Jake stepped into the rest-stop bathroom at 2 a.m., heart hammering. The place smelled like piss and cheap soap. One guy stood at the urinals, tall, broad shoulders, jeans shoved down just enough to show a thick cock hanging heavy. Jake took the urinal next to him even though three others were empty. He pulled his own dick out but couldn’t piss; he was already half hard just from the sight.
The stranger glanced over. “You looking or you here to do something about it?” His voice was low and rough.
Jake swallowed. “I’ve never… I mean, not with a guy.”
The man smirked, shook off, and tucked his cock away. “Stall three. Door’s open. Get in.”
Jake followed like he was on autopilot. The stall door clicked shut behind them. The guy was already unbuckling his belt. “On your knees. First time means you start with your mouth.”
Jake dropped. The cock that came out was bigger up close, veined, cut, already swelling. The man grabbed the back of Jake’s head and rubbed the head across his lips. “Open. Suck it like you mean it.”
Jake opened. The taste was salt and skin. He gagged when the guy pushed deeper, but the stranger didn’t ease up. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Get it wet.” Spit ran down Jake’s chin while the man fucked his mouth in short, steady strokes. Jake’s own cock strained against his jeans.
After a minute the guy pulled out. “Stand up. Pants down. Turn around.”
Jake obeyed. The stall was tiny; his hands braced on the graffiti-covered wall. The man spit on his fingers and rubbed them over Jake’s hole. “Tight. You’re gonna feel every inch.” One finger pushed in, then two, scissoring roughly. Jake grunted at the burn.
“Condom?” Jake asked.
“Already on. Shut up and push back.”
The blunt head pressed against him. Jake tried to relax. The stretch was brutal. The guy didn’t wait; he drove in until his hips met Jake’s ass. Jake’s forehead hit the wall. “Fuck, it’s too much.”
“You’ll take it.” The man started thrusting, short and deep, the stall door rattling. Each stroke punched a grunt out of Jake. His cock leaked against the cold metal of the partition. The stranger reached around and jerked him in time with the fucking. “First time and you’re already dripping. Knew you were a fag the second you walked in.”
Jake came hard, shooting across the wall, ass clenching around the cock inside him. The guy groaned, slammed in twice more, and unloaded. Jake felt the heat even through the latex.
They stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then the man pulled out, tied off the condom, and dropped it in the toilet. “Clean up. Door’s unlocked.” He zipped up and walked out without another word.
Jake stood there, legs shaking, cum and spit drying on his skin. His hole throbbed. He wiped himself off with paper towels, pulled his pants up, and stepped out. The bathroom was empty again. He looked at himself in the mirror—flushed, mouth swollen—and knew he’d be back tomorrow night.
