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Chan coughs on the smoke he inhales. A bubbling laugh from Felix catches him off-guard.
“Was that your first ever hit?” Felix asks.
He nods wordlessly, mesmerized by the beautiful boy haloed in the club fluorescent lights.
“Let’s see what other firsts of yours I can take, old man.”
Tiny hands wrap around Chan’s wrist, pulling him along.
“Where are we going?” he asks as the blond ducks and weaves through the crowd with ease.
“Bathroom,” Felix tosses over his shoulder.
A shiver of anticipation slides down Chan’s spine as a dingy door swings open before him.
The bathroom is poorly lit, but not enough to hide the grime. One guy is at a urinal and another is smoking under a cracked window.
Felix walks past them without a second glance. Not the slightest flicker of surprise crosses their faces, Chan notes.
They enter a stall together.
From inches away the beautiful boy smiles at him and Chan wonders how old he is. Early twenties, maybe. Young enough for Chan to be his father.
“Let’s pick another first for you. Ever sucked someone off in a club bathroom?”
Chan shakes his head mutely and Felix smiles wider.
“Then get down on your knees, old man,” he says in a low voice. His hands are already undoing his fly.
Chan’s knees hit the floor before he thinks about the tacky, stained tile beneath them. Whatever. He can burn these pants later. Right now this boy is all that matters.
Felix’s cock is like him - small, tan, beautiful. He taps it against Chan’s nose with a giggle.
“Is it true what they say about big noses?” he asks.
Chan smiles up at him and buries his nose against the shaft, inhaling the scent, sweat and the musk of sex. He feels dizzy.
“Wanna take it out and show me?” Felix continues, eyes burning hot. “Let everyone who comes in get a show from under the stall door?”
Chan’s hand moves slowly to his own fly. Felix tracks the movement like a kitten with a bug and gasps in delight at what he sees.
It’s big, and Chan is old enough that even with how turned on he is right now, he’s still only half hard. Felix coos at him.
“Go on, old man. I want you to touch it while you get your face fucked in the club bathroom for the first time.”
Chan wraps his hand around his own dick and his mouth around Felix’s.
His eyes are locked on Felix’s face as he easily sinks to the base, the tip just barely teasing at his throat.
One small hand cards through Chan’s grey hair and takes a firm hold. Felix doesn’t start slow. He bucks his hips hard and rough into Chan’s face, setting a quick pace. It’s all Chan can do to keep his teeth from scraping along the shaft.
Involuntarily, his hand tightens around his own cock, still only partially hard. It feels so good to be used, and he moans louder than he expected. Drool is starting to drip past his lips and down his chin.
“Fuck,” Felix grunts. “That’s it. You were meant for this. Too bad it took so long for you to realize what a slut you are, old man.”
A whine bubbles up, and Chan is almost fully hard now but he feels like he could cum any second. The cock in his mouth tastes like heaven.
There’s a laugh from outside the stall.
“Who’ve you got on his knees in there, Lixie?”
Chan’s eyes roll up to meet Felix’s above him. He’s grinning wide and bright, radiating youthful joy like the sun, and Chan would rather go blind than look away.
“Didn’t get a name,” Felix calls back. “Been calling him ‘old man.’” He’s still fucking into Chan’s mouth, but at a more leisurely pace than before. Chan takes the respite to enjoy the shape and weight of Felix’s small cock on his tongue.
There's another sharp cackle from the other side of the partition, and from the corner of his eye Chan can see a shadow move closer across the floor.
“Damn, the old man is packing,” the voice hums.
Chan’s cock twitches at the praise, finally fully erect. Felix reaches behind his head and unlocks the stall door. It swings open to reveal another young blond, taller and with several inches of dark roots showing.
He’s holding a lit joint in between long, slender fingers.
“Wanna join in, Hyunjinnie?” Felix grunts. He looks down at Chan again. “Would that be another first for you, old man? A threesome?”
Chan nods weakly, nose rubbing into Felix’s pubic hair. The two boys standing over him laugh in sync. They’re young and beautiful and too good for him. Chan feels disgusting, on a dirty bathroom floor with a cock in his mouth, still buzzed from his earlier hit.
He’s never been so aroused in his life.
“Hmm, I dunno, Lix. I just came in to have a smoke and take a piss. I wasn’t planning on helping you with one of your strays, especially one this old,” Hyunjin says teasingly.
Felix pouts at him and Hyunjin takes a drag from his joint, blows it into Felix’s face and follows it with a kiss. Chan’s cock throbs in his hand and he has to grip the base tight to stop himself from cumming on the cracked tile.
“Okay, baby,” Hyunjin says. “Let’s ruin him.”
Felix slides his cock out of Chan’s mouth and Chan mourns the loss. Spit trails down his chin, drips onto the boring button-down he wore. He might as well have worn a sign saying “old and uncool,” he thinks.
Felix is dressed brightly, patterns and jewelry that flash and swirl in the dim lights. Hyunjin’s outfit consists mostly of dark lace over smooth skin.
Hyunjin bends down and slides the joint between Chan’s parted lips.
“Hold this for me,” he whispers before stepping around Chan’s kneeling form. He’s undoing the fly of those lace pants and Chan reaches for the soft cock that’s revealed before he can think.
Hyunjin laughs, loud and mean.
“Some of us don’t need help to aim yet, old man,” he sneers. And he steps up to the toilet bowl.
Chan can feel his ears burning with embarrassment. With a sunny giggle, Felix pinches his cheek.
“Take a hit off Hyunie’s joint to punish him for messing with you,” he says faux-softly. Hyunjin grumbles as his stream hits the bowl, but doesn’t actually object. “It’ll help you relax for what’s next.”
The cherry flairs bright as Chan inhales, fighting not to cough as the smoke burns his throat, his lungs. He starts to exhale, but Felix snags the joint and slams his mouth down over Chan’s. If Chan weren’t already kneeling his knees would have given out.
The smoke pours out between the tangle of their lips, tongues, teeth. Felix is relentless, sucking Chan’s tongue as if it were his cock, and Chan feels dizzy. His hips buck helplessly into his fist and he sighs softly into the kiss.
Felix draws back and Chan goes to follow him up, only to stop with a wince. His knees have locked up after so long spent on the cold, grimy tile.
From Felix’s sly smile, he knows exactly what the problem is. He takes a long drag and waits.
Chan struggles to his feet, groaning quietly.
With a knowing laugh, Hyunjin turns to them, not bothering to tuck himself back into the black jock strap that’s visible through the lace. A drop slides off the tip, hits the floor, and Chan wonders when was the last time this place saw a mop.
“Trouble getting up?” Hyunjin asks with mock innocence. He glances down at Chan’s cock, which is starting to soften again. The shame churns in Chan’s gut. They’re so young. So vibrant. A grey haired man who can’t keep it up has no business being here. Being with them.
“Turn around and drop your pants,” Felix purrs. “We’ll need to prep you well for this.”
The air in the bathroom is too stagnant and warm for Chan to get goosebumps when his trousers hit the floor, but he still feels a shiver run up his spine. The feeling of greedy eyes fixed on his vulnerable body is tough to shake.
"Damn, nice cake, daddy," Felix hums appreciatively. Chan feels his dick twitch and his knees knock together at the words.
A hand grips his buttocks, spreads him open. Fingers trail down the cleft of his ass and pause to tease at his dry, furled hole. He wants to jerk away from the unspoken threat just as badly as he wants to rock back into them.
"Please," Chan whispers. Hyunjin laughs.
"Don't worry, old man, we'll get you nice and wet," he says mockingly. And then Chan hears the squelch as someone, probably Hyunjin but there's no way to know with his face pressed to the bathroom stall door, gathers saliva in his mouth, the sharp sound as he spits it directly onto Chan's hole.
Felix groans. "Fuck, that's hot, Hyunie."
"Come on, baby, we need more or our poor old man here isn't going to have a good time."
Chan turns his head and fuck. Hyunjin has his hand out under Felix's chin and Felix is drooling spit into it. It drips over his full, pink lips, shining in the dim lighting as it pools in the palm of Hyunjin's large, elegant hand. Chan feels his ears heat up as he realizes just where those long fingers are about to go.
Hyunjin smirks at him.
"Deep breaths, old man," he orders as he brings his spit-slick fingers to Chan's entrance. They probe more carefully than Chan expected, teasing in a slow circle around the rim before the tip of one presses inside in time with his exhale.
Hyunjin pulses his finger gently inside, curling it in time to the faint beat of music audible through the bathroom door. Chan feels the flush spread from his ears to the back of his neck, and he lets out a broken gasp as Hyunjin crooks his finger just right, stroking it over Chan's prostate. His softened dick pulses to life yet again. Felix lets out a low chuckle.
"Ready for another, old man?" he asks. Chan moans in response, but it's obviously not the answer Felix wanted, because he buries his hand in Chan's grey hair and pulls his head backwards, away from the stall door. Felix's hot mouth slants over Chan's and he whimpers into it.
"Yes, please, another," he begs against the slippery tongue lapping at him. Hyunjin hums and slips a second finger in alongside the first.
It has been years since Chan actually bottomed. He'd forgotten the sweet ache of being stretched open, how the body resists the intrusion at first, but welcomes it, draws it in deep after the tight circle of muscle is breached.
Hyunjin scissors his long fingers inside Chan, and the dam breaks.
"Please, please, faster. More," Chan begs. Hyunjin ducks in where Felix is still inches from Chan's lips and presses a kiss to the other blond's mouth.
"He's perfect, Lixie," he groans. "Tell me you have lube in your bag." Felix laughs delightedly and gives him another kiss before popping the joint back between Hyunjin's pouty lips.
"Last drag is yours," he says cheerfully before he steps back and begins to dig in the zippered pouch at his waist.
Hyunjin only looks fondly exasperated as he inhales deeply. The cherry glows red, so close to Chan's cheek. For a second Chan imagines how it would feel pressed to his skin. Would it leave a scar?
Then Hyunjin exhales the smoke from his nose, elegant and sophisticated, and Chan coughs again. Hyunjin grins wickedly as Felix plucks the roach from his lips and tosses it into the toilet bowl.
"You really are new to this shit, aren't you," Hyunjin says, and the humiliation burns his cheeks as badly as the tip of the joint would have. He nods meekly.
"Here we are!" Felix tells them triumphantly, holding a small bottle aloft. Chan whimpers, and Hyunjin coos at him.
"Hurry up, Lix, he's dying for more. Aren't you, old man?" he teases, and Chan nods helplessly.
Felix pops the cap and unceremoniously drizzles the lube over where Hyunjin's two fingers are still spreading Chan open. It's cold. Chan gasps and rocks backwards against them, seeking more.
Another finger prods at his rim. This time it's a real stretch, almost burning, but Hyunjin keeps his pace slow and steady and Chan relaxes into it with a contented sigh.
"Fucking look at him," Felix says admiringly, "opening up so well for us. How does he feel, Jinnie?"
Chan blinks his eyes open, unsure when he closed them, to find Felix stroking his little cock, eyes fixed hungrily on Chan's ass.
"So silky and slippery and hot, like a dream. But I think he should take all four before we start fucking him, just to be safe," Hyunjin replies, intent on his task.
Four. Chan can't even imagine how open and loose he'll be after taking four of Hyunjin's long, knobby fingers. But he saw Hyunjin's cock earlier. Felix might be small, but Hyunjin is not. If he's going to take them both, he needs the prep.
"Please, more," he pleads again, and Hyunjin obliges. His pinky presses against Chan's rim, edging in carefully. Chan can feel it as his rim gives way and his body sucks Hyunjin's fingers deeper.
"Taking it so well, daddy," Felix purrs, pressing kisses to Chan's slack mouth. Hyunjin keeps pumping all four fingers inside him, and Chan can feel himself relaxing, opening even further. He giggles, almost delirious with wanting.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck me," he pants out in time with Hyunjin's movements, only to regret it when he feels so terribly empty when Hyunjin's fingers slide out of him.
"How do you want him, baby?" Hyunjin asks Felix, pumping Felix's little cock with his messy hand, lubing him up.
Felix glances around the stall, assessing, before slamming the toilet lid down and perching atop it, legs spread wide, small, firm cock jutting up proudly. Chan is still only half-hard, and the embarrassment of it pools hot in his belly as Hyunjin pulls his limp body away from the stall door and manhandles him onto Felix's lap.
He feels Felix's hands spread his cheeks, and without any further warning, he's pushed and pulled by them both backward onto Felix's cock.
It's the best thing he's ever felt in his life.
Felix's little cock doesn't make Chan feel full, really. But it presses against his prostate just right. His half-hard dick gives another twitch, and Hyunjin chuckles.
"Lean back, old man, Lixie's got you," he murmurs, large hands gently lifting Chan's thighs and pressing them toward his chest.
Slender arms wrap around Chan's shoulders, pulling him tight to Felix's body. He's so petite, but Chan can feel his core flex to take the extra weight and oh god. Chan feels almost as small as Felix looks, sandwiched between these young men. Delicate, fragile, even though he's so much older, so much more muscled.
It's a stronger rush than the few hits he took from their blunts. He could get addicted to this feeling.
Hyunjin kneels on the dirty tile between Felix and Chan's knees. Chan mentally winces for those pretty lace pants. Hyunjin is lanky, just tall enough that he's able to notch the head of his cock against Chan's entrance where he is already spread around Felix's shaft.
He presses forward slightly, and Chan feels his loosened rim stretch. He was so well prepped on Hyunjin's fingers that it doesn't hurt at all. The head slides in.
"Ahhh!" Chan hears himself moan, high and breathy.
"Fuck," Felix rumbles from beneath him, his chest pressed tight to Chan's back. "Make him make that sound again, Jinnie."
Hyunjin smiles and pulls back until the head of his cock pops free. Then he pushes in. Chan whimpers once more.
"Ah, ah, please!" he begs.
"That's it, daddy, keep making those pretty noises for us," Felix purrs in his ear.
"Ready for more?" Hyunjin asks with a grin. Felix wraps small, strong fingers around Chan's jaw, presses a kiss to his cheek. His lips are soft. There's nothing Chan can do but let out a soft keening sound of desperation as his cock leaks precum onto his shirt.
"Give it to him, Hyunjin," Felix demands and Hyunjin pushes in another few inches. It's a tight fit. This time it's Felix who moans.
"Feels good, doesn't it, daddy? Having us both inside you? Filling you up? You're squeezing us so well."
Chan nods helplessly and Felix's fingers tighten at his jaw, force him to turn his head for another kiss. It's wet, filthy, the sounds echoing in the stall along with the squelching of the lube as Hyunjin works his cock deeper inside.
"Tell him. Tell him how good it feels," Felix growls into Chan's mouth. Chan pants softly as he tries to remember how to speak.
"'S good, feels good. So full and so…" Chan breaks off, unsure how to express it.
"So what, old man? Tell me," Hyunjin orders with a smirk. He looks like the devil incarnate, sweat dripping down his face and hair stuck to his forehead. His tongue darts out, swipes over those sinful lips, and Chan wants them on his.
"Please, I can't. I'm so… feel so…" Chan lolls his head side to side where it rests on Felix's shoulder. He can feel the tears welling in his eyes.
"Feel so what, daddy?" Felix whispers in his ear and Chan breaks.
"So small," he sniffles and the tears spill down his cheeks.
"Fuck, that's hot," Hyunjin grits out. "You okay?"
Chan nods helplessly, eagerly, and Felix presses a kiss to his temple. Chan knows it's where he's gone entirely grey and his cock throbs at the mental image, finally fully hard again.
"So good for us," Felix tells him with a sunny smile.
"Yes, good little cock sleeve, taking us both," Hyunjin hisses, grinding in deeper. "Almost got it all in, old man. Can you take it?"
"Yes please! Ah! Want it, want it all!" Chan cries out, feeling the stretch as Hyunjin's length slides in further, pressed tight to Felix's cock. It's delicious. He feels dizzy with need.
Both boys let out a sigh of satisfaction as Hyunjin bottoms out inside him. It's a musical harmony Chan wishes he could hear again and again, every day.
This time it's Hyunjin who leans in to kiss his forehead, and Chan tilts his head up, wet eyes begging for more. Their lips brush softly together, almost romantic, as if they aren't slightly stoned and fucking in a dirty bathroom stall.
"You ready for Hyunjinnie to fuck us both stupid?" Felix hums in his ear and Chan nods without breaking the kiss. A hand yanks at his hair, he can't even tell whose, and pulls him backwards.
"Words, daddy," Felix laughs.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please!" Chan sobs. Hyunjin obliges. His hips roll, cock sliding out and back in, and Felix rocks himself up into Chan in tandem with him.
They've definitely done this together before.
The idea makes Chan feel even smaller, more disgusting, but in a way that makes his stomach roll with nauseating desire. How many older men have they picked up together and fucked, maybe in this very stall? How pathetic is he that he wishes he could be the one they'd keep?
"God, you feel so good against me, Lixie," Hyunjin moans, and Chan feels the shame roll in his gut. He's more like a toy to them than a person, and that's sick but it feels so good.
"Yes, yes, yes," Felix chants in his ear. "So tight. How do we look, Hyunjinnie?" One of his small hands drops to Chan's ass-cheek, pulling it aside to give a better view of his stretched hole. Chan watches as Hyunjin's eyes drop to fix on where he and Felix are splitting Chan open.
"We look fucking perfect, baby," Hyunjin tells them breathlessly. He's thrusting harder, Felix matching his rhythm, and Chan feels the tell-tale coiling building in his stomach. He won't last much longer.
"Hear that, daddy? We're perfect together. Your hole looks so pretty around our cocks. And look at your big, fat, useless cock bouncing. So sexy, daddy," Felix says between gasps. Chan glances down, and Felix is right. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach with each of the blonds' thrusts. The shame is burning in his chest and he sniffles and chokes out the one thought ringing in his mind.
"I'm good? I'm good for you?"
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Hyunjin gasps, hunching his shoulders.
Felix nips lightly at Chan's ear, and he can feel the younger man's smile against the skin of his neck. It sends a frisson of pleasure down Chan's spine, straight to his cock. He's so close.
"Yes, such a good boy, daddy, do you hear that? You're gonna make Hyunjin cum."
Chan's eyes roll back and he cums violently. It splatters against his shirt, some of it even landing on Hyunjin. He feels himself pulse around their cocks, and Hyunjin's entire body shudders above him.
"Cumming," Hyunjin breathes out, and the wet heat that fills Chan is divine. He feels so good, so full, and so small and floaty.
"Don't pull out yet, I'm close," Felix bites out, thrusting harder from below them. Hyunjin whimpers and goes boneless, his weight pressing down on Chan, and by default on Felix.
"Fucking cunt," Felix laughs. "Fine, pull out, you big baby."
Hyunjin does so with a sigh of satisfaction, pressing a kiss to Felix's cheek and then another to Chan's before sitting back on his haunches.
Chan can feel himself dripping around Felix's small cock. His own cock flops limply against his balls. A wet squelching sound fills the stall with each of Felix's rough thrusts.
Hyunjin holds up his phone.
"Can I?" he asks. Chan feels the flush burn at his ears. The implication is clear, but he doesn't know how to answer. He wants it, but that makes him feel like he can't say it.
"You want to see what you look like, ruined and dripping, just a little slut for us, daddy?" Felix huffs into his ear, speeding up. With tacit permission granted, Chan crumbles.
"Ahhh, yes, please, please take it!" He begs Hyunjin, who laughs and obliges. The shutter sound echoes in Chan's ears along with Felix's low groan as he spills even more cum inside Chan.
Chan has never felt so perfect in his entire life.
Felix keeps his arms wrapped around Chan, his cock slowly softening inside him.
"Good boy, daddy," he whispers low and warm against Chan's neck, and Chan can feel himself blushing.
With a wicked grin, Hyunjin spins his phone around for them to look.
"A very good boy indeed," he chuckles.
Chan gasps. The photo is easily the most lewd picture of himself he's ever seen. He doesn't take nudes very often, and even if he did, there's no way a naked mirror selfie with a half-chub could compete with this.
His thighs are spread high and wide. He hadn't even realized he was holding them up and apart with his own hands. His hole, sloppy and leaking, gapes around Felix's small cock. His own dick is soft, resting against his balls and dripping cum. Cum is splattered all the way up his shirt, and Felix's arms are locked around his chest.
But worst of all is Chan's face. It's a hectic red. His eyes are unfocused, his tongue peeking out, drool sliding down his chin. He looks utterly fucked out. And next to him, Felix's perfect youthful face, a scattering of freckles and a smile like… like…
Like he's in love, a tiny voice whispers.
Felix presses a kiss to Chan's neck as his cock slides out with a squelch.
"We look incredible."
Hyunjin offers a hand. Chan takes it and stands, knees wobbling. He has to get out of this stall, away from these boys. They didn't deserve a creepy old man taking advantage of them in the club. He's such a monster.
He gathers his pants up, trying to stuff one leg into them. He staggers slightly and Felix grabs his elbow to steady him.
"Hey. No rush, daddy. Let us help you," he says seriously. Chan thinks he might be sick.
"I'm okay," he mumbles, tugging the slacks up. The knees are stained from where he knelt on the grimy floor and sucked Felix's cock. What if he can't get the stains out? Tears gather in his eyes, and he swipes at them angrily.
"Are you sure?" Hyunjin frowns. Chan nods vigorously, but his head feels woozy, stuffed with cotton and the movement makes him stagger against the stall divider. He sinks to the ground, huddling in on himself.
Disgusting. Useless. Utterly depraved of him, preying on pretty young men who have their whole lives, the whole world ahead of them. He is vile, the lowest of the low.
Large hands close around his shoulders.
"Lix, he's dropping. You have any sweets in your bag?" The voice is calm, low and steady.
The hands pull him tight to a body.
"There we go. It's okay. We're here. We've got you. That was a lot to go through, huh?"
Another set of hands appear, holding something in front of his face. Chan blinks the tears away and focuses, slightly cross-eyed, on the half unwrapped Tim Tam being waggled under his nose.
"Eat this," Felix says firmly. Chan opens his mouth, takes a bite of the biscuit, chews. Swallows.
"Another." Felix's tone is still gentle, but brooks no argument. Chan repeats the process.
Hyunjin's hands move up and down his arms soothingly.
"Good job. Keep doing that until you're ready to talk, okay? Just let us take care of you."
Chan feels his heart tighten in his chest cavity. He takes another bite without being prompted.
Now Felix's smaller hands are on him too, slowly carding through his hair. Chan closes his eyes, leans in to the touch. They stay like that for what feels like an eternity.
"How did you know I like Tim Tams?" Chan finally asks. His voice sounds like a rusty hinge. Felix takes his jaw, using it to tilt his head up and place a kiss on his forehead.
"I just knew," he whispers.
Hyunjin squeezes Chan tightly.
"You did good. Don't feel ashamed for enjoying it. There's nothing wrong with you," he says firmly.
"You should have someone younger. Someone better. I shouldn't…" Chan begins.
"You should." Hyunjin's voice is firm. "In fact, you should have another first tonight. Lix baby… can we take him home?"
Felix's smile is absolutely blinding.
"I was about to ask the same thing. Come on, let's call a ride. You can come home with us, and we'll get properly high and eat a million snacks and cuddle until dawn."
"And what then?" Chan feels like he can't breathe.
"Hopefully, daddy lets us spoil him again. And again. And again. Until you would never even think about trying to run off on us afterwards," Felix says very seriously, but his eyes are sparkling. Chan nods.
"That sounds… perfect."
He lets Felix help him stand, and blushes as Hyunjin stands as well, pressing him tightly between them. One of them unlocks the stall door, and they all half-tumble out. Two girls are standing entwined in front of the bank of urinals.
"Hey, Yeji," Hyunjin says casually. "What are you doing in here?"
"Women's bathroom was too crowded," says one of the women. She leans in to press a kiss to the other's lips. "I need space to worship a woman like Chaeryeong. Stop cockblocking me and take him home already."
Felix laughs.
"Took the words right out of my mouth." He wraps a hand around Chan's wrist and another around Hyunjin's, pulling them along.
"Come on. I bet you've got a lot more firsts, and I want all of them," he singsongs. Hyunjin gives an indignant squawk, and Felix laughs again. "We want all of them," he corrects himself.
Chan follows. He can't wait for his next first with these two. It's going to be spectacular.