1 Doyle: Toilet Break I

He was cool, collected and most of all, handsome. He is one of the few proficient workers in the Wellington Corporation and has never disappointed. Rayson was the definition of charming.

Just looking at him made my face flush. I could feel my legs growing wobbly as the heat from the pits of my stomach threatened to burn me from within.

I am Lenford Ruthard. I'm more or less average looking with light grey eyes and straight light brown hair. Even I was disappointed with my inferior looks.

I immediately turned on my heels as I dashed for the toilet when I made subtle eye contact with Rayson and he smiled at me. Upon reaching the toilet, I grabbed the handle of the nearest cubicle as I hurriedly entered it. I could feel my dick throbbing in my slacks.

I moaned as I shifted my position, my dick rubbed against the fabric of my underwear, stirring my arousal.

How could I possibly face him? I couldn't even stand my body. Just being within 5 metres of his range was enough to get me feeling this way.

I leaned limply against the cubicle door as I struggled to unbuckle my belt. My dossier and documents slipped from my arms as I moaned from the sudden pull of fabric as I bent down to collect my files.

My cheeks flushed as I felt the anxiety rising. What if someone heard me? This is such a terrible situation to be in... Worse... what if Rayson hears me?

At the thought of Rayson, my member pulsated and I felt my entrance tremble. I was close... but it was too embarrassing to admit. Even to myself. I hadn't even touched myself...

I bit down on my lower lips as I finally unbuckled my belt. I undid the button of my slacks as I pulled the zipper down. I dared a peek at my now sopping wet underwear. I gulped heavily as I kicked my folders to the side, giving up on picking them up.

I felt my face heat up as my ears caught the sound of my heavy breathing. I tried slowing my breath only to catch the sound of someone entering the toilet.

My voice hitched and got caught in my throat as I felt my heartbeat sky rocketing. No... I hope whoever it is uses the standing toilet! Don't use the cubicles!

As I felt the anxiety building in, the voice of the man made my heart flutter. It was Rayson! No way! This... this situation...

I was feeling both anxious and excited to be found. Just hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine. His low ringing voice echoed in the toilet as I shut my eyes, listening attentively. It sounded like the ringing of church bells.

It seemed that he was talking about work before he yelped a short curse. Someone was there with him. My eyes fluttered open as I noticed the white liquid in my palm.

"F*ck, man! Doyle! Stop staring! Give me some space! You're too close! Geez!" Rayson's voice echoed in the toilet, followed by the sound of a slightly lower pitch chuckle.

"Well, dude. I was just wondering why all the women in the office were so into you. Its not that big. But... maybe that boy who is always staring at you wouldn't mind." Doyle chuckled as he zipped up his slacks and backed away from Rayson, heading for the sink where he washed his hands.

"... Eww... That's disgusting. I never said anything because of my reputation but his adulation is just heavy." Rayson said as he zipped his slacks up and washed his hands. He then clicked his tongue before proceeding out the door, reminding Doyle that their break was almost up. Doyle only grunted an answer as he patted his hands dry, his gaze turning towards a certain cubicle door.

My heart sank as I heard the words escape from Rayson's lips. I knew he was straight but... I thought I at least had a chance... We always made eye contact and he was always nice to me...

Silence filled the toilet as I felt the tears welling up at my eyes. I felt so miserable... Almost as if Rayson had said everything I overheard straight to my face.

As I wallowed in my self-loathing, a rasp on my cubicle door jerked me back to the present. Wh-who?! Didn't they leave? Aren't the other cubicles empty?

As I mentally pondered the question, Doyle's low voice caught my attention.

"Hey, gay boy. You're in there, aren't you?" Doyle's voice echoed throughout the toilet. I felt my face flush from the embarrassment as I held back the tears from falling.

I said nothing as I cleaned myself up and pulled my slacks back up. I never expressively showcased my preference, but he had somehow knew. Yes, I was gay. But was it such a problem?

I gulped down the lump that was stuck in my throat as I reached for the bolt on the cubicle door. My hand hovered above it as I hesitated to open it.

Doyle's impatient knocking on the door interrupted my train of thought as my fingers brushed pass the bolt, unlocking the door. My eyes widened as I felt my face turning pale.

What... is he going to do to me? Is he going to threaten me to quit? Make fun of my sexuality? Make my life a living hell?

All the worse thoughts plagued my mind as I fell onto the toilet bowl, eyes peeled at the door which slowly creaked open.

Muscular and slender fingers held onto the frame of the door as I pressed my back further against the toilet bowl. Golden brown waves of hair came into view as my eyes locked with a pair of jade coloured eyes. My stomach clenched as I felt the blood draining from my face, he was smirking.