Paul stumbled into the men's room, pausing to splash water on his
face. As he stared into the mirror, he noticed that his five o'clock
shadow had returned with a vengeance. For a moment, he could have
sworn that his eyes had flashed yellow. Man, he was REALLY drunk.
A sudden hard shiver went through him, taking his breath away, but not
in the bad way. His cock throbbed, bulging and instantly hard in his
jeans as a static sensation surged through every pore.
"Mmm..muh..man.." Paul muttered, shaking his head before standing
upright. Reaching into his jeans, he attempted to adjust himself into
a more comfortable position, and nearly hit his knees as that same
sensation blasted through him again when his fingers touched his hot
member, groaning helplessly.
In a nearby stall, the toilet flushed and the door opened. Paul forced
himself back to an upright position, again rinsing his hands and
trying to act natural. The other patron walked up to the row of sinks,
picking the one right next to him and smiling an all-too-knowing
smile. "Just about ready, huh?"
Paul looked over at him, mildly confused. He was a balding guy, middle
aged and small built. "Uhh..what?"
The man smiled, glancing down at Paul's crotch. Paul took a step back,
suddenly realizing that his cock was hanging out of his still open
fly. "Oh SHIT!" Paul said, blushing and hurredly trying to stuff his
dick back into his jeans, but wordlessly groaning as that same
damnable sensation shot even more strongly through him and his cock
got even harder.
"It's all good, pal," said the man, seemingly unbothered, smiling as
he stared at Paul's dick. "In fact..I think I'll join ya." Paul
watched in a mute bit of horror, his mind clouding a bit as the man
opened his fly and flopped his own member out, which quickly began to
spring to attention.
"Umm..dude?" Paul said, backing away, his legs still shaky and weak.
"I'm not gay."
The man smiled, surging forward and pressing against Paul. "You don't
have to be gay to like a good time."