Pay To Play| Jschlatt X Ted

The Bathroom

Schlatt had been near tipsy when he dismissed himself to the bathroom.

They had decided to go out drinking, him and the boys because it's been a hot while since the last time they saw each other, and what better way to hang out than have everyone drink and one sober person record their bullshit. He wasn't that wasted, Schlatt knew that much, he could still think coherently and he didn't stumble in his steps, and he could still speak perfectly fine, so no one had an issue with him heading to the bathroom real quick. There really shouldn't have been an issue with Schlatt heading alone, anyway, he may have been the youngest but he was old enough and had the strength to defend himself if it came down to it.

He left his drink at the table for his friends to guard and got up to make a beeline for where the bathrooms were. The bar wasn't crowded—busy, yes, but not crowded. More on the mundane side, especially for a Wednesday, so he didn't anticipate the bathrooms to be full. When he came in, he only saw one guy, who was just standing near the urinals, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. A weird thing to see, but this was a bar, after all.

The second the door shut behind him and the sounds from the lobby were cut off, the guy looked up at him and spoke.

"You willin' to give a blowjob for a fifty?" Schlatt was only 22, yet he doesn't think a lot of people have ever been in this situation. Any normal person would most likely say, 'Gross, no,' and either do what they came to do and leave, or go get authorities to kick the man out, but Schlatt was anything but that.

He found himself crossing his arms and 'playing along,' as if he was doing a bit with his friends. "You don't have any disease, do you?" Schlatt was kind of hoping the guy was just someone who had a dirty sense of humour and was just really social with strangers.

"Nah, man, cleaner than a saint's taint." Now, how could Schlatt not laugh at that? The dude had a very faint accent, clearly American, it wasn't foreign or anything, and the way the saying rolled off his tongue was just plain funny. "But I'm serious—" the guy pulled a folded-up dollar bill from his back pocket and held it out, as if proving he not only was serious but also had the money to back himself up. "Hell, I'll throw in an extra ten for you to swallow," the man adds, all the while digging into his other pocket and proceeding to take out his wallet.

Now, Schlatt was all for dirty jokes and gay situations, but he knew he should kindly refuse. The man didn't seem dangerous, he just seemed like a guy desperate for a blowjob, which was understandable, but he was a literal stranger and it was the right thing to do, to say no.

But that was sixty bucks...

Schlatt's mouth was moving before he realized what he was thinking. "Fuck it, just don't expect me to be an expert." He had no idea what he just got himself into, but with the look of pure joy and relief on the guy's face, he figured maybe the guy deserved this. Plus, he was getting sixty bucks out of it, so Schlatt called it a win-win.

"Dude, you're a real lifesaver," the guy sighed, handing Schlatt the money. While the dude undid his pants and pulled them down, Schlatt counted the money he was given, finding a fifty and two fives, just like the guy promised.

'That's one end of the deal done, now it's my turn,' Schlatt thought, pocketing the money. Schlatt, if he's being honest, has only ever sucked dick once in his life, and it was when he was in high school. He and an old friend had gotten curious and had given each other blowjobs just to see what it would feel like, and after that, he's never done it again. His friend had said he was an expert, but for all he knows, it probably just felt good because it was his first blowjob. It felt nice for Schlatt, too, but he had felt like his friend was overselling it.

He figured they were just going right in. It wasn't anything special, it wasn't even a one-night stand, just an oral quickie in the bathroom bar for some money. "Again, don't expect pro-level deep-throating from me, alright, man?" Schlatt added, crouching on his knees to grab the man's dick.

"That's fine, I just need a mouth and that's enough for me," the man gasped at the contact. He was already hard, Schlatt wasn't sure if he'd been like this since he entered or just the knowledge that someone was finally giving him a blowjob got him hard, but there was no point in teasing or taking his time. So he dived right in, lips wrapped around the tip and sliding down as far as he could. He kept going, listening to the man groan above him and trying to keep his gag reflex in check. He didn't have a very bad gag reflex, normally it took something horribly bad or awful textured to make him gag, but he wasn't sure about his own extent.

He hadn't even realized how far he was going until he felt his nose bump into the man's lower naval.

"Holy shit..." The guy moaned, his fingers weaving into Schlatt's hair, almost sliding to his horns. "Not pro-level my ass, you feel so good," he said, hips twitching against his face. Schlatt wrapped his arms around the guy's thighs, hands resting against the backs of them, and he pulled his head back before steadily pushing himself forward, using his hands as leverage to keep himself held up. After the first thrust in, the guy's hands immediately shot to his horns, gripping tightly at the curves of them, hunching forwards at the pleasure. Every pull back, he took the moment to inhale, and when he pushed forward, he sucked as hard as he could, repeating until his lips felt numb and the fingers on his horns were nearly moving his head for him. "Shit—I'm gonna cum, fuck I'm so close..." he moaned, eventually just jerking his hips and moving Schlatt for him. He could feel him in his throat, feel the weight of him on his tongue, could feel the precum coat his mouth and taste the bitterness of it every time he pulled back enough for the tip to leak.

Then, he thrust forward and pulled Schlatt in, and a hot liquid started to push into his mouth, coating his throat and filling his stomach.

'Ah, he's a silent cummer,' Schlatt thought when the man made no noise above him. When it eventually came down to just a drizzle on his tongue, that's when the man heavily sighed, relaxing his grip and slowly drawing back to pull out. Schlatt felt one last spurt before the man pulled out, and he hadn't realized just how out of breath he had gotten until he had his mouth open.

"Fuck, are you sure you're not some prostitute 'r somethin'?" The guy asked, bending back against the wall to catch his breath. Schlatt looked down at the man's dick, still shiny with cum and saliva, and some were even dribbling onto the floor. Was he drooling that much?

"I dunno man, maybe I was born to be gay," Schlatt joked, not wanting the situation to be too serious. The guy chuckled, lazily leaning down to go and pull his pants up. "Wait, hold on," Schlatt quickly stood up and went into a stall to grab some toilet paper. "Your dick is still wet, that'll soil your pants," he mentioned, handing over the wad.

"Fuck, good thinkin', you sort of sucked me stupid here," the guy grinned, slowly taking the wad and half-assedly wiping off his dick. When he was done and had his pants up and the toilet paper thrown away, Schlatt was about to head into the stall when the man stopped him. "Here man, you fuckin' deserve this," he said, handing over some more money. And with that, the man left, and Schlatt unfolded the money.

Another ten. He just made seventy dollars from sucking off a guy.

Happy with the amount, he quickly did his business (relieving himself as well, he will admit, he got hard, too) and went back to his friends.

"Hey man, you were there for a while, you alright?" Ted asked the moment he sat down. It was at that moment, that Schlatt realized what he did, that he registered the tangy, salty taste still left on his tongue and felt the phantom touch of that cock pushing against his tonsils, and he tried to think of an excuse for him taking forever before ultimately decided why the hell not?

"Yeah, I was just giving some head in there, no worries," he casually said. The response was just so Schlatt that everyone laughed and continued on. Schlatt tried to continue on as well, ignoring the heavy feeling in his pocket where the seventy sat, just taunting him about how easily he got persuaded into doing something as vulgar as sucking off a stranger for a bit of money and laughed with his buds.