Work incident...

Ok, had an incident at work yesterday. Well, there is this guy at work youngish, maybe 20. He’s not bad to look at; he has sort of a skater dude thing going on. Thing is what makes him interesting is he is always wearing those weird contacts. Sort of like his eyes are white out. It’s kind of freaky to see him walk around.

So anyway, I was in the bathroom getting some paper towel, I'm a klutz, what can I say? So I hear this sort of soft grunting and a very familiar slap slap sound. So, I creep into the stall next to the occupied one. It was late so I'm guessing they were expecting some extreme privacy. It was almost midnight and no one was ever down here at that time. So I go and sit down and have a peek. The way the toilet paper is screwed to the wall there is sort of a bit of a gap, nothing noticeable, but if you know where to look you can see everything...

There the kid is, sitting on the toilet, pants down around his ankles, shirt pulled up a bit. He’s leaning back and going to town on his cock. His cock was like about 7 inches and nice and thick. He was cut, and had nice size balls. He had a technique; he was doing a bunch of really quick strokes, followed by some nice long teasing. He was really enjoying himself. His left hand was up under his shirt playing with his chest. I could see through the black fabric that he had a nice chest. Two good mounds that his hand was alternating between, it sort of looked like he was rubbing them and giving them a little pinch. I think he had a nipple ring, so he might have been playing with that. He had a nice little set of abs. No hair on his chest, but a little treasure trail that started just around his belly button. The trail led down to a nice respectable bush that looked like it had never seen a trimmer. Nice and wild.

So, here he is jacking that hot cock, playing with that hot chest of his. He wasn't noticing me, so I was enjoying the view.

He started to let these little whimpers out, and then he started to go faster and faster. His hand was under the shirt and he was definitely pinching his nipple, he stopped alternating. Those white eyes were staring into the distance imagining whatever it is that skater dudes imagine when they want to cum. When he started to beat that cock like it was a bad thing and started grunting, that’s when I knew he was going over the edge. He shot one big load, it went all over his shirt up to his collar, then another that got on the wall, then a third that went straight up in the air landing god knows where. From that point he slowly stopped jacking it, it still bubbled cum, little drips and drabs coming out, the poor abused cock was twitching. It was one hell of a nut to bust.

I waited for him to get up, which took a few minutes. We have those all the way to the floor stalls, so he definitely couldn't see my feet. I just watched him sitting there covered in his won cum, breathing deeply almost looking like he was asleep. Finally when he did get up he started wiping his hot sticky cum up with some toilet paper. It took a bit of work to get it off of his shirt, at the end he just flipped it around backwards and put his jacket on over it. He pulled his red plaid boxers up first his cock flopping out the loose hole. Then he put his cock away and pulled up his jeans. I waited for him to wash his hands and heard the door slam before I did a repeat of what he did. I didn't cum as far as he did, but I bet I came twice as much.