You feel the door to the stalls catch under who knows how many years of floor grime, the room beyond looking dim and empty. You decide to keep the lights off (Assuming the bulbs even still work) shutting the door behind you with a creak.

"Hey, bro..." You hear a whisper from the other side, just like you where told to wait. From the dim flashlight of your phone you can see a man waiting, bent over, in nothing more than a jockstrap. His breath is already hitched, excited to see you here, his back arching a little more, as if you needed the extra enticing.

"Good spot, right? Been waiting for a while... c'mon."

You can hardly believe this is happening - You make your way over, bending down and placing your palm along his back. The man had a nice round ass, and as your skin makes contact the other whimpers slightly, trying his best to keep his rump in the air and ready for you. Even in the darkness you can tell just how wound up he is, out in the open.

"Bro... please... don't make me beg for it."

The man under you moans, stifled, as you stick a finger against his hole and press it inside. He was already lubricated, already ready, and you can feel the muscles of his walls clench and try to keep you inside as you work in another digit. Even from just being fingerfucked the man under you loses his composure, his sounds getting louder and risking both of you getting caught.

Before you realize it the head of your cock is grinding against his hole, slipping inside without much resistance. You can feel your own breath catch now, while the man under you screams out from the penetration, his hips rocking and bashing against yours as you start to fuck him.

"Fuck... Bro... you're so fuckin huge..."

You can feel your knees grind into the tile floor, but that doesn't matter now...