Spy on Leo and Julio

There was definitely something going on in there, but I didn't want to ruin anyone's fun just yet. Headed for the sink, I turn on the water and splash it around for a bit, before faking a different voice to talk:

"Why isn't he here..."

I take strong, deliberate steps towards the door, opening it and acting as if I stepped out, before allowing it to close behind me.

Moments pass, then a sound chimes:

"Think they're gone?"

"Most definitely. We're alone. Get back to work."

This is unmistakably Leo and Julio together, hidden in their stall. How odd!

And what did he mean by work?

Slurping noises slowly start filling the tense air, as whatever work they're talking about is resumed. A lick and a rub and a slurp, someone is active.

"Gosh you're good at this, we should have done this so long ago. Such great lips." The compliment rings in the air.

There is no mistaking what was happening in the toilet just a few steps away from where I was, and there was no denying the effect it was having on me as I felt myself wetten even more while naughtily listening in on my two friends' erotic activity.

"Your lips look amazing wrapped around my cock. Too bad that make-up is getting ruined." He quips, his tone humorous as a moan comes out in answer.

A needy moan that Leo lets escape his lips which are no doubt wrapped around his partner's sizable cock.

"Keep going, you're doing so well." His words of praise and affirmation seem to have a positive effect on the person serving him, as moans drift across the slurping and sucking sounds.

A suction slurp later, Leo's voice is heard:

"Your dick is so big! It's impossible to work it." Came his needy remark.

A watery mouth settles back on the invading organ as slurping continues.

"Yet you're doing a fine job at it. Keep it up."

And keep it up they did. The next couple of minutes passed with slurps and moans as the two of them continued their naughty work... And I mindlessly listened in on their love-making, not noticing the time passing by.

"I'm gonna replace that ruined make-up with my cum, fuck you're hot." The naughty comment rose through the bathroom air, a threat and a promise at once, as a sigh of relief is given by the kneeling servant, and frantic rubbing merges with that sound.

"Get ready for a white valentine!" Came a final warning, mixed with another needy voice:

"Give it to me. God you're big."

A grunt of relief rises through the air, an obvious tip to the frantic crescendo of the queer activity I was an active listener of.

I could hear the moans of appreciation as spurt after spurt of some sort of naughty liquid was spread across a willing face.

And I felt myself wetten even more at the thought of what my lovely Leo might look like.