My Straight Friend Fucked Me Standing Up in a Club Bathroom

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.Previous part hereIt was evening. I felt something disturbing in the air, maybe it was the deafening silence that Cody hadn't broken with a single text message all day. I stood in front of the wardrobe in just a towel, wondering if I should go to the party at all. But I didn't want to sit alone. I needed people. Bodies. I needed to remind myself that there was a world outside Cody.I put on black pants, loose enough not to reveal what I was wearing underneath. And underneath? Jockstraps. The front was covered, my ass completely bare. I wasn't in the mood for subtlety today.This was supposed to be a night without inhibitions.As I left the apartment, I glanced at my phone one last time. Nothing. Empty.So I left.The club was overflowing with light, sweat, and warm bodies. The dance floor was swarming with torsos, hips, and glances. I didn't know anyone, and it was exciting. I entered the crowd, moving to the rhythm of the music, letting myself be guided by the pulse of the bass. I felt someone's hand on my hip, then another, and I moved away, not letting it start. Not yet.My phone vibrated. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen.Cody: “What club are you at?”My heart beat faster.I replied. Shortly. No emojis.“Flesh. Downtown.”I went back to the dance floor and closed my eyes. Maybe he was already somewhere nearby. Or maybe I just didn't want to wait any longer.I had the feeling that someone was watching me. As if his gaze was piercing me between my shoulder blades, even in the darkness. For a moment, I tried to spot him in the crowd, but it was pointless, with the flashes, smoke, bodies, sweat. I decided to go to the bathroom.The toilets were as usual in this club, stuffy, covered with black plastic, with loud music seeping through the walls. I entered one of the stalls and opened the door slightly. I didn't close it. I never do. Maybe out of habit. Maybe out of hope.I unzipped my pants and pushed my buttocks forward slightly. I felt the air on my bare buttocks. The jockstrap fit perfectly.And then, a quiet click.The door opened.“Don't turn around,” I heard his voice.I froze. My heart stopped.The door closed. The sound of a lock turning. Cody.I felt him behind me, his body barely touching me, yet I could feel every inch of him. He leaned down and bit my ear.“Did you fight with her again?” I whispered, standing there mesmerized.“No,” he replied quietly. “This time, I was the one who needed some space.”His breathing was heavy.“I want to fuck you. Here. Now.”I didn't protest. I slid my pants down to my thighs.“Really?” he muttered with amusement. “Jockstraps?”“At least I have something,” I replied and stuck my ass out even more.I heard him take something out of his pocket. The rustle of plastic.Lube.Then his fingers. With one movement, he slid them between my buttocks.“Fuck, Matt,” he growled. “Still wet from last time?”I didn't answer. Because then I felt him slide inside me. Slowly. Deeply.Cody entered me with one confident movement, as if he no longer had any doubts about who I belonged to. I let out a quiet moan, resting my hands against the cold wall of the stall. He pressed me hard, his hips digging into my ass with a force that said one thing: he had no intention of being gentle.“I missed you so much, Matt,” he hissed in my ear. “All day long, all I could think about was stretching you out again.”Each thrust sent waves through my body. He was hard, hot, deep. He pounded me from behind with increasing force, and I just reached up higher with my hands so I wouldn't lose my balance. “You know what you look like in those jockstraps?” he gasped, grabbing my hips harder. “Like a whore who came here to get fucked.”I clenched my teeth. He knew too well how that tone worked on me.“And you?” I croaked, tilting my head back. “Who did you come here as? A straight guy in love?”He growled and pushed me so hard that I moaned loudly. He didn't stop moving, didn't slow down for a moment.I could feel his movements becoming chaotic. As if he was fighting himself. His fingers dug into my skin, his stomach hitting my buttocks. He was losing control. But he didn't slow down. And he didn't let me escape an inch.I didn't want to escape.We were already on the edge. Cody was breathing heavily, almost growling in my ear. His every movement was faster, more desperate. My ass was pressing against his thighs, our breath mingling with the loud music booming from the club.And thenBANG BANG BANG.Someone started banging on the stall door.“Hey! Hurry up, people are waiting!” someone shouted in an irritated voice.I froze for a second, but Cody didn't even slow down. He pulled out for a moment and then pushed back in deeper, harder than before.“Don't stop,” I growled. “Fuck me so hard they can hear me moan.”“With pleasure,” he hissed. And he did exactly what I asked him to do.My body slammed against the door with every thrust. The person on the other side stopped banging, as if they were listening. Maybe they stayed. Maybe they were imagining it. Or maybe they were jealous.Cody pulled me closer, kissing my neck, but he didn't slow down.“Fuck, Matt... wait... wait...” he moaned, biting his lip.I started to move back on his cock with such force that I didn't know who was fucking whom anymore. Then suddenly, his breath caught. He thrust one last time, completely, and shot inside me.We froze. We were both trembling as if the earth had stopped beneath us. Then there was just panting. Sweat running down my neck.Finally, Cody slid out slowly, put his hand on my neck, and then slid it down to my ass.“That was... something,” he muttered. “Incredible...”He smiled and zipped up his pants.And I stayed in the stall for a moment. Shaking. Full. And damn happy.The next parts of this series are on my Patreon