Wild Detour

I just wanted to see where the dark magic happens, so I walked over there slowly, looking at the stalls. Some were open. Some were closed. Some were halfways. But they all held the same potential inside.

I heard someone coming, and I panicked, so I quietly ran into one of the last stalls and I quietly closed the door behind me.

I listened.

They were walking, and the footsteps were growing louder, and they were getting closer, and then they stopped very close by, and I stopped breathing because I thought they were going to go into the stall next to mine, and then they walked back, the footsteps grew smaller, and then I heard a stream of piss over by the urinals.

I waited.

He finished, washed his hands and left.

I was alone again, and I began to breathe easily, but then, once again, I heard movement. They weren't footsteps per se, but I couldn't tell what.

Then I heard the voices.

There were two, and those voices seemed to be coming from the stall across from mine, straight ahead.

I froze and I tried to make out what they were saying.

They were less than whispers, something barely audible.

"Get down."

I heard some shuffling.

"Spit on it."

A mix of moans.

"Mmm, fuck me harder."

I heard the distinctive sound of flesh slapping against flesh, harder and faster with each passing second.

Not a minute had passed, and I was rock hard, uncomfortably so, so I unzipped my pants and whipped out my cock and started to stroke to the sounds and to the knowledge that there were two guys fucking right across from me, even though I couldn't see them, but I could picture it because they sounded like wild animals in heat.

They were getting louder, and one was fucking the other increasingly faster and harder so I followed his rhythm as I played with myself and I imagined myself as the one delivering my cock deep into this random guy's ass, and I think he was about to cum because I was about to cum, but then footsteps filled the restroom and suddenly everything stopped.

The footsteps grew slower, but they continued walking down towards the stalls, closer and closer to us, until they stopped.

I peeked through the gap on the door and I saw a man standing in front of my stall, but he wasn't looking at mine, but at the one across, at the one where the two guys were.

He just stood there until he finally whispered to the guys in the stall.

"I just want to see," he told them.

I heard a few whispers but they were indistinct, and then I heard the lock slide open, and through the gap in my stall, I saw their stall door open.

There were the two guys, naked in all their glory, one inside the other, and this man in front of my stall moaned and began to masturbate and the two guys inside the stall started fucking again, and this time, I could see it all.

My cock was hard as fuck seeing Red Shorts get railed by the other guy's long, fat cock that got thicker in the middle, and the way Red Shorts had his face hard-pressed against the stall wall and how the other guy's face was quietly screaming of pure primal desire as he used his thick, strong legs to thrust deeply into the ass of the other.

The man that watched them was furiously beating his cock and spitting on it and moaning things like, "that's so hot," and "yes, fuck him harder," and "I'm gonna cum," and he did, he was cumming hard, and Red Shorts, who was still bent over getting fucked, called him over and quickly took the voyeur into his mouth, and the man pumped load after load deep into his throat and didn't stop even after Red Shorts began to gag, not until he had given all he had to give.

The third man, now relieved, took a step back, zipped up, and left Red Shorts and his fucker to continue their business.

Their door was still open and I was still watching and quietly touching myself trying not to make myself heard.

Red Shorts was dripping cum from his mouth, and his ass bounced in the air, and the other guy relentlessly fucked him, grabbing him from the hips and guiding Red Shorts' descent into his fat, wet cock.

"You just had to eat that guy's cum, huh, you little cumslut?"

Red Shorts moaned, "uh-huh."

"You want my cum, you cumslut?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he moaned, and those moans got me to the edge, and it got them to the edge, too, and at this point I didn't care if I was heard, I just spat on my cock, and I was stroking hard from base to head, and I considered getting out and have Red Shorts eat my cum like the good little cumslut he was, but I was too afraid, but it didn't matter because soon enough, we all came.

Red Shorts was tugging at his dick and I saw the spurts, rope after rope, he was spilling on the tile floor, white against gray, as the other man emptied himself inside of him.

When I came, I came hard because I had been holding back my moans and the waves of pleasure that were trying to tremble out of me, and out of pure courtesy, I turned around to cum in the toilet.

They were fast. I was still spilling my last few drops of cum when I heard them shuffling out of the restroom, and I felt better because now I could relish, quiet and alone, in the forbidden euphoria of what I had just done.

I was about to leave the stall when someone coming in stopped me in my tracks.

It's not that I wanted to stay, but that I didn't want to risk any other encounters.

The footsteps were slow, deliberate, cautious, and they slowly grew closer, and closer, until they stopped in front of my stall, and through the gap I saw the uniformed worker from the hotel.

"I know you're in there," he started. "You might want to come back later. Security is about to make their rounds."

And then he walked away.

I left the stall, I washed my hands, and I walked out of that restroom ready to leave this crazy night behind me, but entirely grateful for what it had taught me.

I was on my way to my room, on another floor now, when I happened to pass by another restroom.

There was a guy, a bit older than me, sitting by the restrooms, and we made eye contact, and then he walked in.

I was stunned, and I stopped because I knew, almost for certain, that he was interested, and he looked like a top, like one of those guys that just wants to bust a nut and call it quits but not before making a complete mess of your ass, and, yes, I had already cum, you would think there was no need, but the needs of the ass are different than the needs of the cock, and while the cock had been satiated, the ass had yet not, so I followed the man into the restroom.

I went towards the urinals because I thought that would be best, and I took out my cock and I began to piss, and I thought he would stand next to me, but he went towards the stalls at the other end instead.

I waited for a bit, maybe he would come, and he waited too, and he coughed and he tapped his foot and I realized I should have followed him to the stalls and not waited at the urinals because by the time I turned around to head over, he was walking out in a hurry without making eye contact, most likely thinking I was not interested. In a second, he was gone.

I was alone again, so I walked out of that restroom and back to my room where I had to use my fingers to finish my night off, my face pressed hard against my pillow as I pretended it was a restroom wall.