This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                          "Tea-Room Jerk-Off"

     Most tea rooms aren't what they used to be, but that doesn't mean that
I've stopped trying to find good ones.  Usually, if a place gets a certain
reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun
going on there.
     One of my favorite experiences took place in the mens room in the
Times Square subway station, on the number one line.  A couple of years ago
they renovated it to turn it into both a mens and a womens room, but before
that, it was basically two big rooms, one with urinals on both walls (this
was the room you first entered into), and then, off to the side, another
room with a couple of stalls.  Although there were always some guys to be
found jerking off at the urinals, the real hot action always occurred in
the other room, by the stalls.
     If you'd been there, you'd know that the stalls had no doors, and that
very few people ever went there to take care of bodily functions.  Mostly
it was full of guys like myself that wanted to get their rocks off with
another hot guy.
     This one particular day that I'm thinking about, it was cold out - I
remember because everyone was wearing jackets - but nice and warm in there.
I just went in on a lark, not expecting to find anything going on at ten in
the morning, but I was wrong.
     In the back, by the stalls, there were a whole bunch of guys milling
around.  Most of them I wouldn't have touched with a ten-foot pole, but
there were a couple who stood out.
     Two of them, both of whom looked almost exactly alike, were sharing
one stall, and although they had their backs facing out most of the time,
you could tell they were jerking each other off.  When they finally did
turn around - or shifted enough so you could see their faces - that's when
I saw how much alike they both looked.  They were both really muscular,
late twenties or early thirties or so, dark, wavy hair, big thick
moustaches.  I tried and I tried, but I just couldn't get a look at their
cocks - I guess they wanted to be secretive.
     As I was watching them, another guy turned up, who's really the main
man in this story.  He was about the same age as the other two, and looked
a little like them - clean strong face, cleanshaven, but muscular and
handsome, with dark curly hair and really handsome brown eyes - but he sure
wasn't secretive about his dick:  he had it, and his hefty balls, sticking
out of his fly.  He was so hard it pointed almost straight up!
     Needless to say, in a place like that, the early bird gets the worm
(so to speak), and I guess I just wasn't fast enough (part of it was, this
guy was so goodlooking, I was afraid he might be an undercover cop or
something like that).  Before I could get near him, one of the other guys
in the place swooped down on him, and standing right there in the middle of
the floor, started to suck his cock.  He really seemed to be enjoying it,
and I figured, what the fuck, and hauled out my own meat.
     As I said, he looked like he was enjoying it, and I was sure not long
after, because after just a minute or two, the guy doing the sucking
straightened up and just started stroking the guy's cock.  He was on a real
hair-trigger, because his cock just shot its load straight up the air, and
onto the other guys coat (that's how I remember the coat).  He stood there
for a minute with his cock still sticking out of his pants, and since I
wanted a feel, I reached over and fondled his cum-covered cock and heavy
balls while I jerked off and shot my load on the floor and the walls of one
of the stalls.  He smiled at me, and I smiled back, and we both put our
equipment away and left, him going in one direction, and me, reluctantly,
going in the other.