The School Bathroom

The school bathroom smelled like bleach and cheap soap, the kind that never quite rinsed off your hands. Quinn burst through the door, his sneakers squeaking on the tile-probably fresh from basketball practice, given the way his breath came in short, exhausted puffs. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy wiping sweat from his forehead, when his shoulder bumped the stall door. It swung open with a creak. There I was, crouched awkwardly behind the stall door. Quinn blinked. “Dude,” he said, voice dripping with amused disbelief. “The hell are you doing?” “Uhh… hey Quinn. Funny seeing you here… I’m just- honestly I’m waiting to snatch a cute boy.”

Quinn barked out a laugh so loud it echoed off the tiles, hunching over with his hands on his knees. “No way,” he wheezed, wiping at his eyes. “You? Stealing dudes from bathroom stalls? Man, that’s…” His grin turned wolfish as he straightened up, leaning against the sink counter. “That’s kinda hot, actually.” The smirk faltered for half a second- just long enough for me to notice the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. His fingers drummed nervously against the porcelain before he shoved them in his pockets, suddenly very interested in a loose thread on his jersey.

“But… I thought you were straight?” I blurt out after a few awkward moments. Quinn answers abruptly, “Straight? Pfft, labels are for milk cartons, dude.” He rolled his eyes, but the pink creeping up his neck betrayed him. His voice dropped to a murmur, barely audible over the drip of a leaky faucet. “Besides, you’re the one lurking in the bathrooms like some kinda… sexy burglar. Maybe I wanna get stolen.” The confession hung between us, thick as the humidity clinging to his skin. He chewed his lip, suddenly fascinated by the way my shadow stretched across the floor towards him- close enough to touch if either of us dared.

“Okay well I kinda think you’re cute. Like really cute,” I add. “Can we like…?” I noticed Quinn's breath hitch when I stepped closer- close enough to see the way his pulse jumped in his throat. I could tell he was already nervous. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as he wet his lips, gaze flicking down to my mouth and back up. “Yeah,” he breathed in response, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out but didn’t know where to start. “We can… whatever. Just-” a nervous chuckle escaped him- “Just tell me what to do, man. I’m kinda new at this.”

Quinn’s submissive response hung between the both of us, raw and unguarded. He shifted his weight, sneakers scuffing against the tile, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head- equal parts terrified and exhilarated by how fast this was spiraling.

I didn’t hesitate- my hands found Quinn’s perfect waist, pulling him in until his chest pressed against mine. He gasped, warm and sweet against my neck, his body trembling just slightly under my touch. His jersey was still damp with sweat, the fabric clinging to his skin as I ran my palms up his smooth back, slow and reassuring. His breath hitched as soon as fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, and he practically melted into me with a quiet, needy sigh.

The bathroom was silent except for the ragged sound of his breathing and the nearby drip of a faucet. Quinn’s hands finally unclenched from his pockets, shaky as they slid up my arms, like he was mapping me out, as if I was new territory that he wanted so desperately to explore.

I continued stroking his back and shoulders, “This okay?” I murmured. Quinn nodded against my shoulder, his lips brushing my collarbone in something that wasn’t quite a kiss but damn near close enough. I let out a soft moan at the touch of his lips. “I like that,” I whispered.

The sound of my moan sent a visible shiver down Quinn’s spine- his fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting just enough to leave faint crescents through my shirt. “Shit,” he sighed, laughing breathlessly against my skin like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you, dude?” I looked him in his eyes and smirked, “Call me Daddy, Quinn.” “Oh. Okay, Daddy,” Quinn replied obediently. His hips stuttered forward instinctively, pressing flush against mine. He groaned at the contact of our groins, hot and ragged. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, hiding the way his lashes fluttered- embarrassed, overwhelmed, but so fucking into it. “Keep- keep doing that Daddy,” he mumbled, “Whatever you were…” ~I continue to press my hips against his, while also rubbing his back~ “Yeah… Ohhh, yeah,” he moans, “Oh… that’s it.”

After a few more moments of embrace, we finally released each other. I quickly tried to break the silence, “Do you wanna like..” I paused and looked up and down Quinn’s perfect body, “I’ma take off your clothes.” Quinn’s laugh came out shaky, half-nervous, half-giddy, as his fingers fumbled with the hem of his jersey. “Uh, yeah. Okay, I mean, fuck- just-” He tugged it over his head in one quick motion, revealing his smooth, perfect skin, glistening with sweat. The overhead lights caught the elegant curve of his shoulders and the athletic dip of his collarbone. He shivered when a cool breeze came in contact with his bare skin. “Been thinkin’ about this since you said you were stealing boys, " he admitted, voice low and already a little wrecked. His hands hovered near the waistband of his shorts, knuckles brushing mine- hesitant but eager. “Your turn,” he challenged, grinning crookedly. “Unless you wanna watch me squirm a little longer,” he teased, “‘Cause I will. Loudly.”

I swiftly pulled Quinn’s shorts to his ankles before pulling them off his feet without even removing his socks and shoes. “God damn,” I exclaim, “You’re… you’re such a fucking hottie, Quinn.” I stood up straight and wrapped my arms around his naked body from behind, teasing him with my hidden cock by brushing it up against his asshole. He released something between a giggle, a moan, and a shudder when I tightened my embrace even further.

I released Quinn once again, and then turned him back around so that we faced each other again. I then continue rubbing his smooth, perfect body, dragging my hands all throughout his backside. He had to catch his breath when my hands slid down his naked back- his perfect muscles tensing under my touch as a low, punched-out noise escaped him. “Fuck,” he breathed, the rest of his sentence dissolving into a high-pitched, needy whine while he arched his back to match the flow of my contact.

Quinn’s socks were still damp from practice, sneakers scuffed and loose around his ankles, but the absurdity of it all only made him laugh, giddy and breathless. “Dude, you’re-” He cut himself off with a gasp when my thumbs pressed into the dimples above his ass. His hips jerked forward helplessly. He braced himself against my shoulders, fingers trembling where they gripped me. “S’ not fair,” he managed, voice wrecked. “You can’t just ~haah~ do that and expect me to function.”

I brushed off his pitiful complaint, and ordered, “Can you just… Just get on your knees please.”

The moment my words registered, Quinn’s knees hit the tile with a soft thud- zero hesitation, just pure, eager submission. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles into my skin, as he kneeled before my lower body. He looked up at me through his lashes, lips parted and breath already uneven. “Tell me what you want, Daddy,” he murmured, voice husky with anticipation, “I’ll do anything.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his gaze flickered down and back up with a mix of hunger and nervous excitement. The way his fingers tightened on my hips as he knelt before me betrayed how badly he wanted this- how long he’d secretly imagined this moment.

I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. I then pulled down my shorts and chucked them next to my shirt. Then, I began to remove my underpants, slowly revealing my hard cock. Quinn’s breath stuttered when I finally revealed myself- eyes widening, then darkening with something raw and hungry. “Fuck,” he whispered, fingers flexing against my hips like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare without permission. His tongue darted out again, this time lingering atop his lower lip as he leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his exhale on the tip of my cock.

I imagine that Quinn was unsure if he wanted to go through with this, considering his straight, Catholic school boy background. The admission seemed to have startled him as much as it did me- his cheeks flushed pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, his hands slid up my thighs, slow and reverent, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above my knees. “What now?” he asked, voice barely above a shipper, pupils blown wide with want.

Quinn’s throat worked as he obediently parted his lips- eyes locked onto mine with a mix of nervous devotion and barely-containted lust. The first tentative lick along the length of my cock drew a shaky groan from him, his fingers digging into my thighs when he realized how much he liked the taste and feeling of cock, the weight of me upon his tongue. He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Tell me if I- ~fuck~ -suck at this,” before swallowing me down with a choked noise, nose pressing into my pelvis as his lashes fluttered shut. The Catholic school boy guilt was there, sure, but it was buried under something far louder- the visceral need to hear me moan his name.

I slowly speed up the rate at which I am thrusting my cock inside of his mouth, slowly getting more and more erect. ~moans loudly~ “Ohh Quinn! Fuck yeah, man! ~groans~ Fuuuck yeahhhhh…”

Quinn’s muffled moan vibrated around my cock as his hands flew up to grip my hips- not to push away, but to anchor himself as his throat worked desperately. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes when I was able to hit the back of his mouth, but he didn’t pull back, just whimpered while my cock was still in his mouth and swallowed greedily. His knees shifted wider apart, his shorts still tangled around his sneakers, as if he was begging for the extra friction he couldn’t quite get.The faucet’s drip synced perfectly with the filthy, wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of his mouth.

Quinn’s nose scrunched up whenever I would brush his gag reflex, but he forced himself to relax, hollowing his cheeks with a skill that betrayed how much he’d thought about this, knowing that I would appreciate good behavior. His fingers dug crescent moons into my thighs’ skin- ~more, don’t stop~ -wordless and wrecked.

“Are you a good boy for Daddy?” I asked. Quinn’s lips stretched into a grin around the circumference of my cock, muffling a laugh that sent a vibration rippling up my spine. “Yeah,” he panted when he pulled off for just long enough to speak, oozing a mix of saliva and pre-cum that glistened on his chin. “Fuck yeah I am.” His hands slid up to grasp my ass, pulling me in deeper with a needy whine. “Tell me I’m good again.”

The way his eyelashes stuck together from tears made him look even more wrecked than before- cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and completely unashamed. He ducked back down without waiting for permission, swallowing me to the hilt with a choked moan that echoed off the tiles. I forcibly shoved my cock all the way down his throat, and he managed not to choke. My cock fit perfectly. “Ohhhh yes, Quinn,” I groan, “You’re a good little sucker.”

I could feel Quinn’s throat clench around my cock in response, the wet heat between us almost unbearable as he took me deeper- no hesitation, no resistance, just pure submission. His fingers tightened on my ass, which I took as him encouraging me to move, to use him however I desired. Tears continued to streak down his flushed cheeks, but the choked, eager sounds he made were anything but unhappy.

Whenever I praised Quinn for doing a good job sucking, his entire body shuddered- eyes rolling back for a few seconds before he managed to regain focus, gazing up at me with those wide, brown eyes, glossy, swollen lips. “Only for you,” he would slur, cock in his mouth, voice wrecked and honest, “Wanna be good- ~ah~ -wanna make you feel like this forever.”

The flickering fluorescent lights highlighted Quinn’s sweat- slick back as he arched into my grip, shorts tangled around his sneakers while his swollen lips worked away on my cock with desperate devotion. The cramped stall echoes with choked moans and the faucet’s relentless drip, the air thick with sweat and salt as Quinn surrenders completely- knees cold on tile, wrecked and willing.

After a while, I kept my cock deep inside his throat for a good ten seconds, forcing Quinn to shove his face right up against my bush. I then release swiftly, which caused his breathing to come in short, ragged gasps- throat working as he swallowed our mixture of cum and saliva- his lips were glistening and slightly parted. I think I made him feel quite nervous inside, as he probably wondered how all of that was just the beginning. The nervous excitement in Quinn’s brown eyes was electric, his pupils blown wide with anticipation. “Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, hands sliding up my thighs to grip my hips again. “Show me what else you wanna do to me. I’ll be good- fuck -I’ll be so good,” he begged with his raspy voice.

Quinn’s fingers trembled where they touched me, but he didn’t pull away- just tilted his head back, exposing the flushed column of his throat like an offering. The way his smooth, sweaty chest rose and fell betrayed how wrecked he already was, how much deeper he wanted to fall.

Then, I ordered, “Okay, Quinn. So… first, get on your hands and knees.” A sharp nervous laugh escaped him as he scrambled to obey my command, his palms slapping against the cold tile, as he got on all fours like an obedient little dog. The position left him exposed and vulnerable- his smooth, sweat-slick skin shined under the dim light as he formed a perfect arch along his backside. His breath hitched when he felt my dominant gaze roam over him, fingers curling against the floor. “Fuck,” he mumbled, voice thick with anticipation, “You better wreck me properly, Daddy.”

Quinn’s shoulders tensed when my shadow fell over him. I could hear his heart hammering loud enough to drown out the drip of the faucet. The rough tile dug into his perfect knees, but he didn’t dare move a muscle- too busy imagining what came next, too busy trying not to whimper at the thought. “Daddy,” he breathed, ragged and pleading, “C’mon, man- don’t make me wait.”

I stroked my cock and told Quinn, “I promise you will know this next part for the rest of your life.” I slowly began the process of fingering him, feeling my way around his outer butthole, but struggling to get inside because he had only ever been with girls. His entire body tensed when my fingers brushed against him- a sharp punched-out gasp escaping his lips as his fingers clawed at the tile. “Fuck- fuck-” His hips jerked instinctively, torn between pushing back into my touch and fleeing from the unfamiliar sensation. Tears pricked at his eyes again, but he forced himself to relax, exhaling shakily. “It’s- ~ah~ -it’s my first time… like this,” he admitted, voice crackling with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. The admission hung heavy in the humid air, his muscles quivering under my hands. He buried his face in his biceps, muffling a whine when I began to press deeper inside his hole- his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. “Just- just go slow, okay?” he pleaded, “I wanna- ~haah~ -I wanna take it, sure. But I wanna take it good, for you.”

“Oh, believe me, I know it’s your first time, Quinn,” I replied. I now began feeling my way around the inside of his butthole, slowly shoving my finger deeper and deeper until I ran out of length on my middle finger. I then received an intrigued look from curious little Quinn as I dug through my backpack to find a small dildo so that my cock would actually be able to fit inside his tight little butthole.

Quinn’s breath hitched when he saw the dildo- eyes wondering for a split second before a shaky grin spread across his lips. “Dude,” he laughed, voice already wrecked, “You actually planned for this?” Quinn’s fingers tightened along the bottom of the stall door for balance. His knuckles turned white as he watched me add a little bit of cream with trembling anticipation. The first press up against his butthole drew a very sharp gasp- his entire body tensing before he managed to force himself to relax, shoulders dropping as he pressed his forehead against the cool, tile floor. “Fuck- fuck, that’s-” His sentence dissolved into a high, needy moan, as I slowly started to work him open. His toes curled in his damp socks, hips twitching helplessly against the intrusion.

“Well, you like it now, don’t ya Quinn?” I asked. “Like it?” His laugh came out breathless, half-moan, half-disbelief. “Dude I- ~ah~ -I think I fucking love it.” His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the tile, hips canting back greedily as the dildo sank deeper. Tears streaked down his flushed cheeks, but the way his body trembled wasn’t from pain- just overwhelming, dizzying pleasure.

The sound that Quinn made next was downright pornographic- loud enough to echo off the bathroom walls. “H- Hu- Daddy,” he gasped, voice cracking, “if- if you stop now, man, I’ll- fuck -I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hey Quinn. Y’know that thing I just shoved into your tight little ass? That? That was just a toy, way smaller than my circumcised dick.” I slowly stroke my penis, spitting into his now barely-opened butthole. I first started by running the length of my cock along his butt crack, as if I was foreshadowing where he would be fucked. I then began slowly sliding my penis inside his butt hole, no lube or lotion required- just loads of pre-cum, and a little bit of spit.

Quinn’s breath stuttered when I pressed into him- body tensing, then melting with a shuddering moan as his fingers clawed at the tile. “Fuck- fuck -” his voice cracked, high and desperate, as he arched his back even more, so as to take me even deeper. The stretch burned in the best ways, his thighs trembling where they repeatedly smacked against mine, sweat dripping down his spine.

“Ohh- hah -oh fuuuuuck yeah,” his laugh came out wet and wrecked, muffled against his forearm. “You- ~ah~ -you feel huge,” he slurred, hips twitching helplessly. “God, Daddy- please -please don’t-” he moaned, “Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop; it feels sooo fucking good.” Quinn’s nails scraped against the porcelain, leaving faint marks as he fought to stay still, so as to let me ruin him exactly how I wanted.

The bathroom air was thick with Quinn’s ragged gasps, his body trembling as he pushed back against me despite the tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. Every inch of him screamed stop- his fingers clawing at the tile, his breath coming in those sharp, punched out hitches, and the loud, extensive moans that continued to escape him- but his hips stuttered greedily, betraying how badly he wanted more. The pain blurred into something electric, intoxicating, and when I thrust even deeper, Quinn’s moan cracked into a horny sob, his cock dripping untouched between his thighs. He was unraveling, split open and desperate, probably torn between begging for mercy and pleading for me to ruin him completely. His throat worked around slight pleas, his body arching like a bowstring pulled too tight- beautifully broken, beautifully mine.

The sharp sting of each slap of between our thighs, along with every time I fucked him even further, had Quinn biting his lip to stifle his moans, but it only made his body tremble harder- every thrust driving him closer to the edge. His fingers scrabbled at the tile, nails leaving faint scratches as he pushed back desperately, his voice breaking into an innocent whimper. “Daddy- fuck -I can’t-” His breath hitched when I angled in a different way, trying harder to go even deeper, his thighs shaking violently . “I’m gonna ~haaaah~ I’m gonna cum untouched if you keep- oh god ~auggh~ oh my fucking god -keep doing that.”

The admission spilled out raw and wrecked, his cock dripping onto the tile beneath him. He didn’t even care about how pathetic he sounded- how utterly ruined he was -just arched his back further, begging silently for more with every ragged gasp.

I began thrusting faster and faster, smacking Quinn’s butt cheeks whenever he would moan until he eventually quieted down like a good boy. I then reached under his stomach and stroked his cock generously to try and help him finish. “Here you go baby boy, don’t thank me,” I moaned. I kept shoving my penis deeper and deeper and ended up releasing a substantial amount of cum inside his butt hole. After releasing my final little bit of cum, I finally pulled out, causing Quinn to sigh in relief.

I then sat on the toilet and began stroking my penis while I patted my thighs, indicating that Quinn needed to come and sit on me. He felt the need to be extra submissive towards me, considering the way I had just so dominantly ruined him, waiting for me to tell him he is allowed to sit. “No need to ask,” I said, flattered, as he sits his newly ruined butt hole right on my penis. I enjoyed the feeling of his perfect, athletic butt cheeks pressing right up against my thighs.

We remained in this seated, sexual position for a few moments. “You’re so fucking cute, Quinn,” I said whilst my cock was still deep inside his hole, “God, I always dreamed of this…” This makes him smile, perhaps flattered by my comments.

“Alright, let’s go,” I stated. Quinn seemed confused at first, but he caught on pretty quick, and began bouncing on my cock as I penetrated him over and over again. Quinn's perfect ass cheeks were constantly patting up against my thighs, making me cum a second time. I came even deeper inside his beautiful hole this time, and did so while my cock was vertical and up his small asshole. As he bounces on me, I grasp his perfect butt cheeks; one hand per cheek. I noticed that his cock was throbbing, which meant that he was probably about to cum. I ordered him to go onto his knees once again, fingertips pushing against the floor as if he were a frog. He stuck his tongue out for me, and I stroked my cock very fast before I ejaculated my entire load all over the place. Most of my load landed inside of his mouth, but some amounts ended up on his face and hair. “Heh… yeah, open wide, Quinny,” I snickered. Before he gets the chance to respond, or even begin to process the order he was just given, I shoved my cock straight inside his mouth, so that he can easily lick me clean. Once again, Quinn ejaculated all over the floor, his cock dripping constantly as I penetrated his mouth.