“Oh, my fucking god!” I nearly yelled.
“Mmmf!” He mumbled through his mouthful of cock, trying to tell me to keep quiet. He held me there for a moment, breathing hard through his nose, then he slowly withdrew my cock from his mouth, leaving a trail of his spit as he went. Letting me fall from his mouth, he took a gasp of air and looked up at my awestruck face.
“Ready?” He said. Before I could ask, “for what,” he plunged my wang into his mouth again, pulling my waist forward as he did. With a swiftly quickening rhythm, he face-fucked me; he reached out and tugged at my arms, motioning for me to push his head onto my love truncheon with each in-stroke, then grabbed my arse again.
Not surprisingly, I didn’t last long. After another minute or so of the best blow-job of my life, I barely had time to gasp a warning when my spunk boiled up out of my yoghurt hose, spurt after spurt of it, into his mouth. It felt like I was shooting litres of white, sticky, and hot baby batter, and it all went into his wide-open mouth as he milked my shaft, the tip of my dick resting on the tip of his tongue – well, most of it, a little dribbled off the sides of his tongue, in oozy streams.
My orgasm subsided in what seemed like an eternity later; as my breathing slowed, he squeezed the last drops of cum from my cock. With a final suck, he cleaned the jizzy residue from the tip, and wiped his mouth with his hand.
“There we go,” he said, “guys suck cock so much better than girls, don’t they?”
“Fuckin’ A, you do!” I replied enthusiastically. He chuckled, then stood up and gave my slowly softening cock a little squeeze.
“So, my turn?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. I looked down at his rock hard cock.
“I’d say you were ready.” I told him. I squatted down in front of him, and took his fleshy prong in my hand…
Just then, the change room door banged open, as the after school crowd of teenagers bustled in.
“Shit!” We both said, and I sprang up. He moved to the next shower head, turning to the wall to conceal his boner, and swiftly turned his shower on. Silently and furiously we washed ourselves, casting backwards glances to see if we’d been busted. I thought of asking him if he wanted me to continue, but the teenagers were screwing around, and it’d be ages before the change room was empty again.
My new-found fuck buddy finished his shower. I turned mine off, too, and followed him into the change room itself. As we both dressed, we kept casting rueful glances at each other.
He finished dressing first, and was out the door immediately. When I followed suit, minutes later, he was waiting for me near the front door, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Bugger!” I said in a low voice, “I really was gonna return the favour!”
“Ah well,” he wryly replied, “it happens. What’s your name, anyway?”
“Steve,” I told him, holding my hand out for a shake. He looked down at my outstretched hand.
“Seems kinda tame, after what we just did,” he said, then took my hand, “mine’s Grant.”
“So, I’ll see you around?” I asked him. “After all, I owe you one.” He let go of my hand.
“Oh, I’m in no doubt we will. Well, see ya.” He turned, and headed to his car. I thought: “OK, what was that about?” I said nothing though, and turned to go to my car. Well, I’d gotten off – and how – but I was still going to have a hard time concentrating at work…