VIKTOR COULDN’T HOLD IT - I stayed and kept sucking him.

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Primera edición: 2026

VIKTOR COULDN’T HOLD IT

I stayed and kept sucking him.

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After the Meeting

I’ve shut the laptop. The meeting with Viktor Lang ran long, and I want to switch off. It was a hard one. In the end we both came out of it satisfied. He left a while ago; I stayed behind closing the deal with his people.

I pick up the phone and the jacket. Before I leave the hotel I stop at the toilet. I’ve needed a proper piss since mid-afternoon.

I go in. The bathroom is large, marble, a vase of flowers by the sinks. There are three urinals. A man is pissing at the middle one.

I take the urinal next to him. I know him as soon as I look. It’s Viktor. He sees me too. We start to say hello and it comes out wrong, both of us standing there with our cocks out.

“Hello, Viktor.”

“Hello,” he says, low.

“The meeting ran on in the end. I couldn’t hold it any more. I came straight here.”

“Yes. I needed the toilet too. I was bursting.”

He’s a big man. Heavy-built. About sixty. Six foot. Two hundred and forty pounds on him properly, the kind that fill a jacket and don’t hide it. Shaved head, a dull sheen under the white light. Broad face. Thick neck.

He has presence. I’ve always found him very attractive, and I’ve always liked that body: the neck, the belly, the way he fills a suit. More than once, at home, I’ve jerked off and come thinking about him.

He’s in a dark suit, white shirt, a green tie with the knot loosened. He stands with his legs apart. One hand on his cock. The other on the marble. The stream comes out of him hard and steady, against the porcelain.

I take my cock out. I start to piss. It comes with some force. Out of the corner of my eye I see his hand: thick fingers, wide knuckles, a gold signet on the right hand.

He’s holding it in his whole hand, thick fingers closed around the middle of the shaft, aiming it into the urinal. Between his fingers it looks fat. The skin on the shaft is loose, warm, easy to slide. The ...