Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 18:32:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cruising the Men's Room

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For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I just graduated
from college.  I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write
about my experiences growing up...

One of the advantages of growing up in New York City is that there are so
many guys around, it's easy to find a horny one that's just looking for
some action and doesn't care if you are only fourteen, or however old you
are.  No matter where you are or what time it is.  It's fantastic!

When I was fourteen, the men's restroom in Penn Station was particularly
notorious for being a hook up place.  All types of guys would come through
there and get their dicks out.  You know how they say that if you shake it
more than three times, you are just playing with it?  I started to notice a
lot of that as soon as I was old enough to be using the restroom on my own.
And you guys can only imagine how dick obsessed I was then.  Is it any
wonder I would take any opportunity to go use that restroom?

If I was even just passing by, I would stop in just to pee and check out
what kind of action there was.
 One Sunday I was in that area with a friend who had to return something to
Macys.  After we had hung out for a while, she went home and I stopped in
the bathroom at Penn Station on my way to the subway.  It was about two in
the afternoon so the whole place was pretty empty.

As soon as I walked towards the urinals at the back of the restroom and
unzipped, though, a tall black guy in a tan suit seemed to appear out of
nowhere at the urinal next to me.  I could feel his eyes on me, sizing me
up. My skin prickled and I glanced up at him.  Sure enough, he was looking
down at me with a smile on his face.
 I felt my dick start to stiffen in my hand.

"Nice one." he muttered, winking at me.

I down to see him slowly tugging on his cock, which even mostly soft was
long and thick.

"You too." I said as quietly as possible.

"Want too see more of it?" he asked, giving it a shake.

I nodded.

"Then meet me outside." he said, tucking his semi-hard cock back into his
pants and buttoning his jacket to try and hide the bulge in his crotch.

I nodded again and zipped up.  After I had washed my hands, I found him
waiting outside the restroom holding his briefcase and got my first good
look at him.  I definitely liked what I saw!  He was probably about forty,
with almost shaved hair that had just a sprinkling of grey.  He was
probably six feet tall to my five foot four, and seemed like he was keeping
himself in pretty good shape under the suit.  He was wearing tinted gold
sunglasses, and his jacket wasn't having much luck disguising his hard-on.
He was wearing a wedding ring, too. In other words, he looked perfect to
me!

"My office is just up the street, and I know no one else will be in today.
Want to come?"  he asked, giving me another wink.

"Sounds good to me."

"You aren't shy, are you?" he joked as we walked up to the street.

"Not when I see something I like."

"Yeah, I could tell you liked what you saw alright.  I just hope you can
handle it."

"I'm up to the challenge, trust me."

He stopped in front of one of the smaller office buildings along that
stretch of Broadway and pulled a key- card out of his pocket.  He held open
the door for me, then walked behind me into the dim lobby.  As we rode the
elevator up to his office, I checked out our reflection in the highly
polished elevator doors.  He towered over me, and next to his dark skin, my
tan faded and my blonde hair made me look even paler.  He rested his hand
on my butt, his big hand squeezing my asscheek through my shorts.

That's how he led me out of the elevator when we reached the right floor,
using his key-card again to let us in the glass doors past a darkened
reception area and past rows of deserted cubicles to one of the offices
with a door, and a little more space.

"It gets hot in here on the weekends, they turn off the a/c." he said as he
locked the door behind us and took off his suit jacket, hanging it on the
doorknob.  He leaned on the edge of his desk, rubbing the bulge in his
pants.  I could see a picture of him and what looked like a wife and kids
on the desk behind him.

"Don't get all shy on me now, boy!  This is what you came here for, isn't
it?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" I answered, licking my lips.

"Little white boys like you are just fascinated by big black dick, huh?"

"Yeah, you bet!"

"Well, don't just stand there!  You wanted to get up-close and personal,
now's your chance."  he said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
His cock was stuffed into a bulging pair of Calvin Klein briefs with a wet
spot of precum already forming at the tip.  He also unbuttoned his shirt,
pulling it open.
 The white fabric made the dark skin of his body look even blacker, and
already shining with sweat in the warm office.  He grabbed the bulge in his
briefs and waved it at me.  "Come get your treat, boy!"

I walked over to him and grabbed his cock through the stretched out fabric.
It felt like it was so thick I wouldn't be able to fit my hand around it.
He groaned softly.

"Yeah, that's it.
 You wanted to get a closer look at my black cock.  Take it out."

I did like he said -- I couldn't wait to get a good look at his cock in all
it's glory.  It bounced loose as I pulled his briefs down as far as I could
to release it.
 It looked like it was as long (and as thick) as my forearm!  The head was
just peeking out of it's foreskin, glistening with precum.

I could smell him, waves of sweaty, musky scent emanating from his crotch.
I wrapped both my hands around the shaft of his cock, feeling the thick
veins snaking beneath the surface as I tugged up and down, sliding the head
further out from the foreskin.

"You like that, don't you white boy?  You like that black daddy dick.". It
wasn't a question -- he knew.  "Have a taste, boy." he told me as he ran
one of his hands through my blonde hair, which was just long enough for him
to grab a good fist-full and pull my head down towards his cock, which felt
like it was as big around as a can of soda.

His delicious scent filled my nostrils as my head got closer to his dick.
I flicked my tongue against the slit in his cockhead, then darted my tongue
between the head and foreskin, collecting all of the precum that had
collected there.  Then I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt them
stretching as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

It felt like it was the thickest dick I had ever taken -- when the head
nudged the back of my throat, I had to use all of the cocksucking skills I
had been perfecting since I was eleven not to gag.  I took a deep breath
through my nose and tried to open my throat.  I could feel it trying to
force it's way down, but it wasn't making much progress until he gave a
good hard push on the back of my head and thrust until my throat was
stretching around his cockhead and my lips were sliding down towards his
wiry pubes.

"Now that's how a good little white fag boy sucks cock!" he groaned in
satisfaction.  I couldn't have said anything, even if I wanted too -- my
jaw was so stretched I could barely move it.

My eyes were watering when he finally let me pull back enough to catch my
breath, his cock slimy and glistening with thick spit drawn up from my
throat.  No sooner had I stopped gasping than he started to push my head
back down on his cock.  It was pushed so deep it my throat it felt like it
was halfway to my stomach!

Now that I was taking the whole thing, he started to thrust faster, really
fucking my throat!  His low hanging balls were slapping against my chin as
I gagged away happily.

Just when I thought he was going to wear my throat out with all his
pounding, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.  I coughed, feeling strands
of saliva stretching from my spit covered chin to his equally slick cock.
I leaned in even closer to swipe my tongue across his balls -- I had to
taste their sweaty, intoxicating flavor.

I could feel his giant cock pulsing against my face as I went to town on
his balls.  They were so big I could barely fit one at a time into my
mouth!  He spread his legs wider and let me feast.  I could hear him
moaning softly, but I had my face buried between his legs, so I couldn't
see anything.  I was lost in worshiping his massive cock and balls.

He finally pulled my head back and I sat back on my knees while he pulled
off his white shirt and kicked off his shoes, letting his pants and
underwear fall to the floor and stepping out of them.  Then he grabbed my
teeshirt and tugged it off over my head before pushing me back against the
cool tiled floor.

He unbuttoned my shorts before I could do anything to help, then flipped me
over so I was lying on my stomach.  He pulled my shorts down over my
sneakers, taking my underwear with them so my hard cock was pressed right
up against the cold tiles.
 Before I knew what had happened, he was kneeling behind me, pushing my
legs apart and pulling the cheeks of my ass apart.

I heard him spit, and felt the gob splat across my exposed asshole.  He
teased my hole with his thumb, rubbing the spit over it before pushing it
in as far as it would go.
 His other thumb was next, and once it was buried in me he started pulling
his hands apart, using his thumbs as hooks forcing my ass to gape open a
little.  He spit again, and I felt him lining up his cock between my legs,
aiming for my asshole.

"Such a tight, pretty pink hole!  You know I'm gonna have to shove my
fuckstick in there and stretch it out!  It won't look like that after I'm
pound it out!  But that's the price you gotta pay for playing with the big
boys!"

"I can't wait, big boy!" I answered as he rubbed the head of his cock up
against my open, exposed hole.

"You ready for me to wreck your skinny white ass, boy?"

"Yes please sir!"

"I don't think you really want it!" he joked as he pushed his cock forward
so the head was just starting to wedge it's way into my asshole, then
pulled back a little to tease me.

"I want you to wreck my ass! Please sir!" I begged.

"Well, since you asked so nice, you little freak." he pushed forward a
little more this time, so the head was lodged in my hole like a
cork. "Damn, I wish you could see how sexy your tight little asshole looks
when it's stretched around my big black dick.  I hope you can take it all,
boy, cause right now I'm not sure you can fit all this dick inside your
ass."

"I bet we can make it fit!" I told him breathlessly, lifting my hips and
pushing back on his cock, my hole swallowing the head.  I gasped as my ass
tightened around his girth.  He just chuckled and slowly started to push
deeper into me.
 It felt like the shaft of his dick was endless, more and more of it was
slowly but relentlessly forced up my ass, a quarter of an inch at a time.
 I was expecting to feel him bottom out when he smacked my ass and said
"About halfway there, boy!"

"God, your dick is huge!" I groaned.  He chuckled again.

"Believe me boy, you will be begging for it before too long.  You aren't
ever going back after this black cock!"

He wasn't kidding!  It felt like he was ripping me a new asshole, possibly
with the sort of drill that they used to make tunnels for the subway!

I groaned again as he grabbed my hips to hold me in place.

"Almost there boy!
 You just have to take the last inch!"

"I hope I can!" I muttered.

He made sure I did, keeping his grip on my slim hips and slamming his body
forward so that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with the mix of
pain and pleasure.  When I recovered a bit, I felt his hips pressed up
against my ass.  He grabbed my hand and pulled it between us.

"Feel that boy?
 That's your not so tight anymore asshole taking my big black dick down to
the base!"

"I can't believe it's all inside me!" I gasped.

"And the fun is just beginning!" he told me as he pulled his cock about
halfway out of my ass.
 It felt like he was gonna turn me inside put with his dick!  He didn't
hesitate, though, just snapped his hips and shoved it back into me.
 I swear I saw stars when he did that, and every time after.  My head
snapped up and sweat from my hair splattered across the floor.

He slapped my ass again, first the left cheek, then the right, repeating in
time with the rhythm of his hips as he fucked the living daylights out of
me.

I can't even begin to describe how good this rough treatment was making me
feel.  He may have been torturing my butt with his brutal style of fucking,
but I was still in heaven.  The pressure of his thick shaft pounding
against my prostate made it feel like he was gonna fuck the cum out of me,
without my even having to touch myself!  I was already dripping a lake of
precum onto the tiles below me.

He was right, I wished I could watch him fucking me on the floor of his
deserted office!  It would have been hotter than any porn I had ever seen!
The contrast between his densely muscled black body, shining with sweat,
and my slim blonde self was something I wished I could see -- but I
wouldn't trade anything for the feeling of his dick inside of me.

I could tell he was feeling good, too.  He was breathing hard as he
literally pounded my ass into the floor!  I could feel his dick swelling
inside of me, getting longer and harder until I was surprised it wasn't
thrusting out of my mouth like some sort of cartoon.  I could feel his
giant nuts drawing up as he got closer and closer to shooting his load.  I
worked my hips under him, milking his cock with my ass, trying to push him
over the edge before he wore my ass out.
 He groaned and smacked my ass again.

"Oh yeah, that's a good fuckhole!" he grunted.  "You ready for me to bust
this nut in your guts?"

"Fuck yeah, breed my little ass!"

"Not so little now, bitch.  All stretched out like a real whore!"

"Uhhhh that's right!"

He pushed his hands down on the small of my back to pin me to the floor and
started to thrust even deeper.
 My cock, sandwiched between my sweaty abs and the precum slick tiles,
spasmed and twitched as he pushed me over the edge and I started to cum.
 I moaned and I could feel my muscles contracting around his cock.
 That was all it took!  He let out a roar and slammed his cock deep into
me, holding it there as he flooded my ass with cum.  It felt like minutes
passed before he was done, and I felt like he had pumped about a quart of
hot seed deep in my ass.

When his dick finally started to soften and he pulled it out of my ass, it
still felt like it was at least two feet long!  I couldn't believe he had
fucked me with that thing!
 My ass made a sloppy sucking 'pop' as he finally pulled all the way out.
 He spread my ass cheeks with his hands again and looked at my fucked-out
hole.

"Yeah, that's how little white boy slut ass should look.  Stretched out and
leaking black seed." he told me.  I just lay there as my ass dripped cum
and tried to recover.

"Now clean my cock off good so my wife doesn't taste anything later!" he
said as he stood up, only to sprawl naked in his desk chair.  I crawled
over between his legs and steered to lick his softening cock.  "Your ass is
something else, boy!  I haven't busted like that for a long while!"

I looked up at him and winked as I sucked off the cum coating his dick from
my ass.  Once I had cleaned the last smear of cum off of his cock, I used
my underwear to clean my own load off of my stomach (and the floor).

I stepped back into the cum-slimed underwear, figuring that they would also
be collecting drips leaking from my ass for a while.  I pulled on my
teeshirt and shorts over this -- I looked decent, even if I smelled like
cum and sweat.

Then I headed back to Penn Station, wondering if I had time to go back to
the men's restroom before I needed to be home for dinner with my parents.