The Send Off

Licking up and down Jimmy’s cock, I worked my way to his flared cockhead. Swirling my tongue around his swollen knob, I spread his flowing juices over his big red cockhead, all the while enjoying the salty-tangy taste of Jimmy’s precum.

We both froze when we heard the creak of the men’s room door. Jimmy’s face flushed with fear. He didn’t have to say anything; I knew what he was thinking. What if it was one of the guys from the office? Poor Jimmy must have been freaked, thinking about getting caught with his cock down my throat in a stall in the men’s room at Emilio’s.

Jimmy pulled his shriveling cock out off my mouth. I raised my index finger up to my lips, signaling him to be quiet. The sound of a zipper being pulled down was followed by the sounds of piss spraying against the urinal.

I, on the other hand, was even more turned on by the situation. I found it totally ironic to be sitting in the stall sucking Jimmy’s cock on my last day at work. It didn’t matter to me if we got caught. In a matter of days, I was going to living three thousand miles away.

Jimmy looked mortified when I hauled out my eight-inch cock and started to slowly beat my meat. Jimmy turned around and grasped his pants, looking like he was going to make a run for it. As he bent over trying to pull up his pants in the cramped stall, my face was inches from his luscious butt. I didn’t want him to leave. We weren’t done. The boy wasn’t thinking. How was he going to explain my work boots, which would be clearly visible, if he left the stall?

Jimmy bent over further, pulling his pants up to his knees. I was in heaven eyeing his ass. It was firm and round, from years walking his routes and covered with a sprinkling of dark hair. His cheeks spread as he stooped down, exposing his pink asshole.

Before he hiked his pants all the way up, I jammed my face into Jimmy’s crack. I quickly put my hand over his mouth, hoping to prevent him from screaming out. Whoever was on the other side of the stall was taking their damn sweet time. He finally finished pissing and then we heard the faucet and water splashing in the sink.

When our visitor hit the air dryer, I darted my tongue inside Jimmy’s hole. He bit down on my fingers, nearly drawing blood. After a few moments the dryer stopped, footsteps followed, and finally the creak and slam of the door.

“Are you fucking nuts, Ricky? We could have gotten caught.”

“Jimmy, if you don’t want to get caught keep your voice down. And if you if you want me to eat out your ass, bend over and shut up.”

I went back to rimming out Jimmy. He bent forward, his palms pressed against the stall door, and he started grinding his ass in my face. His ass was funky and moist, the raunch and sweat of a day of delivering mail were all there for me to enjoy.

I felt down between Jimmy’s legs, as my tongue slid in and out of his asshole. I grabbed his cock, which was now hard again, barley able to wrap my fingers all the way around his thick shaft. Jimmy’s groans grew louder and more intense as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, slowly coating his shaft with his dribbling precum.

“Oh, shit, Ricky. Oh, fuck. Fuck me, Ricky. I want you to fuck me.”

Jimmy was now yelling loud enough for the happy hour crowd in the bar to hear him.

“What ever you want, Jimmy.”

I pulled the condom out of my shirt pocket, chuckling to myself. Years of carrying around a rubber in my work shirt, just in case I got lucky on the job, and I was going to use it on Jimmy. Who would have fucking believed it?

I unhitched my belt and slid my pants and damp shorts over my ass until they bunched up just below my knees. I rolled the rubber down my cock quicker than Jimmy could have dropped some letters in somebody’s mailbox.

“Turn around, Jimmy. Squat over the toilet. If I fuck you there, you might go flying out the door.”

Jimmy was grinning ear to ear when he turned around. He had his hand wrapped around his cock and was slowly fisting his swollen shaft.

I placed my hands on his stubbled covered cheeks and pulled him closer, slipping my tongue into to his hot, moist mouth. As we kissed, Jimmy pinched my tits through my shirt.

“You mother fucker. All these years, I thought you were a total bastard,” I said.

Jimmy repositioned himself, spread his legs as he stood over the toilet, and braced himself against the cold tile walls that were covered in graffiti. His light blue work shirt draped down his back, framing his creamy colored asscheeks. His shirt was stained from sweat, a long wet mark ran from the tail of his shirt up to the collar.

I unbuttoned my own shirt and moved in closer, sticking my dick in his ass crack, rubbing it up and down.

“I bet you’re fucking tight, Jimmy.”

I reached down and stuck one of my fingers into Jimmy’s crack. He was slick with sweat and my spit. Probing his pucker with my finger, I teased him, loosening him up.

“Oh, baby you’re good and ready.”

I pressed my cock head against Jimmy’s sphincter, pushing against the ring of muscle until my cockhead pushed through. Grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders, I held on to Jimmy as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into his red-hot bowels.

My whole body flexed against Jimmy’s tight ass as I rammed my cock in his hole to the hilt. Dripping sweat stung my eyes. I tried not to lose my balance as I fucked Jimmy and wiped the sweat off my brow with my forearm. There wasn’t any circulation in the bathroom. The moist July arm filled my lungs as I gasped for breath while pounding Jimmy’s ass. The back of his shirt dampened with perspiration until it was almost soaked all the way through.

Jimmy was furiously jerking his cock while I fucked his ass. Growling up a storm, he sounded like he was going to come any minute.

“Take my cock, you motherfucker.”

I wrapped my arm around Jimmy’s middle and worked my hand over his hairy chest until I found his hard, pointed nipples. I tweaked Jimmy tits while my balls slapped his ass cheeks. If anybody else walked into the men’s room there would be no mistaking what was going on in the last stall.

“Oh shit, Ricky. I’m getting close. So fucking close.”

Jimmy’s body tensed up and he shuddered before he came. His head wracked back and he sprayed the toilet tank a huge amount of come. It dripped down and the sides of the grimy porcelain and puddled up on the toilet seat. The scent of freshly spilled jizz filled the stall.

“Oh, shit, Ricky. That was fucking incredible.”

I pounded Jimmy’s ass several more times, until every muscle in my body tensed, as my own impending orgasm rose from deep inside me.

“Oh shit, Jimmy. I going to shoot.”

I clamped my mouth down on Jimmy’s sweaty neck as the come shot like bullets out of my throbbing cock, filling the rubber with a huge wad of spunk.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”

I held on to Jimmy gasping, trying to catch my breath. The taste of his salty sweat lingered on my lips. I was certain the memory of the encounter would stay with me for years.

I pulled my softening cock out of Jimmy’s now tender ass and then removed the come-filled rubber. My jism dribbled out of the condom and landed with a splat on the tile floor. Dropping the rubber, I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and cleaned the rest of my come of my now soft dick.

I hiked up my pants and buttoned my shirt. Jimmy was still braced against the wall, his chest still heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Jimmy. If you ever find yourself in San Francisco, look me up.”

I heard Jimmy pull up his pants as I opened the stall door and headed into the bar. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed off the porcelain walls. I exited the bar, without looking back and got in my car and drove home to finish packing.