paper to clean off his dick. M stood up and grabbed and old shirt to clean up his own mess and put his underwear and clothes on.

Preston rolled out some more and aimed to clean the mess on the floor, but M stopped him. “I’ll get it.” M interjected holding the shirt that was now a cum rag. “Go ahead worry about wiping your ass.” He added flashing the sublets of grins.

As M knelt down he could to clean up Preston’s load he glanced a new view of acquaintance seated there reaching back to clean his backside.

“Man, I got to say this toilet paper is way better than the stuff every where else on campus.”

“Oh yeah I wasn’t gonna let myself suffer.” M joked as he stepped away to put the soiled garment back in his hamper.

Preston lifted his pants and stood up before flushing the bowl. He moved to wash his hands next. M returned to the desk.

As Preston exited the bathroom he stopped and turned to M “I know I said it, but thank you again.” Before pausing.

M waited for Preston to continue speaking.

“In case I need to…you know.”

“You can use my bathroom again if that’s what you’re asking.” M stated with a wink.

Preston smiled back.

[t0dv0y]

A & G: First Date

A heard the notification. it was an email from the K+F agency. This was a matchmaker, with an office in his city. In person or online, you’d share a quite a lot of info. It allowed clients to highlight what their looking for, from personal and sexual interests and then match you with someone else with a compatible profile. It was vintage yet contemporary, something that offered both discretion and security.

A had been matched with G. Both parties socials and contact info was shared. A quick overview highlighted their shared interests, including working out at the gym and “an interest in sharing the intimacy of a bathroom visit with someone” as one had written.

A reached out to G and they decided to make plans to meet up. G offered A to join him for a work out at the gym in an office building downtown. “The weekday evenings are always best times to go.” G added.

Around 7pm, A arrived to meet G outside the building. Both were fit, and wearing tight athletic wear.

“I’m a bit famished, do you mind if we stop in the ice cream parlor next door, maybe chat for a little?” G asked.

“Sure!” A responded.

They walked up to the counter. G ordered a sundae and A just a simple Italian soda. ”You sure nothing else?” G implored. ”Yeah, I’m good with is.” He reassured.

They sat down to chat and enjoy their treats. “How is it?” A curiously asked.

“It’s really good, but, I have to be careful.” G replied

“Oh why?” A followed up.

”Lactose intolerant.” G added

both of them laughed a little as if G had told a joke.

Soon they finished their small chat and their treats and decided to head to the gym.

The gym was virtually empty, aside from a the reception and an attendant. A and G made their way through a winding corridor to drop their stuff off at the locker room.

After, they exited the locker room, G helped lead A towards the weight lifting equipment, they’d discussed working here during their small chat at the ice cream parlor.

Both men took a big sip of the water bottles they carried with them and then started their stretches.

After five minutes they transitioned to push ups and sit ups for several sets, before switching to weights.

The two decided to take a quick break to hydrate. Both were sweaty and couldn’t help but exchange a quick glance at one another’s skin tight shirt and shorts.

A couple minutes later, A and G moved to the bench press. The sweat dripped from A’s forehead as he admired G’s taut arms as they swung in then out, his nipple imprinted on his navy blue tank top.

A refocused, but this time G shifted his gaze over, from A’s arched brows down to his thighs swinging and bulging out of his shorts.

G stopped to catch his breath and take swig of his water. He sat back for a moment before lifting his arm to his stomach.

G turned towards A “I’m thinking of stopping a little early.” he said still holding his stomach.

“Everything alright?” A added

“I think I may overestimated the sundae. Did you need to go too?” G asked

”Oh no I don’t need to, you sure you are okay?” A followed.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” G paused ”You’re welcome to join me if…” G looked around

A’s heart began racing as he picked up on what G was offering.

“Ah…yyeah.” A responded now flashing a slight grin that G reciprocated. The two of them got up and headed to through the mazy halls towards the locker rooms.

Entering the locker room, the two walked by the empty chic wooden lockers towards the far end the split into two. To the left was the showers, to the right the toilets. The two turned right.

the toilets were similarly appointed to match the lockers in a clean contemporary wood and metal and appeared empty.

G walked to the middle toilet and held the door open for A. It was roomier than most toilets. A hybrid of a stall and room of sort.

G began to remove his shorts revealing a thong underneath. G leaned in towards A, “i hope you like my underwear. Do you want to take it off?” G offered.

“Only if you take my shorts off.” A countered

G removed A shirts to reveal A’s tight boxer briefs. A then proceeded to take G’s thong off revealing his large cock and trimmed bush. G Immediately sat down on the sleek toilet seat.

A got on his knees and began to caress and kiss G’s swol and hairy thighs. G moaned a little in response to the touch.

A deep hissing fart reverberated across the porcelain followed by another.

“I have to pee so bad, do you want a taste?” G offered to A. A nodded and took G’s dick in his mouth. G moaned and began to pissing. To A it tasted so good.

As the stream slowed, A began to suck and throat G’s rock hard dick now in his mouth.

As G moaned with pleasure, his bowels shifted, his ass opened and blasted a load into the bowl.

A paused to look up at G and smile. A then stood up quickly as G removed his boxer briefs for him and began to suck A’s dick. A moaned in pleasure as he admired G’s body as he sat there.

G paused and looked up at A, his hand reached towards his stomach. Another blast of shit sounded. “You like seeing me here don’t you?” G said with a slight smirk.

A reciprocated before leaning back down to resume blowing G.

“Ohhh…Ohh” G began to moan again. His hands reached up to hold onto A’s head while he pushed out more.

A went deeper with his throat and tongue. G moaned some more.

“Ohhh…Ohhh…A…I’m going you.”

the warm rush of semen flooded A’s mouth instantly. G sighed and tried to catch his breath.

A looked up at G. “Looks like I’m not the only one who like it.” He remarked. He then motioned towards the toilet paper roll. “Can I get some of that?” He asked G.

G rolled some off and handed it to A while leaning forward. G could see A’s wet messy cock and the accompanying puddle of A’s cum on the tile floor. A proceed to begin cleaning it up.

“Hot.” G remarked

“I’m gonna clean up here myself in a bit.” G began “Did you wanna hit the showers afterward?” He finished asking A.

A with a smile on his face replied “Yeah.”