Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 10:01:11 +1000
From: Randy <rhaultafel@gmail.com>
Subject: Understall

This story is copyright of course, and I would appreciate it if you wished
to use it for anything other than your personal, private and not-for-profit
enjoyment.  This is a fictional story involving a sexual encounter between
two consenting adult men.  If this offends you, you should either leave
this website as by continuing to read, you will hereby accept irrevocably
the responsibility for the effect this story will have on you.  I hope it
is a satisfying one.

If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do
not read any further.  This story, while based on a real life scenario, has
been significantly modified for the purposes of this medium.  Any
similarities to real people who were not participants in this actual event
is not intended to be in any way offensive, defamatory or an absolute
representation of truth.  If there is any offence taken please take a chill
pill because it is not intended - this story is only for a bit of fun.

Any similarity to a real person who was a participant in this event is
quite delusional or in error as the descriptions below are quite different
to the actual encounter.  If you like this story (or not), feel free to
make any comments. But, as always, flames will be ignored.


UNDERSTALL


It was just after lunch and was sitting on a toilet seat in a cruisy public
toilet in the middle of the city, sort of out of the way, but known to
other cruisers.  I was horny and hungry for some action.  Thought it would
be busy right now, but so far, nothing.

Then I hear a guy come in - sit down in the cubicle next to me and shut and
lock the door.  I look down, watching the shadows play; nice business shoes
and trousers - another suit like me taking an extended "lunch break" or
just having a "coffee break"? Or a legitimate user of these fine
facilities?

His foot taps.

Score.

I tap my foot, then I reach down, hand touching the floor under the cubicle
wall. My neighbour wastes no time, sinking to his knees and sliding under
the wall to reveal his muscular hairy legs framing a semi-hard 7 inch,
thick veiny sausage.

Jackpot.

I slip the tube of cockmeat into my mouth and start sucking. Sweet pre-cum
coats my tongue, complementing the pristine manly taste of cock - a cock
that is growing and hardening as I sucked. I pull back to admire it - a 9"
pillar of masculine perfection!  I dive back onto it, gagging as the head
punches past my tonsils. I close my eyes and enjoy the experience -
controlling my gag reflex so I can fully impale my head on that cock and
inhale deeply from the musky trimmed bush then pulling back to suckle on
the spongy helmet head; then easing back down on the shaft so I can enjoy
the veins pulse in my throat as I stroke under the guy's balls. I stroke
his legs, feeling the hard muscle underneath, then upwards to what feels
like a chiselled torso of hard pecs and rippling abs.

I have officially died and gone to cocksucker heaven.

The studmuffin clearly has stamina.  20 minutes pass and he is hard as
ever, letting loose a regular stream of sighs as I nurse on that tasty head
and moans of pleasure when I deepthroat him. His cock teases me constantly
with a tantalising trickle of pre-cum.

The outer door squeaks.

My stud deftly pulls out and we both flip back onto our seats.  The
intruder steps in, and we hear the footsteps as he uses the bathroom and
then takes his time adjusting himself and washing his hands. It seems like
forever, but I take the chance to loosen my sore neck, massage the crick
out of my knees and flex my aching jaw muscles. Cocksucking is hard work!

But eventually, the guy leaves.

My neighbour deftly slides back under and I'm a little sad to see his cock
has deflated.  I crouch back onto the tiled bathroom floor to worship that
beauty - no way this stud is leaving unsatisfied! In seconds his cock is
rock hard again though - and drooling that pre-cum... Yum!  Then I hear the
hunk typing away on his phone - he slides it under the wall and I see what
he's typed.

"Sit on it."

With his phone, is a condom.

Can this get any fucking better?

The stud slides a bit further into my stall when he hears me standing up
and I can see the first row of his six-pack abs.  I haven't got any lube,
but spit on my ass and rub it into my hole the best I can.  This is going
to hurt, but I roll on the condom and hope to hell we're not interrupted.

I start sliding onto that monster. Fuck it's huge.  It's slow going, but my
neighbour's iron-hard cock is throbbing like crazy as I try and cram more
and more of it into my tight ass. I spread my legs wider apart and try to
relax as inch after rock-hard inch of his cock forces its way into my
guts. Then, I feel my ass loosen and manage to impale myself fully on the
rest of that massive fucker.

The hunk sighs as the full fat length of his dick is completely encased in
a warm, tight stranger's butt.  He reaches under and sighs as he strokes my
firm buttcheeks currently resting on his muscled torso.  Fuck I'm so
full. I grind my ass into his pelvis, hearing him moan as I introduce him
to every velvety crevice of my insides. I start riding it stifling my own
moans; holding onto those muscled legs for leverage when I bounce up and
down on that cock and all the while, milking that hot hard shaft with my
ass.  My hard cock sways like a conductor to the fuck symphony happening on
the cool tiled floor of a public bathroom.

Suddenly, I feel beneath me his legs tense - I reach down and stroke his
balls, which are tight against his cock.  His strong fingers grasp my ass
as he groans from the other side of the wall. Then, nestled in my warm
hole, I can feel his hard cock pulsing as the stud fills the rubber.

Eventually, I lift off and see a glimpse of that massive dick, softening
but still huge and with a condom full to bursting. The stud pulls back
under and I can hear him getting tidied up to leave. I stick two fingers
into my hole, and stroke my own rock-hard dick. My butt quivers and
clenches around my fingers, still tingling from the memory of all that
stud-cock inside.  It doesn't take much more for me to blow my load all
over my chest.

I hear my neighbour walk out as I clean myself up.  By the time I'm
outside, he's long gone.  Not a word uttered - I have no idea what he
looks, sounds like or even his age. My neck is a bit stiff from all the
bobbing and my legs are cramped from kneeling then squatting for so long.

As I head into the city crowds (and back to work), there's just the
slightest spring in my step. Life is good.