A Power Thing

When I entering the public bathroom, I only thought about taking a piss... I had been driving on the highways for hours, listening to a parliamentary debate on the state budget. While the rhetoric was agitated, the level of arguments exchanged was, as far too often, on the rather shallow side. Surprisingly, there was relatively little traffic on the road, and I made good time. At some non-descript rural place, far awayfrom any major city, I needed to pull off the highway to refill my car. Having stopped already, I went to the bathroom as well. Inside, I noticed that it was shaped somewhat unusually in that the urinal was installed at a ninety-degree angle from the stalls rather than across. I did not give this fact much thought when I unzipped my pants to take a piss. While watching my bodily liquids splash against the white porcelain, I heard someone move in the closest stall to my right. The doors were loosely fit, and I saw a middle-aged, rather tanned man in his mid-forties stand up. He was very fashionable in his appearance, well-kept, almost athletic, bespectacled, with a full head of greying hair. I assumed he was a senior banker, as he was wearing an expensive, grey designer suit, a white shirt, and a clearly identifiable yellow silk tie from a very famous and equally pricey French designer. However, his pants were down, covering his black leather shoes, exposing his well-shaped, moderately hairy legs. His rather large and fully erect penis was proudly held in his right hand, which he moved it only very slowly. I couldn't help but be aroused, and this was reflected in the state of my favourite appendage. Since no-one else was in the bathroom, I did not attempt to hide this fact and, to my surprise, I smiled at the man behind the door, while watching him play with his nicely bent, uncut cock. Prior to that day, I had, from time to time, fancied sex with another man, especially trying to imagine the feel of a penis around my lips, but---to that date---had never acted on this fantasy, except to swallow my own cum (which I kind of like) and to try, once, anal sex with my former girl friend's vibrating dildo (which I found sufficiently intriguing to remain open to the idea of a homosexual adventure or an MMF threesome). In this state of heightened tension, I moved a little closer to the stalls, took my balls into my left hand, massaging them slightly. Still, I was surprised, when he opened the door, reached out, and touched my dick with his hand. "Beautiful," was the only thing he said, while signalling me, with a subtle movement of his head and a warm smile, to follow him back to his stall. I did, and, while closing the door, he took a step towards, kneeled before me, starting to tenderly suck my penis, while he moved his left hand, underneath my legs, towards my anus, which he expertly stimulated, with just his fingertips inside me. With his right hand, he continued to slowly masturbate himself. He must have felt that, despite all my efforts to the contrary, I was approaching the point of no return. He stopped sucking me, untied himself, unbuttoned his shirt and presented me with his tanned, smooth, rather muscular chest, asking me to cum on his face. Watching porn movies, I had always dreamt of a girl that would be willing to let me do this to her, but---in the meantime---resigned myself to the fact that this remains a male, unreciprocated fantasy lived out in triple-x movies. Masturbating right above this man's face, whose name I never learnt, I started to seriously wonder where this attraction to cumshots came from. It must be a power thing, went through my head just before I released my juices over his face and gold-trimmed glasses. "Thanks," he said, while taking just a little taste of cum with the tip of his tongue, while releasing his load over the blue-and-white tile floor and my left shoe. I was about to go, when he took out a digital camera from his jacket, asking me to photograph him, looking down to him. A banker in his expensive suit, the open shirt, kneeling in a public toilet with now dripping cum all over his face. I took some three or four pictures, returned the camera, dressed myself, thanked him, and left the cubicle.