All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction.
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Wren found the kid passed out on the toilet. His pants were still up. He looked to be in his early 20s. Probably had a few too many shots with his friends to celebrate the end of the quarter. Most the people in the bar were doing the very same thing.
But at least those idiots weren’t passed out in a bathroom stall, Wren thought. He chuckled as he remembered his own time of being an idiot.
Wren drained himself and washed his hands. The music in the bar was barely audible, the bathroom door acting as a shield.
Wren turned to leave. The kid was still passed out. He should at least check his pulse . . . He glanced at the bathroom door.
The kid had a pulse. Wren glanced at the kid’s lap in case he had pissed himself. All clean. He put his hands under the kid’s armpits and shifted him so that he was upright. The kid was attractive albeit average. He had full, pouty lips and a dimple in his chin.
Wren loved chin dimples. Aside from freckles, they were cute on anyone. He licked his finger before swiping it across the kid’s upper lip. Carefully, he opened the kid’s mouth.
Wren stepped into the bathroom stall enough so that he could close the door behind him. Stepping back again, he undid his pants. He pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear.
He stroked his cock, already semi-hard. He swirled three fingers inside the kid’s mouth and used it to wet his cock. His balls ached. It had been several days since some dumb, young kid made himself available.
Wren stepped forward and pressed the tip of his cock past the kid’s lips. Sighing, he savored that initial feeling, soaking in the warmth.
Carefully, he slipped another inch of himself into the kid’s mouth. Then another inch and another, testing how blacked out the kid was. He kept going until his tip tapped the back of his throat.
Nothing.
Wren grinned. It was his lucky day.
He began moving his cock in and out of the kid’s mouth. His rhythm was slow and steady. The kid’s lips dragging across his cock drove him wild. He reached down to press a hand around the kid’s mouth, pressing from both sides so that his lips puckered around his cock.
He used the kid’s mouth, moving in and out. His cock swelled, and he had to let go of the kid’s lips. Pressing his hand on the back of the kid’s head, he forced his cock a little deeper. He slipped into the kid’s throat and shivered all over. If he hadn’t jerked off earlier, he would have exploded right then.
Wren soaked in the kid’s throat for a moment. His cock throbbed. He wanted to fuck his throat and drain his seed straight into his stomach.
He pulled out a moment so the kid could breathe. He was nothing but a gentleman, of course.
Wren slid his cock back into the kid’s waiting mouth. He started thrusting again, this time slipping just the tip into his throat. He fucked that kid’s mouth like he was a sex doll, just a device for Wren’s pleasure.
The bathroom door opened. Three voices entered at the same time.
Wren rested his cock on the kid’s lips and listened. The voices carried on whatever conversation they had been having when they entered. The stall door to the right of Wren’s closed. The attached panels and doors shivered.
After another moment of just listening, Wren cautiously resumed fucking the kid’s mouth. He closed his eyes and thought about the other guys in the bathroom. They had no idea that at that very moment some kid–potentially their friend–was being used like a fleshlight.
Wren’s cock hardened at the thought that he could get caught. That the kid might wake up and alert them. Or that they would hear the suction sounds as he thrust in and out of the kid’s mouth.
He shoved his cock all the way down the kid’s throat. The walls of his throat hugged it. Using his hands to keep the kid’s head in place, he fucked his throat.
The voices laughed, covering the sounds of Wren skull fucking the kid. His balls ached, his cock swelled impossibly large in the kid’s throat. He slammed himself ball’s deep and unloaded his seed, filling the kid with several ropes. He skull fucked the kid a few moments more before reluctantly pulling out.
The sounds of the bar intensified, signaling the departure of the three guys. He had his jeans on and zipped by the time the door shut.
He wet a few paper towels and cleaned off the kid’s face where his cum had bubbled up and over those lovely, full lips. Then he used another to do a once-over scrub of the kid’s mouth. Finally, he set a few dissolving breath mints on the kid’s tongue.
Wren smirked. Definitely his lucky day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tem6q0/lucky_day_noncon_passed_out_throat_fuck_public_mm