The Best Bathroom Experience [ManxMan]

[YAY I wrote something! Can you believe it!? 

Written for RaeKitano’s Lgbt Short Story “Toilet” Challenge! Enjoy! <3 ]

Here goes. This time, this time I’m actually going to do it. I’m going to talk to him.  No chickening out last minute.

I’m just going to walk up to him and say, “Hey, what’s up, I’m Kyle.”

I took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying desperately to believe my little peep talk.  The man of my dreams is outside right now, and where am I? Locked in a public restroom trying to will myself the balls to speak to him. 

I’ve been mooning over Zeke for months now.  I first saw him at a friend’s party, then randomly here or there.  With his striking features who wouldn’t fall hard.  Black almost blue hair, cut short and spiking in different directions. Amazingly hypnotic midnight eyes.  Strong jaw, wide holder’s…..mmmmm…..

Getting off track here. 

Ok Kyle.  Say it with me, “I will talk to Zeke, I CAN talk to Zeke, I-…”

Just in the middle of my third peep talk in the past 15 minutes the door swung open, revealing a hunk of the ultimate scale.  My face bloomed red; I swear I thought I locked that. Please, please tell me he didn’t hear.

“Yo!” he exclaimed in greeting when he caught me starring. Midnight blues catching mine for a fraction of a second.  Making my heart skip a beat.

I coughed and turned back to the mirror, deciding to wash my hands and seem less of a freak, and more like I actually was using the facilities.

I sighed when I caught my reflection though, compared to Zeke, I was, on a scale of 1 to 10, less than zero.  Boring dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes.  Nothing special. 

I noticed a stray hair flipping straight up in the back. Embarrassed Zeke may have noticed, I try, in vain, to flatten it.

I sighed in defeat, and dropped my hands.

“Man you’ll never get it down without products, trust me.” Zeke smiled at me as he moved to wash his hands.

He-he spoke to me…..I pulled myself out of creep mode it time to respond.

“Yea, can’t blame a guy for trying though.” I laughed. “I-I’m Kyle by the way.”

“Yeah man, I know,” he winked, “Zeke.”

Even his smile was gorgeous.  Distracted by his smile it took me a second to realize what he said.

“You know?”

He looked at me and winked once more. My mouth dropped. Wha-?

Zeke turned and made for the door.  Just when he reached for the door, I found my voice.

“Wait! What does that mean? Are you like…? Did you mean something by that? Not that you had to. I’m just saying if you did….” where is all of this coming from, this is the first time I’ve ever spoken to my crush and now I’m rattling off left and right.

He looked to me with a sly smirk and chuckled, and that’s when I heard the faint click of the lock. The chuckle turned somewhat sinister as he closed the distance between us. I gulped rather loudly. Was this what I thought it was? Am I ready for that? Who am I kidding; I can pass that up if it’s what he has in mind.

“Yea, I know.  You’re Kyle, the cute little thing that’s been giving me the soulful look for the last month and a half.”

My jaw hit the floor once more. “You-? The whole-? Wha-?” I started to hyperventilate a bit with shock and a little, if not a LOT, of fear. Maybe him locking the door was for a totally different reason then my fantasies.

“I did.” he smirked again, “and I’m flattered.” he winked, again.

Air, there’s no air here.  The closer he came the harder it was to breathe. I’m in a vacuum, space, a black whole, something.  God he was beautiful.

Wait he just said something.  “Huh?” was my witty reply.

“I said, I wonder how that look will change when I do this.”

“Do wha-what?” I squeaked, throat so dry.

“This.” He leaned in, when did he get so close?

 I swear I’d died and gone to heaven when those sexy lips touched mine. I groaned so loud, the rest of the restaurant must have heard.  Having a burst of courage spawned solely from arousal, I grabbed a hand full of that amazing hair and deepened the kiss.  I put everything I had into it.  If this was all I was going to get, well then hell, I’m making the best of it!

When he slammed our hips together, I knew my efforts were totally worth it.  He ground into me and I pressed back, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.  Eww, not the best reference for a time like this. 

His tongue slipped in, stroking and pulling the most erotic sounds out of me, I didn’t even know I could make noises like this.  Zeke ran his hand up my shirt, stroking my belly, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. 

I gasped when that hand suddenly unbuttoned my fly.  With his other hand, Zeke pushed me against the sink counter.  I gripped the edge tightly when he slid to his knees.  This isn’t happening; it’s a dream, an amazingly wonderful dream.  Please don’t wake up Kyle.

The moment that mouth enveloped me, all thoughts were gone, out the window.  Bliss.  That’s all that was left within me.  My gasps and groans filled the room.  He knew what he was doing, that was for sure.  But the biggest turn on wasn’t that the sexiest man alive was going down on me, which did not hurt one bit, it was that fact that he enjoyed it.  He was making about as much noise as I was!

With that in my mind plus the amazing vibrations and talented mouth, I didn’t last long at all.  I’d be embarrassed, but it felt to darn good. 

When I was finished, he stood to his full height, looking me in the eye as he smiled an adorable and of course hot smile.  I gave a goofy version of one in return, not having all the strength to muster up a full one just yet.

Zeke pecked me on the lips and turned towards the door, “See you later cutie.”

“Huh? Wait, what about..? Don’t you want me too, you know…?”

He chuckled, “oh it can wait for now.”

“Wait until what?” my brain isn’t functioning on all cylinders yet, he needs to stop speaking in riddles.

“Wait until after our date, Saturday night, 7,” with my jaw once again on the floor, he gave one final wink and left the restroom.

I have a date with the sex god of my dreams?

It wasn’t just a onetime thing!

Elated beyond belief I walked out of the public restroom with triple the confidence I had entering.  This was the best bathroom experience in my life, by far.

The end.