Everyone is over the age of 18
You know those boys that you’re not totally sure if they are cute cute or just … cute in the context of everyone around them? That’s how I felt about Wyatt. We’ve been friends since the first year of University. Maybe it’s the fact that we were in a computer science program? Which was naturally filled with nerds of course, so the fact that Wyatt is so tall and smiley makes him stand out. When I say tall, I mean really tall. It’s almost like whoever made him pulled him by the head and feet to stretch him, because he’s pretty lanky and he moves like his limbs are too long for him to even coordinate them properly. Anyways, he’s a good friend and we often study or just hang out together.
Wyatt always carried this huge water bottle with him wherever he went, and he always talked about the importance of being hydrated. Of course, consequently, he also has a habit of disappearing to the bathroom all the time, which always interrupts the games we were playing or the conversations we were having. We’re talking about at least 3-4 times every time we hang out. It’s actually so frequent that it's become an inside joke in our friend group and we're all accustomed to it happening.
When it happened for the third time in the middle of a card game, our other friends decided to take the chance to leave and get to their next classes. I didn’t have a class afterward, so I just packed up the cards and waited for Wyatt to come back.
Waiting alone definitely makes the time seem a lot longer. After twiddling my thumbs in boredom, I decided to use the washroom too since we are probably going to leave the cafe soon after. Pushing open the public washroom’s door with a creak, I enter the small space that has only one urinal and one stall. He’s not at the urinal, so I go to it.
While staring at the wall in front of me, I said to myself no wonder he's taking so long. After I finish, I zip up my pants and head to the sink.
You know how some public washrooms have that crack between the door and the frame where you can make awkward eye contact with the person inside? Well, this one is like that.
While I was walking by, my eyes glimpsed through the crack, and I kick myself knowing that this could make for an incredibly embarrassing moment.
Except it wasn’t his eyes that I made eye contact with…it was his bare ass.
Between his black hoodie and blue jeans, his smooth butt was framed nicely in my view through the crack. And despite his pale white cheeks staring at me in the face, it’s his left arm moving that catches my attention.
I should look away….I should look away…just wash my hands and mind my own business
But I can’t look away. I can’t see his dick from this angle, but the motion that his arm is making is too obvious to mistake what’s happening. Every man in the world knows what this is. My ears hyperfocus on the situation in front of me, and I can even hear the sound of his long hoodie sleeve shuffling against his body as he whacks off rapidly.
His head is tilted downwards and I can see from this angle he has his earbuds in from the small speck of white. When his right-hand shoves something in his hoodie's front pocket, I realize he must have been watching porn on his phone.
He bends his knees and leans forward to place his free hand on the wall behind the toilet. My dick springs to life as I realize he’s about to cum. His head lowers down again and I hear a quiet spitting sound. The shuffling of his sleeve becomes louder and more frantic.
My heart is racing at this point. I love cumshots, like every other man out there, and I love that he’s doing it in public, though I’ve never had the courage to do it myself.
“Mmm,” the smallest moan floats out of his stall and the sounds of thick liquid hitting the water echo slightly in the small washroom.
Fuck yeah…
After the third splatter in the water, I am rock hard as I watch some liquid land on the only part of the toilet seat I can see from the crack.
I had no idea that it was just starting. Suddenly, the splashing sounds speed up with liquid hitting the water with insane momentum.
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
His strokes slow down, and the shuffling noise reduces to almost nothing. But the splashing doesn't stop
Splat!
Splat!
Oh my god… how many strings of cum is he going to shoot?
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
Is he really still going?
Splat!
The last one hit the water at evidently slower speed. The splattering noise stops and Wyatt lets out a deep breath with his head still down.
Then he’s still, and there's no sound at all. I stay in a trance spying on him through the crack with my hard cock pulsing in my briefs. Wyatt lifts his left hand up to his face, and it's when he turns slightly to get some toilet paper from the dispenser that I see him sucking his cum remnants from the side of his index finger.
I instinctively move out of the crack’s line of sight and rush to activate the sink. The sound of water rushing in the sink fills the washroom, although I can still hear him pulling at the noisy toilet paper dispenser. As I contemplate what to do next, I hear the toilet flush loudly in the stall. Panicking, I run out of the washroom and back to our table.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Okay, he didn't see me, so I'm obviously not going to tell him I was fucking spying on him.
How much cum does that skinny boy have inside him?
Wyatt comes out a minute later wiping his hands with a brown paper towel. Sitting down and shoving the used paper towel into an empty paper coffee cup, he looks around at the empty chairs surrounding the table
“What, everyone left? I wasn't in there for so long, right?”
How many times have you said you needed to go to the bathroom when you've really just been spraying cum everywhere? I ask him in my head
“They had class,” I say instead and he nods.
“Should we go or do you wanna play a game for two?” He asks before taking a big chug from his water bottle.
You know that stereotype about skinny guys having the largest horse cock?
Now I want to know if it's true.