I spot my target from across the room. I hadn't seen him around before, he looked fresh. I switch into auto pilot, shaking a Martini as I stared over at him. He looked over at me, I smiled and looked away. He'd be over here soon enough, I thought to myself as I winked and accepted the number of a half decent bear. The night had been picking up, the bar itself was almost at capcity. I looked back up to find my twink, but he was nowhere to be found, maybe out for a smoke. I decided to go for a pee quick before the night rush.
You're body against mine, that's what my mind often wandered to. In between blinks, I picture us under the sheets. The stillness in the air, the comfort of Sundays spent with you. Warm cozy under the soft duvet, your softer skin sliding against mine. We fit togetherblike puzzle pieces, except we had lost many pieces over the years. Important pieces too, like your head, and my heart. Pieces that kept the cold out of us, kept the jealousy, the rage away.
The loud smack of a plastic toliet seat hitting the hard porcelain woke me up from my daydreams. I stupidly looked down at my steady line of urine. The bathroom was usually busier at this time, crammed full of horny men and the overflow of drag queens looking for a mirror. I closed my eyes, rolled my shoulders back, relaxed, as I shook the last drops of pee from my penis. I had always thought I had a nice cock. I kept my pubes quite short, the same as my facial hair. When I was flacid, my dick still looked hot as fuck. Hard it was a beautiful 9 inches, uncut of course. My balls, dangling and full of sperm, just screamed for someone to suck on them. I loved when boys did that, put one in their mouth and just suck. I started to get hard when I realized what I was doing. I zipped up and went to open the door, struggling with the lock since all the blood in my body was rushing to my groin. As I pulled on the door, it felt like someone was pushing it. Confused, I stepped back, then saw my targets head pop around the door.
Before I knew it, my zipper was back down. My dick in his hand, he smiled up at me, now on his knees. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch the tip of my member, gently trusting my hips towards him. He pulled down my pants and boxers while slowly stroking my cock. I could feel his hot breath teasing me, I couldn't handle it. I opened my eyes and grabbed his head, shoving my head then shaft deep into his eager mouth. I gasped then moaned as he reached for my balls, pulling them so nicely as he swallowed me. He gagged as he begged for air, only stopping for a second as he moved to my nuts. I grinned like a fool, excited for the pleasure I was about to experience. He tongued them at first, licking them like a hungry dog. He moved to the back of them, balancing them on his face. A couple licks towards my ass tickled me, much to the twink delight. I held onto the stall walls for support as he chomped my balls between his lips, while he tugged on my throbbing member. Somehow, I had picked a 9 tonight. He opened his mouth even wider, making room for both of my babymakers. I couldn't handle it. I felt myself cumming already. My legs started to shake, my hips thrusted back and forth. My head fell completely back as I shot thick white all over the stall door. I was floating, in heaven. The twink jerked me faster, I moaned so loud everyone in that bathroom must have known what was happening. Fuck, China probably heard me, that loud. I felt myself coming back, crashing from my natural high. My breathing slowed, deep breaths into my chest. I looked down at my target.
"Good job," I said with a smile as I played with his hair. He stood up, only a few inches shorter than me. He looked up at me, moved in for the kiss. I turned my face, I never kissed my hook ups. They were nothing to me, just a release. I could feel his disappointment, his body so close to mine. Without a word, he turned around and exited the stall. I grabbed some toliet paper, wiping off the cum on the tip of my cock. Pulling up my pants and zipping up for the second time this bathroom trip, I started to wash my hands. I stared at myself in the mirror, smiling ear to ear. God, I loved my job and I think twinks even more
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