Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2001 07:44:00 EDT
From: Lckr069@aol.com
Subject: On my way to work

This is another true story about a sexual encounter between two consenting
adult males. As usual, if you're not old enough, or it's not legal where you
are, don't read this.

I have several stories scattered throughout the various categories in the
Archives. All are true, unless otherwise noted. I use different names in
different stories, for obvious reasons.

This story involves unprotected sexual contact. However, I do not advocate
the practice of sexual contact without the protection of a condom.
Unfortunately, when the urge kicks in and the situation presents itself,
reason sometimes shuts down.

For those of you who have not read any of my other stories. I am a Caucasian
male, in my late 40's. I am a closet bisexual, (as I suspect most bisexual
males are). My particular "thing" is performing orally.

I've been a cocksucker as far back as I can remember. I couldn't care less
about getting my own cock sucked, & I don't like taking a dick up my ass,
but I do love it being pumped in and out of my mouth & shoved down my
throat!  Although I know it's dangerous (especially these days), I also
love anonymous encounters. This story is about both.

On my way to work

The story takes place about 3 years ago. I didn't drive and relied on public
transportation to get where I needed to go. Especially to work. At the time I
was working the night shift. My routine went like this. I would catch the bus
downtown earlier than I actually needed to. When I got to the terminal I
usually had about an hour and a half to kill. I'd go to one of my favorite
restaurants for some lunch. There is a small indoor strip mall in the
downtown area. After lunch I'd walk around the mall abit. Invariably I'd
have to use the bathroom.

This strip mall had a very small bathroom that I'd frequent. It had two
stalls, a sink and one urinal. The urinal was situated on the wall at a
right angle from the stalls, and there was no protective shield. So that,
if someone came in to use the urinal, and you were sitting in the correct
stall, you could get a straight view of their equipment. (I always used
that stall when possible) The bathroom was not a very busy place in the
afternoon. The incidence of someone else coming in while I was there were
rare, but it did happen on occasion. On two specific occasions, in fact.

One day I went through my usual routine, and was sitting in my usual stall
in the bathroom. I heard the door open and someone entered the bathroom. I
looked through the crack between the door, on the left hand side of the
stall. I could see that this guy, either didn't realize there was someone
else there or, was not shy at all. As soon as he stepped inside the
bathroom, he pulled his zipper down and hauled out his flaccid cock before
he got halfway to the urinal. When he did get there, he stood a good six
inches away while pissing.  Which afforded me a great profile view of his
equipment. (I'd switched to looking out the right hand crack, along the
wall.) He had a good looking cock, even though it was soft. While it didn't
appear to be oversized, when he held it as he pissed the head stuck out
past his fingers. Anyway, there's an old saying that goes, "if you shake it
more than twice, you're playing with it."

This guy must like to play with it. Because when he'd finished pissing he
shook his dick about a half dozen times. He stuffed it back into his pants,
washed his hands in the sink and came over to the papertowel dispenser.
Which hangs just outside the stall door. As he was drying his hands, he
looked into the stall where I was sitting. I looked down at the floor &
pretended I didn't know he was there. He turned & left the bathroom. I
waited a few minutes, then left to catch my bus.

The next day I went through my usual routine, and ended up back in the
bathroom. In my favorite stall. Within a few minutes, the door opened & the
same guy came in. He went through the same routine as the day before. Only
this time, when he came over to the towel dispenser, I was waiting for him. I
figured, if he wanted to look, I'd give him something to look at. I'd been
slowly stroking my cock, so that it was hard when he looked through the
crack. I didn't look up at him, but I knew he was there. Watching me stroke
my hard cock.  While he was standing at the stall door, pretending to dry his
hands, I glanced up enough to see the outline of his cock hanging down the
inside of his left pants leg. The bulge was clearly defined, and growing. I
looked up to see him watching me slowly, steadily, stroking my own hard
cock.

Then I heard him whisper, "You wanna suck my cock?" At first I wasn't
sure I'd heard him correctly, so I said, "what?" He repeated, in a slightly
bolder voice, "You wanna suck my cock?" I had to think about this for a
couple of seconds. He'd actually taken me by surprise. At the most, I'd
expected him to ask if he could suck mine. Secondly, while I was interested
in seizing the opportunity to get a cock in my mouth, I wasn't real sure about
doing it in such a public place! Where anyone could walk in at anytime!
After a second or two I heard myself saying, "sure, but not here." To which
he immediately responded, "it'll be OK, open the door." It was as if my hand
was in automatic mode, as I reached up and undid the latch.

He quickly stepped in and closed & latched the door behind him. He was
standing right in front of me. His crotch directly at eye level. He quickly
pulled his zipper down and hauled out his stiffening cock, without undoing
the button of his pants. His rigid cock, and a few pubic hairs, were sticking
straight out of his pants! About two inches from my mouth! His cock was
just as beautiful as it was before. Only now it was hard, about 8 inches long
and about two inches, or so, around. With that familiar, spongy, helmet
shaped head. Just perfect for sucking. I didn't take a long time to admire
it. I
simply opened my mouth and let him feed that beef sausage across my
hungry, pursed lips. He had his hands on top of the walls on each side of the
stall. I held my hands onto the backs of his thighs as I bobbed my head back
& forth on his throbbing cock. I rocked my face forward to take his entire
shaft into my hungry sucking mouth, then moved backward letting it slide
almost all the way out. I continued this action while he rocked his hips back
& forth in time with my sucking. He didn't say anything, just kept moaning
deep in his throat. I was reveling in the feel of his pulsing member sliding
back & forth over my tightly pursed lips. Feeling the head jab at my throat
with each inward thrust. There's nothing like the feeling of a hot hard
throbbing cock rubbing across your lips and filling your hungry saliva filled
mouth!! Feeling your tongue rub the fat pulsing vein along the bottom!!
Knowing that, soon you'll be sucking the very manhood out of it!! I always
say, "If at first you don't succeed. Suck, suck `til you do suck seed!"

All too soon I heard him moaning louder. He began to press his throbbing
boner into my face more intensely. He was saying, in a deep guttural whisper,
"I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum! You want my cum!? You
wanna eat my cum!? In answer I just sucked harder as I felt that familiar hot
rush of liquid hit the roof of my mouth, and my tongue. I continued to bob &
suck as his eruption filled my mouth with his deliciously hot salty sweet
juice. When he'd finished pumping his load into my sucking mouth he
withdrew his, still stiff, log and was stuffing it back into his pants as he
opened the stall door & rushed out of the bathroom. I held his load in my
tightly closed mouth for a brief while, before swallowing it. After I'd
reclosed the stall door, I pumped my own steel hard cock about three strokes
before shooting the biggest load onto my chest I'd shot in a very long time.

After cleaning myself up and regaining my composure, I went to catch my bus
& headed to work. The whole episode only took a few minutes, from start to
finish, but I found it very exciting. In fact I had to go to the bathroom,
at work, & jack off twice that night, just thinking about! I'd gone back to
that bathroom several times after that. Hoping to meet up with the guy
again, but I never did. Oh well, such is life.


As usual, I welcome positive feedback. Email me at Lckr069@aol.com