Ride
One night I checked out the apps as I was leaving the office, late. Nothing near work, but when I got off the train, I got hit on by a young guy, said he was 27 (but looked younger) who was after a quick ride. He wasn’t my usual type, but he sent me a dick pic, and I liked the look of it. He couldn’t host, but offered a quick toilet fuck.
I was in the mood for something different, so I checked to see if I had my supplies with me. I usually have a tube of lube and some condoms in my gym bag, but sometimes I run out and forget to replenish.
I was equipped, as it turned out, and he was fairly nearby. We exchanged photos and arranged to meet at a building close to the MRT station. Even though it has retail and dining, the toilets on the upper floor of that part of the building are fairly isolated and quiet after dark. (The floors above that are offices, and aren’t accessible.)
He didn’t take long to get there, and looked exactly like his photos. He seemed to like the way I looked too, and we made our way to one of the quiet toilets, which was clean and brightly lit, and completely empty. It had a larger cubicle at one end, maybe intended as a disabled toilet or a shower, and we went in and locked the door behind us.
The guy, let’s call him Shah (not his real name) was a lean, twinky Malay guy, had on a soccer jersey, skinny jeans and slippers. He stripped off his clothes quickly. Under them, he was lightly tan, slender enough to have visible abs, with small nipples high on his flat chest. He didn’t even have a bubble butt, and instead had a small flat bottom. The real star of the show was his dick, which, even half-hard, was a good size: cut, a not thick but long, with a rounded head that mushroomed out a little above the shaft. It protruded in front of him, sticking up but curving down. It was nice and heavy in my hand when I grabbed it.
I knelt down to have a taste, playing with his comparatively small balls, and holding them while I put his dickhead in my mouth. I could smell that he was clean and freshly bathed - he did say he was coming from home.
I enjoyed my treat, doing my best to take him all the way into my mouth, deep-throating him in order to get it in. I managed not to gag, but Shah got a good slobbery blowjob after that, with me moving my head back and forth, my tongue applying some pressure under his dick (which was good and hard) my lips tight around his shaft. I could hear Shah breathing heavily, and after a while he sighed softly, and then tapped me on the shoulder and I took that as my signal to let him go.
“My turn,” he whispered, and I stood up.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled down the front of my boxer briefs. Even after sucking on him I wasn’t hard yet, and Shah squatted down to remedy the situation. He did a good job getting me ready, licking up and down my shaft, jerking my dick, and finally sucking on my cock.
I stopped him after a while, and got my supplies from my bag. I gloved up and lubed my cock, and passed Shah the lube so he could slick up his butt. It’s weird, but we did everything silently, mindful that we were in public.
I unbuttoned my shirt, and spread it open, then pulled my pants and underwear down a little further. Shah turned his back to me and braced against the toilet wall. I went in easily, and after a few long strokes, I slowly built up to a steady rhythm, and then bent over and reached around. I could feel Shah’s dick bouncing up and down as I fucked him, and I put my hand around it. Found that he had thoughtfully lubed it up. Took a bit of coordination, but I managed to stroke his cock while I pumped his ass.
I do like fucking a big-cocked bottom, and this was turning me on big time. Shah was grunting softly as I speared him, and I think my hand on his cock was helping, too. Frankly, it was a quick fuck, because I felt my tide rising, and I sped up, bending my knees a bit and thrusting from the hips, faster and faster.
Didn’t take long before Shah whispered “I’m gonna cum” as I felt his dick throbbing in my hand. I kept jerking him and heard one soft splat as he spurted out a load, and then felt his cum dribble down my hand. I came, too, grunting myself (a little loudly, I could hear it echo in the cubicle) pumping into Shah’s skinny ass until I felt like I was done.
I barely had time to pull out before Shah was getting dressed, and he thanked me quietly and let himself out of the cubicle. I locked the door behind him, took the opportunity to pee, and composed myself, rebuttoning my shirt and tucking it in as I pulled up my pants and underwear. I got my bag from where I left it on the floor, and left to make my way home.
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Damn, I need to find this Malay guy…
