Nightclub Toilet (Short Story)
This story happened three years ago in Madrid, I was 23 at the time. Everyone in the story is 18+.
Waking up in the hostel room hot, sweaty and hungover, I reflected on the night I just had. It was patchy, most of the night I don’t remember, however one thing definitely stuck in my mind. I’d gone out with some friends I’d met in the hostel, playing drinking games in bars before heading to the club. Everyone was drunk, including myself. I walked with a girl named Carly, she was from near where I was, and we were both hitting it off.
Arriving at the club, we paid an extortionate fee for entrance, however we all agreed to do so. We got to the bar, trying to barge through to order a drink. I bought me and Carly a drink and we both headed for the dance floor. The next few hours were a blur, me and Carly had lost the others, and proceeded to do shots and double vodkas whilst the nightclub got busier and busier. Back on the dance floor, we danced like there was nobody around, she led my hand up her leg and over her panties. We kissed wildly until I said I had to go the toilet. This is where it gets interesting.
Entering the males toilet, it was much quieter than expected, the urinal was empty and only two guys stood by the sink. Unzipping my jeans, I let out my half erect dick. As I was about to start, a guy came and stood right by me, unbuckling his belt. The urinal was long, long enough to not have to stand shoulder to shoulder. Turning my head, I was met with the eyes of the other guy. He was feminine looking, if you had to describe a generic twink from a porno, it would be him. He had a brown curly hair, short on the sides, brown eyes, big lips and skinny.
‘Hey’ he whispered to me.
I nodded back to him, unsure where he was actually from. He pulled out his dick right next to mine, I couldn’t help but look at it as he looked at me. He moved closer, our hips now touching. He brought his lips towards my ear, softly biting the lobe, instantly making me softly moan. As soon as I moaned, he knew I wanted what he was going to give me. With nobody in the bathroom, he nodded his head over to one of the cubicles. Hesitantly, I made my way to it, and as soon as we locked the door behind us, a few guys entered, loud and drunk. There was the slightest of gaps under the door, I hoped it was small enough that nobody could see two sets of feet under them. With both of our cocks out touching each others, we waited for the guys to leave.
After a few minutes, they did, and we began to kiss immediately. We jerked each other’s dicks, mine was already wet with pre cum from dancing with Carly. We moaned in each other’s mouths, desperately trying to stay quiet just in case somebody was in the bathroom. Grabbing his curly hair, I pushed his down, his mouth taking to my tip immediately. The more he sucked, the harder it became to stay quiet, my hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. My grip on his hair became tighter and tighter until I was ready to blow. I tapped on his head, giving him the signal I was ready. As I exploded down his throat, he sucked even harder, trying to get every last drop from me. He pulled my jeans back up, and gave me a kiss before checking if the coast was clear for him to leave. I stayed in the cubicle, noticing he had came all over the floor, unsure if it was before or after I came.
As I waited to leave, I checked my phone to find a few messages off Carly asking where I was, it had only been 10 minutes so I could easily find an excuse. I walked down back to the dance floor to meet her, shocked at what had just occurred. We soon left after that, going back to her hostel bed, kissing and doing some foreplay, the thought of the twink making me harder. After finishing, I want back to my room and slept, waking up hot, sweaty and hungover.