Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 3: Grey Suit.

The sound of a toilet flushing in one of the cubicles alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone. Shit! I never heard anyone enter. I wondered if the occupant had heard what I had got up to with Blondie. As the cubicle door opened I looked in the mirror to see who it was and was delighted to see Grey Suit emerging.

I chuckled to myself. If he was really deaf then he wouldn't have heard anything, would he?

Our eyes met and I smiled at him and was pleased to see him return it as he came and stood next to me. He began washing his hands. Our eyes continued to remain fixed on each other through the reflection in the mirror.

He was interested in me. I'm not daft. I could always tell when someone was checking me out. It's all in the eyes. Had he followed me in here? You know, leaving a reasonable length of time before doing so?

Let's be quite frank here. I'm cute. I know that I'm pretty hot looking and I say that because I'm told that quite a bit.

Look! I'm not going to describe myself to you. I'm whoever you want me to be. Fair-haired? Dark haired? White? Black? Mixed? You decide what I look like but let's get one thing straight. I'm desirable. I get noticed. I'm no dork. I'm definitely no wallflower. I'm no muscle Mary either. I'm slim and fit. I ooze fuckability.

Got it?

Right?

I get propositioned quite regularly so I know when I'm floating someone's boat..., and I was definitely floating Grey Suits.

He was floating mine too. Jenna was right. He was just the type of guy I would go for. Straight looking. Taller than me, but not too tall. Not too muscular, but fit and well defined muscles. Handsome in a manly way, no way you would call him pretty or cute. And boy, did he have a smile to die for. I liked what I saw and wanted to see what I couldn't.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked, smiling coyly.

He looked perplexed and turned his head towards me and fiddled with a pendant looking black box hanging from a strap around his neck.

"I said, are you having a good time?" I spoke a little louder and formed my words better.

"No! I hate places like this!" His voice was deep and manly. It excited me.

"But you like what you see here though, don't you?" I watched as a smile filled his face and noticed his eyes were transfixed on my lips.

He reached out and brushed the hair out of my eyes. "You have the cutest ass I've ever seen." He kissed my forehead. "Actually...., you're totally cute all over."

There was no point in being shy. "You wanna make out with me?" I leant forward and our lips brushed together.

"Yes!" His voice wavered as our lips touched. He tasted really good. Real good in fact. His lips were warm, moist, and with a taste of whisky. I just hoped that the copious amounts of alcohol that I had been drinking that night disguised any taste of Blondie's cum still lurking in my mouth.

The next thing I knew he had dragged me into the cubicle and his hands were tugging at my shirt, pulling it out of my trousers. I didn't want to appear to be too easy and tried to stop him but his hands were everywhere and before I knew it my trousers and CK's were down at my ankles and my shirt was fully unbuttoned.

He covered my body with kisses and little bites, while his hands firmly kneaded the cheeks of my arse. His fingers then teasingly played with my tradesmen entrance.

I struggled to undo his belt and loosen his trousers as he kept showering my body with kisses. I eventually was able to get my hands inside his underwear and was delighted that his cock was ready for action. Not the biggest I've ever had but decidedly straight. I was glad about that as some were shaped like bananas, or had kinks or twisted off at an alarming angle, sideways or forwards...., it didn't matter which way they bent...., they were often a nightmare to accommodate.