What Happened in the Warehouse Bathroom on My Break

Marcos was thirty-six years old, stood just over six feet tall, and kept a decent body by stealing hours at the gym whenever his fatigue allowed it. It wasn’t easy. Eight-hour shifts at the logistics center left him wrecked, with a stiff back and heavy legs, and he almost never had the energy for anything once he clocked out.

That afternoon he still had an hour left before break, and he was waiting for it with an odd impatience. The shift had started with an avalanche of orders, one of those mornings when you don’t lift your head from the conveyor belt. And to make matters worse, his wife had been mad at him for two weeks over some stupid thing he could barely even remember now. Two weeks without touching, without even getting close. And jerking off on his own had never really done much for him.

When the pace slowed and the warehouse was half empty, his mind started to wander. He watched the clock on the wall, waiting for the hands to hit two, and meanwhile his imagination wandered off on its own. It ended up on a specific memory: an old coworker who, months earlier, had sucked him off between two shelves at the back, the two of them nearly getting caught by the manager just as she was taking him to the finish in her mouth. That memory, mixed with boredom and two weeks of drought, drew the clear outline of his cock in his jeans.

He didn’t realize how obvious it was.

When the break signal sounded, he went to clock out as usual. A coworker passing by gave him a crooked smile, the kind that hides something. Marcos didn’t pay it any mind and headed to the workers’ bathroom before going down to eat. He went in, walked up to the urinal, pulled out his dick, which was still half hard, and then he understood: he’d been carrying a bulge all the way to the time clock, strolling through the offices with his erection on display for everyone to see.

There had been gossip about one of the new guys, a twenty-two-year-old named Dani who’d joined the company not long ago. They said he sucked off his coworkers like it was nothing. Marcos had always doubted it. It was true the kid had a bit of a feminine air about him, but with that good-boy face, it didn’t fit that he’d have so much hidden depravity.

He was having trouble pissing. Every man knows it: with your dick standing at attention, it gets complicated. He focused, took a deep breath, and finally started to let the stream go. That was exactly when the door opened and Dani came in, taking the urinal next to his without respecting the unwritten rule of leaving one empty in between.

The kid lowered his gaze to Marcos’s cock, thick, about six inches, with a good patch of hair. Marcos noticed, but Dani looked away immediately, so he figured it had been a coincidence and decided not to read into it. He finished pissing, shook off a couple of times, and started to tuck himself back in.

—Careful, Marquitos, you’ve been walking around with a loaded gun for almost an hour —Dani said, still peeing beside him.

Marcos froze, his pants still unbuttoned, not knowing what to say.

—I heard your wife and you’ve been going through a rough patch. Has that got anything to do with you walking around the office with everything pointed straight ahead? —the kid pressed, teasing him.

—Maybe a little —Marcos replied with a laugh, trying to make light of it—. I don’t have anyone to help me out and jerking off bores me.

—Well look —Dani said as he tucked himself away—, I’ll volunteer.

—What are you talking about, man? I’m not gay —Marcos shot back sharply, taking a step away.

Dani moved closer slowly, with a slutty grin, staring him right in the eyes, and grabbed his package over his clothes.

—You don’t have to be gay for me to kneel down and suck your dick —he said, squeezing his balls with his hand—. Just give me the word and I’ll suck you off so good you’ll still have twenty minutes left to eat, the way you’ll come so fast.

Marcos didn’t say anything. He stood there in silence for a few seconds, not moving away, and Dani took advantage of those seconds to keep rubbing the bulge. He wanted to tell him no. He wanted to tell him there was no fucking way he was letting some guy suck him off. But every second he took to get Dani’s hand off him made it harder to refuse. He felt the kid’s fingers go up and down from his balls to the tip, which was starting to press painfully against the fabric of his underwear.

He reached a point where he stopped thinking. Anyway, as long as I get to unload, what does it matter if the mouth swallowing my load has a beard or not.

—Come on, suck me off —Marcos told him, in the deepest, most masculine tone he could muster.

—At your service, stud! —Dani replied mockingly, and with one yank he pulled Marcos’s underwear down to his knees, leaving his thick cock bare and a good pair of heavy balls exposed after two weeks of abstinence.

The kid lunged at it and swallowed it whole in one go, drawing a moan from Marcos he hadn’t expected. He hadn’t imagined his cock disappearing completely into that mouth so fast, or the wet heat running through him like that.

It was obvious Dani knew what he was doing. No woman had ever come close to what he was feeling at that moment. From his dick a kind of electric shock rose up through him, raising goose bumps all the way to the nape of his neck. The kid alternated: he played with the head, circling it with his tongue, and when Marcos least expected it, he shoved it all the way down with a deep suction that pulled a new groan out of him every time.

Marcos felt the need to take control. He grabbed the back of Dani’s neck with one hand and started fucking his mouth at his own pace. He moaned as he felt his balls bouncing against the kid’s chin, and Dani took every thrust eagerly, not pulling away a single millimeter. He let him set the rhythm a little longer while he pulled his pants all the way down and started jerking himself off without taking his dick out of Dani’s mouth.

After a while, Dani pulled it out for a moment and kept going with his hand.

—Now, like I promised, it’s time for you to come —you’ve got to eat something, man —he said just before putting it back in.

Marcos had come to the bathroom expecting to spend the full thirty minutes of his break there. He had plenty of stamina and took it for granted that a five-minute blowjob wouldn’t make him come, no matter how good it was. And for sure this was the best one he’d ever had in his life.

***

Dani kept working his way up slowly, sucking the tip patiently, using his tongue in a thousand different ways, slowly, looking Marcos in the face to study every reaction. He squeezed his balls with one hand while pulling it out again.

—Ready? Give me a heads-up, huh, because this is going to feel really good and I want to be ready to swallow all your load —he said, suddenly very serious.

And he went back to sucking him, repeating every move he’d already found drove Marcos wild, but now with much stronger suction. Marcos was losing his mind. It wasn’t just the best blowjob of his life anymore; the pleasure was flooding him to the point where he couldn’t control himself. Less than thirty seconds later, he felt the end approaching.

—Fuck, you bastard, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but I’m coming NOW —he said between moans.

Marcos thought that was the kid’s limit, that his technique couldn’t get any better. But Dani kept sucking him while he started massaging the area between his asshole and his balls with his fingers. Feeling that, Marcos couldn’t hold on for another second and started unloading two weeks’ worth of cum into the boy’s mouth, who pressed his lips tight around the head so he wouldn’t lose a single drop, swallowing what was surely the biggest load of his life.

When the cock stopped spilling, Dani cleaned it with his tongue and pulled Marcos’s underwear back up carefully, almost tenderly.

—Told you —he said with a smile—, you still have twenty minutes left to eat without risking poking someone’s eye out in the hallway.

He gave his package two pats, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened.

Marcos pulled up his pants and adjusted his cock, which was starting to go soft. He was completely dazed. He felt as if that release had emptied not only the load of the last two weeks, but the next two weeks too. He hadn’t been that relaxed in months, after what was without a doubt the best sexual experience of his life.

That calm vanished in a flash when he remembered he’d let a man suck him off. He couldn’t stop turning the same thought over and over in his head. Does that make me bisexual?

He buckled his belt and went down to eat before the break ended. He needed to regain his strength to go back to work and, above all, time to think about what had just happened. Throughout the afternoon, while moving boxes on autopilot, he gradually accepted it. And, almost without meaning to, one last question slipped into his head and refused to leave him alone for the rest of the shift.

If this is what he did to me with his mouth, what would he be capable of doing to me with the rest?