Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 10:18:22 -0800 (PST)
From: roger roger <warmhoser@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tea Room Blowjob in the Walker Bank Bldg

This incredible scene happened to me when I was 33 years old and living in
Salt Lake City.

I had always wanted to live in California so I caught a bus and went
downtown to buy a gay newspaper called the Advocate so that I could read
the classified ad section to see if there was anyone looking for a
roommate.  In Salt Lake City at the time, there was only one bookstore that
sold this newspaper and it is important in the telling to say that the
particular bookstore in downtown Salt Lake City was considered very
notorious. Truthfully, I had never before actually had the nerve to walk
through the front door of the place, let alone buy anything... let alone an
openly known Gay Magazine.

I got off the bus in the downtown district and went into the bookstore
trying to be as nonchalant as possible as I searched for the magazine. My
heart was racing as I sheepishly paid for it and left.  I tried to be as
invisible as possible, though as I was heading to the door I noted this
really hot guy checking me out. He was tall, muscular and blond who looked
like an athlete and was very handsome.

I exited the bookstore as one would when they were trying to not be noticed
and I quickly stepped into pace with the walking traffic and blended
in. About a block from there I finally relaxed and looked to my left lo and
behold walking next to me was the blonde from the bookstore. He was smiling
like a `weasel eating shit' (a Utah Expression) and quickly introduced
himself to me. He was direct in his approach and somewhere between "Hi my
name is Eric" and "Hello, my name is Randy" the guy verbally laid out his
desire and intent to blow me.

I was taken back by the sudden offer and said "I live a half hour
away". "Not a problem, man, there is this restroom in the Walker Building
that is private. No one goes there this time of day". I was bewildered and
said something like... what if we get caught... to which he replied that he
knew this place and it was private. So, blinded by my lust and looking into
his beautiful blue eyes and sensing no alarm, I accepted. We walked a
couple of blocks and caught the elevator up to the 11th floor and he led
the way to the restroom.

The door had the frosted glass front and we stepped inside. That restroom
made a lifelong impression into my mind. It would have been an incredible
set in a porno movie. The urinal was the old fashioned wall type with the
flowing water. Not that I had much time to ponder the décor as my
blow-buddy reached out to me and with some force pushed me to the wall and
began to unzip my pants.

I was surprised by his sudden move and at his strength to be honest.  He
quickly pulled down my pants down as he kneeled in front of me and began to
suck my dick wetly. The sensations were wicked and delicious. I looked down
at that handsome fucker sucking my dick and that combined with the furtive
nature of where we were doing it, it didn't take me too long to build to an
incredible orgasm.

Just as I was at that wonderful, first plateau, I heard people walking down
the marble floored hall just outside the restroom. They were male voices
and I heard one of them say he had to use the restroom. My mind flashed to
the horror and possibility of discovery. The only problem was that my
orgasm was in the final approaches and was imminent and I was torn between
wanting to continue and fear of discovery. This highly charged emotional
state took me over the fucking edge and I came in buckets into his hot
cocksucking mouth.

Mission accomplished for me, however, but I didn't count on the needs of
the guy doing sucking. The footsteps and talking got nearer and nearer and
I began to literally fight to get my dick out of his mouth and back into my
pants.  My mind was racing for any excuse to explain why a queer was
sucking my cock. I was in an absolute panic but the guy's physical strength
held me pinned firmly against the wall with one hand as he continued to
suck my cock as he worked his own with the other.

Even in my panic I was captivated by his dick. It was huge with a long
sloppy foreskin flapping over the head, capping and uncapping as he slid it
back and forth over his shiny Ruby dickhead.  The stink of his cock was as
overpowering as it wafted upwards towards my nose.  I was nearly out of my
mind as I tried to escape his hold but he didn't let up as he continued to
pin me against the wall.  I was so panic stricken that I began to whine and
plead with the guy sucking me to let me go.

The guy on the other side of the door tried the handle but the door was
locked.  He tested the handle a couple of times and then said something
about using the restroom at the restaurant they were going to. Relief
washed over my being and at that exact point, I hit another orgasmic
plateau and began to cum for the second time as the sound of their
collective feet began to walk away.


Just then the cocksucker shot his incredible load all over my fucking pants
and as he came he began to loose his grip on me and I wiggled free of his
hold. I was angry as hell and was ranting about the dumb fucker sperming
all over my clothes.  Not that he cared much because he was smiling as he
tucked his python into his pants and winked at me.

Once his cock was put away, he slammed me against the wall again and kissed
me deeply and then turned, unlocked the door and walked away from me as I
stood there panting with his cum was dripping and drizzling down my
clothes.

I caught my composure, went home and spent the rest of the night jacking
off thinking about what had happened.  Somewhere between getting home and
coming for the third time, I stuffed the spermy pant leg into my mouth and
sucked his sperm right out of my pant leg! What I wouldn't give to be there
again, right now, as I put this to word although there would be a slight
change of venue because I would be the one doing the sucking on his great
big ole cock and diving into that beautiful foreskin!