The Urinal Spy

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All characters are consenting adults (18+). 

The guy was a fucking Chad. Everything about him made me want to punch a hole through my own head. He was arrogant, lazy, rude, snide, cruel, and a grade A fucking douchebag.

Everything he did pissed me off. Walking down the corridor; pissed me off. Playing soccer at lunch; pissed me off. Spending too fucking long in the canteen; pissed me off. I was almost certain that the guy had specifically been put on this earth just to infuriate me.

What I also knew about Dalton Harris, was that the reason he pissed me off so much was because I would have done pretty much anything to even brush elbows with the guy. Yet, I was a complete nobody compared to him, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it.

I’d only known him since college started. He was nineteen and the poster boy for a typical American prom king. He looked like the type of guy who’d smell amazing, but I’d never been close enough to find out. Because despite the fact that I’d known him since college started, he had no fucking idea who I was.

Maybe I’d become obsessed with the guy, but who could blame me? Six three, built like a fucking monument, golden hair, sparkling blue eyes, dimples that made my cock stiff. Fuck, he was the hottest person I had ever laid eyes on, and I was resigned to sitting across the canteen imagining all of the things I wanted him to do to me, whilst he sat next to his girlfriend, being fucking fine.

I knew that I was delusional by believing anything could ever happen between us, because not only did the guy not even know of my existence, but he was undeniably, totally and utterly, one hundred and ten percent straight, and everybody on the entire campus knew it.

Dalton had gone through more girlfriends than lunches. The guy had a different girl on his hip every other day, and his new side piece was just as pretty as all the others. Granted, she was just as fucking dumb, too, giggling and rubbing his muscular arm, playing with her hair, being everything I ever fucking wanted to be. I hated her, just like I’d hated all the others. Just like I hated him, or, hated that I couldn’t have him, anyway.

I dumped what was left of my lunch and headed for the restroom. There was only so much time I could spend daydreaming about him, so I pushed inside and was immediately met by two seniors who were evidently seeing who could push who the furthest.

“Dude, I won that one!” One of them guffawed, and launched his buddy across the room.

The other guy’s laugh sounded like something from a cartoon. He pushed himself off the wall and charged at his friend like a bull, and I cocked a brow as they both fell backwards into the door of one of the stalls, smashing a hole through it before both of them scurried out like naughty schoolboys.

“Fucking morons” I mumbled, as they disappeared.

My mind returned to Dalton as I walked into the stall that they’d almost destroyed and tried to close the door behind me. I eventually managed it, but now there was a hole next to the handle, and I was somewhat uncomfortable at the notion that anybody could walk in and see me. I listened out for sounds of oncoming students, and when I heard nothing, I pulled out my cock and did what I needed to do.

College hadn’t been too bad since I’d arrived. It was my first time away from home, and so far, I’d been doing alright. I’d made some friends, gone to some parties, and everything had been better than I had expected. The only thing left for me to do was finally come out of the closet, but that wasn’t on my agenda just yet.

I pulled up my zipper, and just as I reached for the handle to flush, I heard the door open and decided against it. I wasn’t anti-social or anything, but there was something about toilet-small talk that made me cringe, so I sat down and waited until whoever entered had left, and that’s when I saw him.

Dalton walked casually toward one of the urinals, and had no idea that I had a full view of him through the hole in the door. He stopped just in front of the one closest to me, giving me the perfect angle, but instead of reaching for his junk, he pulled out his phone and held it to his ear.

“No, no” he whispered, “I locked the door, it’s just me here”.

My eyes widened. Was I about to eavesdrop on some sort of criminal conspiracy? I smiled to myself. Dalton may have been hot, but he certainly didn’t see like the type to pull something like that off.

“I’ve been so fucking horny for you, babe” he half moaned, and my heart began to race. “I know, but it’s just until next week. You know how much I like to fuck, babe. I promise that’s all it is. Once you’re here, I’ll break it off with her. You know that”.

I covered my mouth to prevent myself scoffing. God, he was such a fucking asshole. I considered standing up and walking out, just so he knew he’d been caught by somebody, but then I stopped, and watched closer.

“Just make me hard” he groaned, and his hand began to stroke the outside of his shorts. “Oh fuck yeah” he mumbled, and lifted his long t-shirt to reveal a solid set of smooth abs, and the thick waistband of his white Calvins.

Almost immediately, my cock stiffened. Dalton held his shirt to his chest with his chin, and ran his hand over his washboard abs, but my eyes were stuck to the loud waistband. I’d always had a thing for underwear, but this was something else.

“Tell me what you’d do, baby” he breathed, edging his shorts down a little further, exposing more and more of the tight, white fabric that held his delicious bulge. I couldn’t help but quietly rub my own one.

“Yeah? You’d do that for me?” He grinned, and I watched eagerly as his shorts dropped to his ankles, and he stood in just his underwear. I’d never seen anything as hot in my life.

“You know how hard I’d fuck you” he smirked, rubbing his plump bulge as it began to stretch the fabric. “You know I’d fuck you real fucking hard, and you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck yeah you would”.

My breathing was becoming more and more intense. If I rubbed my hard cock much longer, I was going to shoot a load, but when Dalton shoved his hand inside his Calvins, I held off. I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.

“Give me details” he whispered, jerking his meat in his underwear. “Tell me exactly what you’d do”.

I was moments away from cumming, but I continued to watch and listen.

“Fuck yeah, babe” he moaned, still pumping. “Keep going, I’m so fucking close”.

Dalton continued stroking his cock, and I continued gawping as I waited for him to pull it out and shoot a thick, creamy load all over the urinal. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to help myself once he’d left.

“I’m gonna cum, babe” he gasped. “Babe?… Jess? Jessica?! Fuck!”

Dalton pulled his hand out, leaving just the outline of his long, thick erection beneath the fabric, and checked his phone.

“Fucking battery!” He snapped, and I kept my hand over my mouth to avoid being heard.

He reached down and pulled his shorts up before shoving the phone back into his pocket. I almost wanted to cry until he stepped toward the urinal, dragged his plump, now-flaccid cock from the waistband of his Calvins, and shot out a strong jet of piss.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so incredibly hot as he stood there, unknowingly being spied on as he pissed. When he finally emptied his bladder, he shook his beautiful cock and looked directly at me.

Everything froze. Our eyes locked, and my heart almost exploded. I held his eye for just a second before leaning back and cringing. “Fuck” I hissed to myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”.

For a moment, everything fell silent. I prayed that Dalton would simply walk out, but when I heard his footsteps, I knew they were getting closer.

I was terrified now. I’d just been caught spying on the hottest guy in college, and I was certain that he’d make me pay for it. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the door to rip open, but when nothing happened, I peaked out from under my eyelids.

The hole in the door was now blocked and it took a few seconds before I realised what it had been blocked with. Dalton’s long, dripping cock was now stuffed through it, and my brain refused to believe it.

“Go ahead” he whispered, “that’s what you want, ain’t it?”

I wasted no time. If there was one thing I’d learned from hot stories, it was to never turn down the popular jock who offers you his cock. I dropped to my knees right in front of him, and excitedly closed my hand around his soft rod.

“Fuck yeah” he groaned, as I slowly began to stroke it.

Did Dalton think I was a chick? Had he gotten a proper look at me? There was no way that he was willingly letting a guy jerk him off, but this was the men’s toilets.

I felt his cock stiffen as I jerked it, and watched as the remnants of his piss dripped down my hand. I reached into my own pants and began to stroke before leaning forward and licking his salty tip.

“Suck it” he moaned, evidently still horny from his phone call. I obeyed him immediately, closing my lips around his helmet and shivering with pleasure as his flavour covered my tongue. I heard him gasp softly as I lapped at his cock head.

I took him further into the back of my throat until I gagged, but continued even after that. I’d never sucked a cock before, but judging by the sounds that the young man was making, I was doing a pretty good job.

He fucked the hole in the door, and in doing so, his wet prick slid in and out of my throat. I felt his pre-cum as it drooled onto my tongue, and reached the edge of orgasm before holding off.

The sound of wet sucking and gagging filled the room. The door rattled as Dalton shoved his hips against it, and the more I sucked, the louder he became.

“You’ve got such a good throat” he groaned, hammering his cock into me. “You should do this more often”.

Who was he telling?! I plunged down on him once more, feeling my lips stretch around his meat, and felt the first rope of cum squirt from my swollen cock. I gripped it and jerked, moaning onto his rod as the orgasm burned through me, and just a few seconds later, as sperm leaked down my shaft and over my knuckles, Dalton came.

A wave of hot seed exploded from him, filling my mouth and throat as I began to gulp it down. Each mouthful that I swallowed made me gasp with pleasure, but more and more of it came, until Dalton whimpered and groaned, and pulled his soft cock from my mouth.

I remained in place, shocked and delighted, with Dalton Harris’ cum leaking into my stomach, and my own load sprayed across the bottom of the door. I watched through the hole as he sauntered over to the sink and washed his hands, and just as he was leaving, he looked back at me.

“Same time tomorrow” he said, and disappeared back out the door.