Date: Mon, 06 May 2002 17:43:51 -0700
From: PN
Subject: Two Flights Up: Part Two

Disclaimer: The usual applies: If this offends you then what are you doing
here?  The following is true:

	I had so many great times in the T-room three stories up from my
office that it is difficult for me to narrow down my favorites. Since you
kind of had to work downtown and be in the know to find the place, there
were a lot of regulars mixed in with the walk-through trade who, as we all
do, always seemed to have the knack for sniffing out a cruisy toilet
wherever they might be found. One of those regulars was a big bear of a man
whose absolute shamelessness was a constant source of amazement and
enjoyment- to me and all the many men who knew him well! Here is how I met
him:
	I had popped my head in for a second on my way back from a trip to
the post office, just to see what was up. Four of the six stalls were
occupied and I settled into the fifth, leaving one empty stall to my
right. I dropped my pants and waited a few seconds and soon the familiar
scooting and shuffling made me bold enough to peer under. Just as I leaned
down, one of the stalls furthest from me opened. I heard that person step
out and rap lightly on the door next to him- the big handicapped stall. The
stall door opened and then shut again.  Another few seconds of shuffling
followed and then that unmistakable Rhythmic slurp, slurp, slurp... the guy
in the stall to my left, feeling bold due to this turn of events, stood up
and slowly opened his stall door, so I followed suit. He was a non-descript
man, conservatively dressed, slightly balding. Nice, medium-fat cock. I
reached out for it but he pushed my hand away and stepped in front of the
now double occupied stall and peered through the door. The slurping stopped
for a second and a deep voice whispered for him to stick it under. My
neighbor looked unsure for a moment, so I said I'd keep an eye out.
	He paused a second and then dropped down in front of the stall
door. Almost immediately, a pair of big hands attached to big, hairy
forearms, grabbed my neighbor by the hips and pulled him further under. I
could see another pair of shoes standing by the toilet and though I could
not see him directly, the shadow on the floor told me he was beating off as
he watched. The look on my neighbor's face went from uncertainty to bliss
in a nanosecond. His eyes rolled back in his head and it wasn't long before
he was huffing and puffing as he blew what appeared to be a colossal load
into his unseen servitor. He came back down to earth and put himself
together quickly, pausing only to smile at me and shake his head as if to
say, DAMN! I stepped into the stall next to the handicapped stall
momentarily, while he washed up and left.
	I wasted no time in knocking on that stall door myself. There was
whispering, a pause and then the door opened to reveal a sight that still
puts me over the edge when I need to shoot: On the toilet was a husky,
hairy guy, about age 45 or so, wearing nothing but dress shoes, black socks
and a bushy beard, his clothes neatly hung over the handicapped
handrails. In front of him, facing me was a handsome Latino who had opened
the stall door. Judging from his uniform, he worked in the lobby cafe. He
was getting his hairless little ass royally rimmed. He was squirming back
into the bearded man's face and muttering under his breath in Spanish. The
bearded guy on the toilet was obviously putting a lifetime's worth of
experience into it and the Latino was in heaven. I reached out for his
small but very thick uncut cock that was drooling like crazy. I stroked him
for a few seconds and then he abruptly spun around, sunk his tool in that
bearded mouth and visibly shot. The guy on the toilet moaned loudly with
each jet of cum- so much so that I was worried for a second that he could
be heard out in the hall! The Latino pulled up his pants, smiled at me and
left. My new bearded friend sat on the throne stroking his cock downward
into the toilet bowl. What more was there to say? He was sitting there,
beard sopping wet with spit... He opened his mouth and I plugged in: and
holy cow, what a feeling! I looked down and saw why: on the back of the
toilet behind him was a pair of false teeth! I had heard about gum jobs
before but had never thought it could be so wonderful. I didn't last long
and he moaned with every shot I fed him too, then he kissed my stomach and
thanked me. I assured him that the pleasure was mine. He asked if I had to
piss and I did not. He said that he'd take it if I did. Truly my kind of
guy He never wanted to be touched himself- a genuine cocksucker!
	This guy was there almost as much as I was, always in the big
handicapped stall. One day, after he'd given me one of his vacuum cleaner
knob jobs under the stall, I asked if he would mind if I came stood in the
corner of his stall and watched him for awhile. The stall was so big that
if you stood in the corner, no one could see that there were two sets of
feet. He said, why not? That was a great time! I stood and watched him suck
half a dozen or so cocks of all shapes, colors, sizes and ages. Soon I was
hard again and stroking as I watched. He loved his work and it showed! It
seemed that some guys who were familiar with him would come right up and
knock on the stall door when they could tell he was in there- why beat
around the bush? So this guy comes in the t-room, peeps in the stall and
knocks on the door. My friend looked at me and I shrugged, so he opened the
door. It was a slightly nerdy guy; about 30 or so, wearing a badge from a
nearby computer firm and a gold wedding band. He was startled to see me in
the corner but my friend assured him it was OK, so he stepped in. Three in
a stall! The guy whipped out a respectable dick with a big bush and heavy
nuts. I sucked on it for a minute and then guided it into my friend's
toothless tunnel. My bearded friend sucked for a few minutes as I beat off,
watching. Then he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me close and took both of
ours dicks in his drooling mouth. I have to this day never felt anything so
amazing! I couldn't stand it and I lost my nut. Suddenly, the outer door
opened. The nerdy guy flew out of the handicapped stall and into the stall
next door while I hid in the corner again. Someone went up to the urinals
and started to piss. My bearded friend, meanwhile, put his teeth back in
and started to dress. By the time the legitimate bathroom user was done and
washing his hands, my bearded friend had slipped out of the stall, leaving
me standing there in the corner.
	After a few seconds, the nerdy guy with the wedding ring was at the
door again. I let him in and he instructed me to get on my knees because he
wanted to cum on my face. I sucked his heavy nuts as he jacked it like
crazy and then dumped a thick wad all over the side of my face and head. He
rubbed the head on my lips, then wiped it on some toilet paper and
left. The booth was covered in puddles of cum and the place smelled like a
locker room! I put myself together, only to discover that a huge blob of
spunk had landed on my pants, right around my crotch. I had to lie and tell
my co-workers I spilled a milkshake on myself! I'll have more stories for
you all when I get a chance...