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CHAPTER 4- FUCK YES... DON'T STOP NOW

Author: NABI CD
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 21:10:25

Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base to tip, watching as a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and trickled down over his thumb.

Damon let out a shaky, needy moan that echoed softly in the marble bathroom stall. “Fuck… yes, Mr Wale,” he breathed, hips twitching forward. “Just like that. Don’t stop now… your hand feels so good on me.”

The sound of his name in that wrecked, desperate voice sent a forbidden thrill racing down Logan’s spine. He stroked again, slower this time, feeling every inch, every ridge.

Wait! What the hell am I doing? Logan thought, staring at his own hand moving on another man’s cock. This wasn’t him. He had never touched another man like this. Never wanted to. Yet here he was, in a public bathroom stall, jerking off the same brat who had been tormenting him for days.

He froze, breath coming fast. His hand stopped moving.

“This… this is ridiculous,” Logan muttered, voice low and strained. He slowly pulled his hand away, stepping back until his back hit the stall wall. “I shouldn’t be touching you. This whole situation is fucked up.”

Damon’s eyes widened with desperation.

“Please… Logan, don’t leave me like this.” Damon’s eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed deep red. He looked utterly ruined already with his shirt open, pants pushed down his thighs, hard cock curving upward and leaking. “I’m so fucking horny it hurts. Look at me... I’m leaking for you. You can’t start something like that and just stop. Just this once. I need to cum so badly, I swear this will be the last time I seduce you. I won’t push anymore after tonight."

Damon’s pleading was raw and needy. He jerked his hips towards Logan helplessly, his leaking cock bobbing in the air. “You’re hard too. I can see it. I know you want this as much as I do. Just touch me again… please.”

Logan stood there, chest heaving, fighting himself. The air in the stall felt thick, heavy with the scent of arousal. After a long, tense moment, he cursed under his breath and stepped forward again. His hand returned to Damon’s cock, still a little awkward, unsure of the exact rhythm. He didn't know the amount of pressure another man needed.

Damon moaned encouragingly and wrapped his own hand over Logan’s, guiding him. “Tighter, baby… yes, like this,” he groaned, pumping their fists together. “Stroke me from the base all the way up… twist your wrist a little...ughh...Fuck! Fuck! that’s perfect.”

Logan quickly learned. His strokes grew bolder, smoother, more confident. Damon’s head fell back against the tiled wall, lips parted as filthy sounds poured out of him.

“God… this feels incredible! Fuck! your hand is so big.” Damon panted. “Faster, Logan. Jerk my cock just like that yes, fuck! You’re so good at this.”

The praise and filthy encouragement did something to Logan. His movements grew more confident, no longer needing Damon’s hand to guide him. He pumped harder, twisting slightly over the head on every upstroke, mesmerized by the way Damon’s cock leaked pre-cum over his fingers.

“You look so fucking sexy like this,” Logan thought, though he didn’t say it out loud. Damon’s head was thrown back, throat exposed, lips parted in constant moans as he fucked into Logan's fist desperately.

The sight made Logan’s own arousal burn hotter. He tightened his grip and pumped harder, then reached down with his free hand to cup and gently squeeze Damon’s balls.

Damon cried out loudly, “Ah—! Fuck yes, play with my balls… squeeze them harder while you jerk me off. You’re gonna make me cum so fast like this. I love how rough you are.”

His moans were getting dangerously loud, echoing through the bathroom. Logan could hear people outside.

Anyone could hear Damon’s shameless moans if they listened closely.

“Quiet,” Logan growled, but it only seemed to turn Damon on more.

“I can’t help it… your hands are driving me crazy. I’m such a dirty slut for you right now....fuck! I want to cum so bad for you.”

Logan’s cock strained painfully in his trousers. Without thinking, he pushed his middle finger into Damon’s mouth to muffle the noise. Damon’s eyes widened for a second, then darkened with lust. He sucked on the finger eagerly, tongue swirling around it like it was a cock, moaning vibrantly around the finger.

The wet heat and visual sent another surge of arousal through Logan. He pumped Damon’s cock faster, harder, completely lost in the sight.

Damon was trembling now, hips jerking erratically. “I’m so close… gonna cum… please don’t stop....mmm...so fucking close...”

A sharp knock suddenly sounded on the stall door.

Logan froze in panic, shame flooding through him like ice water. He was standing in a public bathroom stall with another man’s cock in his hand.

“Someone’s in here,” Logan called out, trying to sound calm. “I’ll be out soon.”

Damon, lost in pleasure, tried to keep going, desperately fucking Logan’s fist. “Don’t stop… I’m almost there...”

Logan quickly clamped his hand over Damon’s mouth. He glared at him and whispered angrily, “Dress up. Now.”

They hurriedly fixed their clothes in tense silence. Logan stepped out first, then Damon followed.

An obviously gay man in a flashy designer shirt and tight pants stood by the sinks, looking bored as he checked his reflection.

When he saw both of them emerge from the same stall, he let out a low whistle and winked knowingly.

Logan’s face burned with humiliation. He speed-walked out of the bathroom.

Damon followed, chuckling softly, and even winked back at the stranger.

In the parking lot, Logan rushed to his car, desperate to escape. He yanked the door open, but Damon hurried after him.

“Logan, wait,” Damon said, still breathing hard. “Don’t you want to finish what we started? My cock is still throbbing for you…”

Logan spun around, eyes blazing. “Are you out of your fucking mind? You can’t say shit like that out here in a public parking lot with people walking around!” Several groups were nearby, laughing and heading toward the club entrance. “You’re careless. Reckless. Nothing but a fucking ball of trouble.”

Damon stepped closer, voice low and tempting. “You liked touching me. I saw it in your eyes. You were hard the whole time.”

“Fuck off, Damon,” Logan snarled, getting into the car. “Keep your distance and stop dragging me into your gay shit.”

He slammed the door and sped off, tires screeching into the night.

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