bends over.

Brett raises his eyebrow as Devon's ass spreads and reveals the center of his peach. "Ni-hice," says Brett in a chill voice. He slaps Devon's ass. Brett spits on his dick and slowly thrusts. The fact that someone might catch them makes Devon harder. Brett's foreskin fulls back and forth in Devon's tight hole. After a few minutes Brett stops. "Let's get in a stall."

Brett and Devon enter the larger stall and get to work. Devon lifts his leg on the rail while Brett goes back in. He pulls out slowly, but thrusts at full speed. Each blow feels more intense that the first. Devon moans and Brett heavily exhales with each thrust. "I'm cumming," Brett whispers softly into Devon's ear. He pulls out and cums into the toilet. Devon wanks himself until he does the safe. Devon and Brett dock, combining their seed.

Someone enters the bathroom and takes the next stall. He hears the moans and squilching noises. Over thw stall pops a man with salt and pepper hair in his late 40s. "Come on boys," he says. "I can't believe you." Brett looks up in fear.

"I-I'm sorry, sir! I...," starts Brett.

"Shut up," says the man. "Next time come to my office. There's a coach. You boys finish up real quick. Ok?"

"Ok boss," says Brett shocked. Thw feeling on Bretts peehole against his, is like heaven. They cum in each others foreskin and stuff their wet cocks away. After leaving thw stall, they wash their hands. "Well," Brett says extending his hand to Devon, "...we'll have to so that again. That was fuckin' hot!" Devon takes Bretts hand and pulls him in for a kiss. Brett's face turn red as his boss come out of the stall. Brett's boss butts in and pushes them apart.

"Please," he says, "...rent a room." He laughs as he washes his hands and walks out. Brett tries to hide an excited smile and walks out. Devon looks in the mirror and fixes his tie.