Chris left the bathroom to find that his laptop and backpack remained untouched at his table. Head still spinning from recent events, he sat himself down in the booth and tried to remember what he had been doing before Aadrik ambushed him at the urinal. He pressed a button on his computer, bringing the screen back to life. The word processor was open to his art history notes. That's right, he had a midterm exam later this afternoon.
Well, nothing like a good-old-fashioned face-fucking session in a public bathroom for a study break, he thought. Chris felt his face flush, and he realized he was smiling. He began looking over his notes again, biding his time until Aadrik came out of the bathroom to join him. A few minutes passed before he noticed the door to the men's room swing open out of the corner of his eye.
He looked up to see Aadrik walking towards him. It seemed that his hard-on had indeed gone down, but it didn't make much of a difference in being noticeable. Aadrik's crotch looked like a large salami had been stuffed into the front of his pants. It was pushed slightly off to the side, presumably in order to make it fit alongside his proportionately large balls. Chris found himself wondering if he ever tried just wearing baggier pants. But what did he care? The state of his shrink-wrapped crotch, combined with the skin-tight t-shirt over his fitness-model physique, and seemingly perpetually-hard nipples–dude looked like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. And he was coming over to hangout with him.
"Hey," Aadrik said, smiling at him.
"What's up?" Chris replied.
Aadrik leaned over him, resting his hands on the table. Chris stared up into his dark, sparkling eyes.
"I stepped out of line when I saw you go into the bathroom, so I'm gonna get a drink real quick."
"Cool," Chris said.
"Don't go anywhere," Aadrik said, and rapped the surface of the table with his knuckles. He winked before he walked off towards the counter.
Chris closed his laptop and leaned back in his seat. There was no point in trying to focus on studying right now. He watched Aadrik as he stood in line with his back to him. His perfect, round ass, hugged by his jeans, was flexed on one side as he shifted his weight more onto one foot. He stood with his arms crossed, straining the fabric of his shirt across his back muscles. He was absolutely the hottest guy Chris had ever been with. He'd also never been with anyone so spontaneously as what just happened. He wondered if that was something Aadrik did often...
A few moments later, Aadrik was back at the table with whatever he had ordered. He pulled the chair out across from Chris and sat down.
"Well, I hope this is mine! They never get my name right," he said, and held up the cup so that Chris could see that the name "Eric" was written on the side. Chris chuckled. Aadrik took a sip. "Mmm, yeah that's good." He smiled and set the cup down. "I was feeling like a I needed a nap while I was standing there in the bathroom by myself. I think you sucked the life right outa me."
Chris blushed. "You sure you weren't just lightheaded from the all the blood flowing somewhere else?" he joked.
Aadrik's mouth dropped into an open grin. "Well, that might explain something." Aadrik stared at him so intently, it almost made him nervous. Finally, his date broke the silence. "So, are you a student? It looked like you were studying when I came in."
"Oh! Yeah, I was. I'm getting my master's in illustration at the Art Institute here. I have an art history exam this afternoon, so I was sort of cramming."
Aadrik raised his eyebrows and remarked, "Heh, that's not the only thing you were cramming."
Chris burst out laughing. "Shut the fuck up, dude..." He knew his face must be bright red.
Aadrik laughed. "Haha, sorry. But no shit, man, that's so cool!"
"Thanks," Chris replied, bashful.
Aadrik took another sip of his coffee, then abruptly set it down. "Oh fuck. I totally interrupted you didn't I?? Do you need to keep studying? I can go."
Chris smirked, "No, honestly it's fine. I'm pretty solid on all of it already. Plus there's only gonna be like, five slides on the test, and I think I have a good idea of which ones they might be. I have some time to hangout, it's cool."
Aadrik leaned back, relaxing again. "Okay, good."
Chris took a sip of his own drink. It was kinda cold by now. Oh well.
"You know, I actually sort of work at your school sometimes," Aadrik continued.
"Huh? You do? What do you mean?" Chris said, genuinely confused.
"Uhh," Aadrik said, pausing. He looked down a beat. "Well, I actually do some modeling for a couple of the classes. Like as a side gig."
Chris practically spat out his coffee. "Nuh uh. For real?? Like, do you mean the life-drawing classes?"
"Yeah," Aadrik confirmed.
"Nude???"
"Yeppp... you may have noticed that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."
"Yeah, no kidding," Chris scoffed. "Holy shit... I didn't think they allowed weapons on campus, though."
Now it was Aadrik's turn to burst out laughing. "Hah! Nice. Thanks." He took another sip of his drink. "So... does that bother you?"
Chris let out a breath. "No, not at all. I'm just surprised. Also... I'm taking a life-drawing workshop in a few weeks..."
"Oh, no way. Are you really?" Aadrik asked, grinning.
Chris nodded, eyebrows raised. He was suddenly picturing sitting at a drawing board, in a room full of other students, with Aadrik standing on a pedestal in the center. Disrobing... with his heavy equipment swinging between his legs for all to see.
"Well fuck..." Aadrik said, leaning forward in his seat. "Now I'm thinking about being there with you in the class... trying not to think about how I've been inside you..."
Chris wondered if his face had been anything but bright red since their conversation started. Aadrik stopped talking and lowered his hand behind the table, where Chris couldn't see, but he seemed to be adjusting something.
"Fuck. I'm getting hard again thinking about that," he huffed. Quickly, he got up from his chair and swung himself around to sit next to Chris on the booth side, moving his backpack out of the way.
Chris looked down at Aadrik's crotch beside him and let out an audible gasp. The man's enormous hog was now extended all the way down the right thigh of his pants, practically to the knee. Seeing it pressed against his leg like that, clearly outlined against the stretchy fabric, Chris felt he was getting a better idea of just how big it actually was. The thing had to be nearly a foot long, and might be as thick as his forearm. Now Aadrik really did look like a Tom of Finland drawing. It was unbelievable that any man could actually be blessed with that much meat between their legs. Chris felt himself salivating, and gulped.
"Can we change the subject?" Aadrik asked, with a tone of genuine concern in his voice. "I know I said a was an exhibitionist, but this is a little much, even for me. And I don't wanna start leaking through my jeans..."
Chris shook himself out of the daze he'd just fell into. "Yeah, yep. Mhmm," he said, bringing his gaze up from the absolute spectacle before him and meeting Aadrik's eyes. "So, uh. Ahem. So, Aadrik, does your name mean anything?"
Aadrik laughed. "That's such a white people question!"
"Oh! Sorry," Chris stammered. "Uh–"
"Haha, it's okay. But yes, it does mean something."
"So...?"
"It's Hindi. It kinda means: the sun rising between the mountains."
Chris immediately pictured the image, but then the sun became an enormous erection, and the two mountains turned into a pair of furry ass-cheeks in his mind. He giggled, and then explained to Aadrik what he had just imagined. Aadrik started laughing.
"You are so dumb! Haha, and who do the ass-cheeks belong to in this scenario?" he retorted.
"Me, I guess..." Chris returned.
Aadrik slapped him on the thigh. "Hey, the point here is to stop turning me on, remember?"
"That's right. Sorry," Chris said.
Aadrik changed the subject, and started asking Chris more about what he was studying. They avoided the topic of the life-drawing class going forward, and Aadrik's impressive boner eventually subsided. At least enough that it wasn't as immediately noticeable to literally anyone who happened to walk by.
They talked until they had both finished their drinks, and Chris realized what time it was.
"Hey, this has been really fun, but I have to go... my exam is in an hour and I have to stop home first before I head over to campus," he explained.
Aadrik's expression dropped. "Alright... No problem." Then he smiled, and went on, "This was fun. Can we do it again some time?"
Chris smirked, "What? You mean... surprise me at a urinal and then fuck my face in the bathroom stall?"
"Hahaha, well, I mean, we could," Aadrik suggested, shrugging.
Chris smiled at him, shaking his head. "Here." He took out his phone and handed it to Aadrik. Aadrik took it, typed his number into a new text conversation, and handed it back. Chris typed something out, there was a wooshing sound, and a moment later Aadrik's phone dinged in his pocket. "Now you have my number."
Aadrik took out his phone while Chris finished packing away his computer into his backpack. The message said simply: "Hey yoga teacher, this is Chris." Followed by a waving hand emoji. Aadrik smiled.
Chris threw his backpack onto his shoulders, and leaned down. He kissed Aadrik deeply on the mouth. There might've been some tongue. Upon parting, he said, "I'll see you soon."
"Yeah. See you later," Aadrik muttered, dazed from the kiss. He felt his groin throb, followed by the movement of his cock expanding down his thigh a bit. Again.
Chris winked at him before turning and walking away.
"Fuck," Aadrik muttered to himself. He crossed his left leg over his now rock hard boner, doing his best to hide it from the view of any unsuspecting café-goers' eyes, and watched as Chris walked out the door and down the street.
Chris was only halfway down the block when his phone dinged. He unlocked it to find a message from Aadrik that said: "Thanks for leaving me with this..." and was followed by a picture of his right leg with the clear outline of his massive hard-on plastered to his inner thigh. Then another message popped up that said: "Good luck with your test," with a winky-face at the end.
"Jesus fuck," Chris said to himself, looking at the picture of Aadrik's incredible bulge. He suddenly realized he might have to take a cold shower when he got home, or he'd never be able to focus on this test. Then he walked on.
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