Hot Rocky Pulls Himself

I thought it was my imagination, Irish Rocky following me to the toilet, but now I am not so sure. There has been a few times now when he comes into the toilets after me. You see, I walk passed his desk when I have to go. And he wears distinctive shoes, so I always know it is him.

I could hear him in the next cubicle sliding his jeans down. I could hear the slip of his undies down his skin. The light in the toilet cubicle is overhead, so I could see the shadow of his cock and pubes momentarily, on the floor, before he sat down. What looked like a substantial cock on the flop, so that was always a good sign. Lots of pubes, I might suggest he clipper, if we were in the same toilet cubicle.

Then there was silence.

I could hear him shift about on the toilet seat.

I could hear skin rub gently on skin. Just that faint ffffpppp. Slip, slip, slip, slip. I wondered, momentarily, what he'd do if I looked over the cubicle wall? But I didn't.  The skin and skin sound didn't stop, as I thought it might, if you were just scratching yourself, or something

It made my cock crank up hard.

I could hear his hand rubbing his dick, that sound of skin in the palm of your hand is unmistakable. Slowly. Stealth like. There is always a period of experimenting, quiet, but not so quiet that it can't be heard at all.

I felt s shiver run up my spine.

I started to pull too, not so carefully quiet that it was silent, no, I wanted him to hear the skin rubbing on skin. That only made the sound of skin on skin sound faster, from his side. He was pulling himself harder, just a bit, more intently. Quicker. I did too.

I could see the shadow of his legs, rocking ever so gently. His pants around his ankles, the soft, white cotton of his jocks laying casually on top of his jeans. I wanted to sniff them, feed them into my mouth and taste him.

I heard his first vocal indication, a soft groan, like he was enjoying something.

His hard cock shadow appeared on the white, lino floor. Hard like a banana. "Come on buddy, show me more." It looked good, hard and thick. His hand massaged the shaft. Then the hand went to the knob and rubbed quickly it. Then the hand returned to stroking the shaft.

I sat forward on the toilet bowl and pushed my steely cock out into the open where the light could reflect its shadow. It appeared hard and long on the lino floor.

I could see his hand steadily increase its pace after he could see my cock. They were both good looking cocks. I rubbed my hand on the bottom of the patrician indicating he should let me touch his thumper.

I could see his hand's shadow increase in speed up and down his shaft.

Then I heard his breathing loudly, briefly. I could hear his hand rubbing his cock, with no effort to conceal it. I could hear him swallow. I heard the strained choke of orgasm. I saw a few drips splash on the floor on his side. Then nothing. Silence. Nothing.

Then he moved again, as the toilet paper dispenser made a noise.

I'd jizzed into my hand, but I kept still, my cum forming a pool in the palm of my upturned hand.

I waited for him to clean up. Then I heard his jocks slide up. then his jeans. The toilet flushed. He washed his hands. The door open and closed.

Then I cleaned up.

He didn't look at me as I walked back to my desk.