The next day I took off early for lunch again and headed over to the office building wanting to see my friend. My friend... hell I didn't even know his name, and yet, yet I felt close to him. Traffic was surprisingly light and I got there a bit earlier than I had in the past. I considered just sitting in my car and waiting for the normal time I went up to the Men's Room, but instead I got out of my car and headed to the elevator.
Once in the elevator I rode up to the floor and stepped out into the corridor. Taking my time I slowly strolled back to the left and then opened the door into the Men's Room. Immediately I noticed the door to the stall at the end was closed, so I quietly moved over to one of the nearby urinals and then listened.
I could tell by the sound and the hushed voices there were two men in the stall. Turning slightly I could see in between the panels of the stall, so by moving around a bit I could see what they were doing. The best I could tell I saw my friend turned toward the toilet with another man behind him. It was strange because just yesterday my friend had told me he only did oral in the restroom there because of the noise and room.
By moving around some I could see a fair amount of what was happening. My friend had taken his pants off and was bent at the waist with his hands on the toilet. His legs were spread open while the man stood behind him, his pants at his ankles and his cock pushing in and out of my friend's ass. The man stood very close, with one hand reached around and stroking my friend's cock.
