😲 - to loic from whoever he prefers.
「 Send 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating! × accepting! 」
Due to his past as a performative artist, Loïc had no problems with public nudity. However, there was a big difference between being naked in front of a crowd and jacking off in public. And yet there he was, trousers down on his ankles, legs spread as he was sitting on the toilet cover with his shirt also partially lifted for when he came. Loïc was on the bathroom of the cultural centre where he sometmies teached painting — after the classes were over and everyone left, he couldn’t help doing it. His hand moved faster and faster every time, up and down his saft, with his glans already gleaming with precum he had spread with his thumb. His soft moans echoed through the bathroom of the second floor.
He suddenly noticed the door of the stall half open and he was about to close it again with one foot when he realised there was someone outside looking right at him. Loïc was so lost in pleasure that it took him several seconds to react. “Fuck! Andrew?” He yelled, sitting straight. Andrew was one of the boys in his class, which made his cheeks blush in a second. He pressed his dick against one of his thighs, trying to hide it. “Fuck, what are you doing!? I thought you all left already!” And he slammed the door with his left foot. The impact just made it open again. His heart was pounding and his stomach twisted with a mix of feelings. More precum stained his thigh, a sign that he was actually enjoying being watched. But he was also scared, in a way. It could cost him his job.
