Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2007 04:37:04 +0100
From: TedGay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Spunkinals

Everyone's heard of Urinals, the dying breed of male-only toilets which
used to stand in the streets of Paris and other cities. In Paris they
were called by the charming name of 'pissoires' I believe. Amsterdam had
them too, even London had a few. The idea has been revived at Vauxhall
bus station I see.

Well, with the death of cottaging in UK and the complete absence of
glory-holes outside of gay clubs, I think it's time the Spunkinal was
introduced as a place where gay men and bisexuals can get quick oral
relief. Also those straight men who are not too fussy whether it's by a
maile or female mouth, or who's wives and girlfriends either won't give
head or are no good at it.

Where to place these Spunkinals would be the problem. Obviously they
couldn't be in the street where they would shock women and corrupt
minors. There would be similar problems with minors in the few remaining
public toilets. So the best place would in fact be gay pubs and clubs,
and adult cinemas and book stores I guess.

A Spunkinal is basically a specially designed booth with a low seat and
glory holes. A window or peep hole at eye-level would be useful so the
sucker can see who he is servicing, and vice versa.

Of course this is really going back to the old toilet cubicle with
glory-holes, but in this day and age why not be completely open and above
board? No need to vandalize public conveniences and risk minors becoming
involved. Spunkinals in adult cinemas and bookstores would only be
accessible to adults over 16, 18 or whatever the age of consent is in
that particular state or country. There is, of course, no reason why
women shouldn't make use of Spunkinals to service men, if they feel so
inclined.

Spunkinals could be installed in gents' public conveniences if an
attendant was present to make sure only adults over the age of consent
were allowed in. There is, in fact, a strong case for separate public
toilets for minors anyway, and some public parks have introduced them in
children's playgorunds.

So here is my story about a Spunkinal installed in an adult male toilet
outside a big British Army barracks in London. There is access to the
male toilet from inside the barracks, and from the street. Inside the
toilet, monitored by an attendant, there are the usual urinals, and the
regular cubicles clearly marked as W.C.s.

However, thru another door marked Spunkinals, there are 20 cubicles
arranged around the room. You put in a coin and it allows you so much
time. This avoids the old problem of guys, who once they get in there,
stay all day and refuse to budge. After your time is nearly up a light
flashes to warn that you have 5 minutes to finish what you are doing,
then the door opens automatically. If nobody is waiting outside, you are
then free to insert another coin and continue for another 30 minutes.

So here I am in this marvelous new Spunkinal outside the barracks. I go
in and find several strapping young guardsmen in their khaki uniforms
waiting for a free cubicle, plus men in suits, builders, college students
(over 16 of course, they have been vetted by the attendant and have to
give proof of age) etc.

I stand outside a cubicle between two guardsmen. You know which cubicles
are going to be vacant first, as a display indicates how long before the
door is due to open.

The blond guardsman to my left is first. His cubicle door opens and he
goes inside. Five minutes later the door to my right opens, and the
red-headed guardsman goes in.
I wait impatiently for my cubicle door to open; 3 minutes to go! Let's
hope the two guardsmen don't get satisfied before my door opens; after
all they each have two glory-holes to service them, one each side.

My door opens, and an old man of about 80 comes out. I pay my one pound
for 30 minutes, and dive in. Looking thru the peepholes at various levels
I see the red-headed guardsman is standing by the far wall being serviced
orally by someone in the cubicle the other side of him. Drat, I had hoped
to suck them both off.

Never mind, I look thru the peephole on my right at eye-level when I am
sitting down on the low seat, and see the blond guardsman is also
sitting, looking in my direction. I bend down to look thru the
glory-hole, and see his muscular, tanned and tattooed arms stroking his
long circumcised cock, which is rigidly sticking obscenely out of his
khaki trousers; he hasn't bothered to pull them down. His bulging tatooed
biceps emerging from his rolled up khaki shirt are a real turn-on for me,
especially when he sees me looking thru the hole and he flexes his left
bicep right in fromt of it, inviting me to lick it. I kneel down and just
before I put my tongue thru, I see he has the words 'SPUNK' and 'RAPE''
tattooed on his upper arm muscle. These words are tattooed in thick red
letters above and below a red cock which is spurting a big load of cum,
outlined in blue. As I put my face right up to the hole and stick my
tongue thru to lick this obscene Army tatoo, I feel the warmth of the
soldier's flesh and smell Army soap. I start licking thru the big
glory-hole, and he whispers: 'That's right, you fuckin' faggot. Worship
the power of the Army, worship my muscles. You'll be worshiping another
muscle in a minute.'

True to his word, he then stood up and thrust his beautiful cock thru the
glory-hole. I head the command: 'SUCK!' from the other side, and I opened
my mouth took his throbbing member right into my mouth. Instantly I could
taste his sweet pre-cum on my tongue, and as I started to suck him I
could hear him breathing heavily. He wouldn't take long to shoot, I knew
that. 'Oh yes, yes, that's right you dirty little queer! I'm gonna feed
you a big load of Army spunk. Get ready, here comes your lunch!'

With that his big cock jerked violently in my mouth as he spewed hot
sperm into it and right down my throat. He must have been saving it up
for ages, as he spurted about 8 times, filling my mouth to overflowing. I
was almost choking with his thick, sweet, soldier cum!

'Swallow it all down while it's still hot,' I heard him say, as he zipped
up and got ready to leave.

As I was still savoring his delicious load and sitting back in my seat, I
saw the red-headed soldier the other side was looking thru the
glory-hole. He had seen me sucking the other soldier off, and was now
looking up at my spunk-covered lips and chin as I strove to swallow the
blond soldier's huge load.

He beckoned me close to the hole with his finger and whispered: 'You
filthy fuckin' cunt! So you like drinking soldiers' loads do you?'

I nodded, as I swallowed the now thickening last globules of thick spunk
the blond soldiier had just fed me. 'OK, here's your dessert. On your
knees, cock-sucker!' he ordered.

I fell to my knees, and his freckled uncut cock came thru the hole, stiff
as a ramrod. The words SPERM FEEDER were tattoed down its length! I
gingerly pulled back the foreskin, and saw a big pearl of clear pre-cum
oozing from the tip of his cock head. I squeezed more out, then licked it
off, cleaning the inside of his foreskin with my tongue. The soldier
startred moaning: 'Oh, oh, that's right bitch, make me feel GOOD!'

I then took his whole eight inches into my mouth and gave him a long,
slow blow-job. His moans got louder and louder as he slowly neared
climax. He was in no hurry, he wanted this suck-off to last as long as he
could hold out. He kept calling me 'his bitch' and asking me how I liked
the taste of his soldier cock. Each time he asked me I took his cock out
of my mouth and told him I LOVED it, and that I was just born to service
soldiers like him, and other real young men.

'That's fuckin' right, and don't you forget it!', he said. 'Keep sucking,
you're my slut bitch and you're gonna get a big feed in a minute. I'm
gonna empty my soldier balls right into your faggot mouth!'

Fifteen minutes after I first licked his pre-cum off his cockhead, he
finally started to orgasm right in my mouth. It sounds disgusting to see
this described in print, but this is what was happening to me and many
other queens in that Spunkinal room. The soldier moaned and groaned as
he shot a huge load of his delicious spunky fluids into my mouth. 'I'm
thinking of my girlfriend, you faggot, not you!' he said as he came. 'Oh
Katie, yeah, drink my sperm! Drink it all down.'

My mouth was filled to overflowing once again with soldier cum. These
squaddies were really horny young lads.

As the soldier zipped up, he bent down and said thru the glory-hole: 'How
d'ya like the taste of my lust for my girl?'

'It tastes absolutely delicious,' I said, struggling to swallow as I
spoke, but spunk was spilling out over my lips.

'Disgusting queers!' he snarled, 'But you serve your purpose when our
women won't oblige. That cum is the taste of a real man's lust for his
woman, that's why you got such a big load! Drink my baby-juice, and I
hope it fuckin' makes you pregnant!'

He exited the Spunkinal, and I noticed on my right a ten inch long
monster was protruding thru the hole waiting to be sucked off. I stood up
and looked thru the peephole, and could make out the handsome face of a
young man. He saw me looking and leant back so I could see his head and
shoulders. It was an attractive dark-haired man of about 25 in a city
suit, white collar and blue tie. I loved guys in suits, so fell to my
knees and instantly smelt his Tommy Hillfiger body lotion as I took his
long, thin erect prick into my mouth. It was so long it reached the back
of my throat and nearly choked me, and the taste and smell of his Tommy
fragrance, with which he'd smothered his 10 inch cock, was overwhelming.
It made me crazy with desire for his load, even though I'd just been well
fed by two strapping guardsmen.

As I sucked, he moaned and moaned, then said: 'Wish the young bank
clerks would learn to do this. You're a bloody good cock-sucker. Get
ready for a liquid office lunch. Here it cums....'

With a huge groan his big cock throbbed in my mouth and spurted his hot
sperm right down my throat. I pulled away slightly, so the second, third
and fourth spurts went right into my mouth where I could taste the flavor
of his thick cum on my tongue.'

'How did you like the taste of THAT orgasm?' he asked me as he zipped up.

'It was lovely, thank you sir!' I said, as a cock-sucker always should to
his feeder when asked such a question.

'I work in the bank next door,' he said. 'I'm on duty tomorrow morning
when we open at 9 a.m.. Be outside before 8.30. I have a job for you to
do'.

Wondering what on Earth he meant, I promised to do as he said. Meanwhile
there was another cock waiting for me to suck off the other side of me,
but I knew my time was nearly up and the red light would be flashing
soon. So a quick look thru the peephole to see who it was, and I was
amazed to see my 18 year old nephew who I had often lusted after. I don't
know if he knew it was his uncle next door, but if not I didn't give him
a chance to find out. I dropped to my knees, and sucked that gorgeous
teenage cock I had often imagined in my mouth. I couldn't believe my
luck; soon my handsome nephew would be depositing his teenage semen in
his uncle's mouth, and probably not even realizing it was me.

My thoughts were confirmed when he called out: 'I'm cummin', cocksucker!
Drink my teenage load, whoever the fuck you are!' And with that he filled
my mouth for the fourth time in less than 30 minutes with hot spunk. His
load was really thick and sweet, and I really enjoyed it knowing it was
my gorgeous nephew Jason's sperm I was tasting at long last.

'Wanna cum, mate?' he asked, and as the red light was fllashing I just
put my cock thru, not wanting him to recognize my voice. I heard him spit
on his hand, and sensuously and expertly he thrilled me with a quick but
efficient hand job which soon had me on the verge of a huge climax. Just
as I was about to shoot I felt his lips and wet mouth enclose my cock,
and I obscenely fed my teenage nephew's mouth with my hot spunky load. I
heard the filthy sod moaning as he tasted my cum, and even though he had
already cum himself he was guzzling my sperm down greedily, like he was
ravenous for it.

I couldn't reist bending down and looking at his sperm covered lips and
chin before I went, and he of course recognized me for the first time.
'Uncle Ray!' he said astonished, then he smiled: 'I've always dreamt of
sucking you off, but didn't know you were that way inclined. Thanks for
the feed. I'll come round to your flat tomorrow for more, if I may.'

'Of course, Jason, any time, and I look forward to another feed from
you,' I said. Such a thoughtful, well-brought up young man; asking his
partner if he wants to cum, instead of just rushing off after being
satisfied like so many do. Politeness and good manners run in our family.

*******

Next day I was at the bank before they opened. At 8.30 the guy in the
suit I had sucked off the day before in the Spunkinal opened a side door
and beckoned me in. I followed him into the empty bank and he led me
behind the counter.

'You will sit under there and suck me off all morning while I serve
customers,' he said. I looked where he pointed, and saw that in front of
his chair under the counter by the window where he served customers was a
deep, closed in cubby-hole with a little footstool. I climbed in and sat
on the footstool, and he then sat down with one leg each side of me. He
undid his fly, and fed me his cock.

'You'll have to stay there sucking me off until lunchtime when the other
counter clerks leave,' he said. I started sucking him right away, and his
cock grew hard and stiff in my mouth. I heard the other counter clerks
arrive, men as well as women. I could see a woman's legs beneath a long
skirt next to the guy I was sucking. If only she knew what was happening
just beneath the counter!

At 9 a.m. customers started arriving, and I just kept servicing my
gorgeous young bank clerk as he serviced his customers. He stifled his
moans of ecstasy a he came, but even so I heard the woman counter clerk
next to him ask him several times if he was OK. Altogether he fed me 10
loads during the morning. I'd never done anything so perverted in my life
as suck a bank clerk off as he served customers, without them or his
colleagues suspecting a thing. He even pissed in my mouth once, and I had
to drink it all, what else could I do? My mouth was at his
personal service to use as he wished.

At lunchtime he told the woman next to him to go to lunch, and I heard a
man arrive to take her place. I wondered how I was going to get out, as
the bank didn't shut for lunch. But my spunk feeder had it all worked
out.

'OK, you can come out now, but keep down low so the customers don't see
you,' he ordered as he stood up to let me out.

'You little devil, Gary. Has he been there all morning?' said the other
bank clerk, who was obviously intrigued. 'Can I borrow him this
afternoon?'

'Sure you can. You, get under there now,; hissed Gay, pointing to a
similar cubbyhole next door. 'Enjoy, he's very good,' whispered Gary to
his colleague.

So I spent the lunchhour and part of the afternoon sucking off this other
guy, who also wore a suit, was 6 foot tall, with a close cropped head,
and had a lovely spunky cock which came another 6 times in my mouth. When
they thought no-one was looking, they made me get back to Gary's cubby
hole, and I sucked him off another 8 times before the bank closed. When
the other counter clerks had gone, Gary and his colleague let me out the
side door where I had come in, I was well fed, but dying for the toilet.
So I went in the convenience next door, and thought I might as well make
use of the Spunkinals while I was in there.

An hour later, after sucking off another uniformed guardsman, a policeman
in uniform and several buiilders and office clerks, I headed home to find
my nephew Jason waiting outside my flat to feed me his load, and drink
mine.

Life is all go, isn't it? No rest for the wicked!