Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 09:00:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Men's Room (Part 1)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with graphic sexual situations between
consenting gay men. If you find incest, watersports or scat to be
offensive or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

The Men's Room  (Part 1)
By Rim4you

Prologue

It was tucked away in a remote corner of the park, far removed from the
picnic tables and playground. Rather, one had to hike quite a distance
along the trails that winded deep into the woods but it offered its
convenience in more ways than one to the weary hiker.

One just didn't happen upon the ramshackle building, hidden from the
main path by tall trees and brush. On the contrary, if one didn't know
of its exact location, it would have very easily been passed by.

From its outward appearance it was obvious the small building was in
disrepair and neglected. Only the plaque upon the door seemed to have
withstood the elements to any degree. It read simply:

MEN

Chapter 1

I had heard about the notorious Men's Room from my cousin, Ken, eight
years ago when I was a lanky kid of sixteen. Through Ken I heard the
wild tales of the goings on within the Men's Room at the park of which
Ken was an active participant. I never really put much authenticity to
Ken's stories, moreso because he had a tendency to streatch the truth
and was prone to exageration. However, what he packed between his
muscular thighs was by no means an exageration! Many were the weekend
nights, as two teenage boys, that Ken and I explored the delights of our
awakening puberty.

Now in our mid-twenties it was on rare occassions that Ken and I got a
chance to see one another. He lived in Wisconsin and I in Dallas, Texas.
We kept in touch with each other over the years and he would recount his
exploits at the Men's Room during our phone conversations.

"I'm telling you, Blake! Honest. There were some good times to be had
there. It's not my fault you weren't as adventurous as I."

"Yeah right, Ken. So I was a late bloomer! You gotta admit though, that
I have made up for lost time within the past several years."

"You got that right, cuz!" Ken said. "From what I hear you are a total
sleaze slut in Dallas! That's with a capital "S."

"Fuck you!" I said, laughing.

"Yeah! It has been awhile since you've shoved that big dick of yours,
among other things, up my ass, Blake!"

"Now don't get me started or I may just have to hop on the next flight
to Milwaukee, Ken."

"Oooooo! My hole is twitchin' already, Blake! Fuck me, cuz! Fuck me the
way you used to!"

My cousin feigned heavy breathing and wild panting.

"You got the dog on the phone, Ken?" I asked, teasingly.

"You bitch!" Ken answered.

"Well. From what I've heard, you've had one or two canine buddies in
your past, Ken!"

"Still do, cuz!" Ken said.

"Jeez, Ken! I thought you outgrew that by now."

"Hey! So I like a little kink every now and then, Blake."

"Not to change the subject or anything but ... uh ... are you flying out
to California for the family reunion?"

"Yeah. I'll be there, Blake. Perhaps we can have a little reunion of our
own, huh?"

"That would be quite interesting, cuz. Now that we're not kids anymore ..."

"Yeah! We can really sleaze it up and shock the family!"

"I wouldn't go that far, Ken."

"It'd be a trip. Showin' up all decked out in leather and chains. Aunt
June would freak! She's practically a nun!"

"I'll be there a couple days early." I said.

"I'll be there the day before the reunion. We'll make time after the
family stuff is over for our own reunion!" Ken said.

"You can bet I'll be looking forward to that."

As I hung up the phone I thought to myself that it would be nice seeing
my cousin again. Hell! We hadn't seen each other since we were nineteen.
Just when our explorations were beginning to take a turn towards a
darker side of sexuality, Ken enlisted in the Marine Corps. After his
stint in the corps was over, he landed himself a good job in Milwaukee
but by that time I had already moved to Dallas.

Yes. I was looking forward to the family reunion.

Chapter 2

"This place is a fuckin' madhouse!" I whispered to my brother, Chris.
"Kids screaming and running all over the place and Aunt June preaching
hellfire and damnation! Uncle Jake as wasted as ever and making a total
ass out of himself and ..."

"Whoa! Hang in there little brother. It gets better." Chris chuckled.
"Just wait until Dad gets just as ripped as Uncle Jake! Then anything
can happen."

"I need to get outta here for awhile, Chris. If Mom asks where I've
disappeared to tell her I ..."

"Needed a breath of fresh air?" Chris responded, reading my thoughts.

"Yeah! That'll work."

Chris walked with me out to my rental car. As I swung open the door, to
my amazement, Chris patted me on the butt and winked.

"Yes sir, Blake!" He said, grinning from ear to ear, "a hike in the park
just might do you a world of good!"

As I pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road, my thoughts
turned to what had just occurred. Did my brother really touch my ass?
And why would he suggest a hike in the park? Did he and my cousin, Ken,
know something that I didn't? Was all this nonsense about the Men's Room
really true? Did Ken and Chris fuck around? After all they both enlisted
in the Marine Corps around the same time. They're both sinlgle and Ken
is gay, but Chris?

My mind was a flurry of thoughts. I had no idea where I was heading but
before long there it was. The park.

We had come here often enough as kids. Chris, Ken and I. It wouldn't
hurt to stop and remenisce. I swung a hard left and found myself driving
down the familiar road over which the branches of the tall oak trees
formed, as it were, a triumphal archway.

I parked the car and got out. Everything looked rather familiar except
the playground was more modernized than from when I was a kid. I crossed
the playground and came upon the main path which led into the woods.

A feeling came over me as I found myself walking along the path. A
stirring. An excitement. A curiousity. What if what Ken had said and
Chris alluded to was right? I had to find out for myself if I could only
find it.

Chapter 3

I must have walked for at least a mile, staying only on the main path.
My eyes looking everywhere for the so called Men's Room. At one point I
felt like turning around and heading back to my car. I felt like an
idiot! Yet, I couldn't shake off the stirring between my legs.
Anticipation?

I did pass one young man quite a ways back. He smiled and nooded his
head at me as we passed each other. Perhaps I was on the right track
after all.

Rounding a bend in the path, my ever searching eyes detected something
which looked like a shingled rooftop. I had to admit that if I hadn't
been looking for it I would have glided right on past it for it wasn't
clearly visible from the main path.

By this time, owing to the August heat, I was all sweaty. Not that I
minded sweat. I sure could use a drink though.

I pushed my way through some underbrush and there nestled among the
trees it stood. Now my adrenelin really started pumping. Ken was right.
It really did exist. A sight for sore eyes. That much was true. I
approached the small building, cautiously looking around. I came up to
the door. True enough the sign read:

MEN

I pushed open the door. The room was lit only by the sunlight which
penetrated through two windows placed high on the wall. As the door
closed behind me my cock swelled to life.

It was dingy and grundgy in here. It was obvious this Men's Room did not
have a janitorial service! Along one wall were three urinals. The old
fashioned porcelin bowls with no dividers between each urinal. On the
wall adjacent to the urinals were three stalls. Amazingly, considering
how run down this pit stop was, each stall had a door! There was one
hand sink which, to my surprise, actually worked and provided me with a
drink of water.

The floor was filthy. Lying here and there were condoms, obviously used!
I took in a deep breath. The room reeked of stale piss and shit. Every
funky odor of the male body could be detected here. The place stunk of a
sewer pit wherein only the most depraved acts between men took place
here. I was in my environment!

Sniffing the rancid air I reached down and rubbed my aching cock. The
ripe aroma of man always brought my dick to life. I crossed the room and
peered into each of the urinals which overflowed with rank, stale piss
that had crusted over and the porcelin no longer a gleaming white, but
rather a dingy yellowish-brown. Hell! It even appeared that the urinals
contained shit in them too!

My excitement, my arousal was rising. My mind was filling with the most
lewd and disgusting thoughts. I chuckled to myself, relishing in the
perversions I was thinking of as I unsnapped my jeans and slid my zipper
down. Reaching into my jeans I tugged my sweaty cock and balls out. I
looked down at my throbbing dick and smiled. As if by instinct, drawn by
the funky aromas swirling in the air, I brought my hand, the hand that
had freed my cock, up to my face and sniffed my cock musk.

Stroking my dick, I stared into the putrid urinal and let fly a steaming
fountain of piss. It tore through the crusty film, splashing and
rippling the piss already deposited there spilling out of the bowl onto
the filthy floor beneath. I watched with delight as my forceful stream
frothed and foamed, stirring and mingling with the stale piss.

Midway through my much needed piss I placed my hand into the geyser
spewing out of my cock. It felt so warm. I waved my pissing dick from
side to side. Piss flew everywhere. I rubbed my wet hand across my face
and sucked my pissy fingers into my mouth tasting my rancid nectar! I
moaned. Bending over I aimed the last strong spurts into my open mouth
and onto my chest, wetting my t-shirt.

My cock was still throbbing. My mind was sinking deeper and deeper into
the pit of raunch. Hypnotically, I lowered my hand into the slimey
urinal and bathed my dick, splashing the rank liquid onto my jeans in
the process, but I didn't care. I was wrapped up in the lustful heat of
the moment!

With trembling knees I sunk to the grundgy floor. My mind was crazed
with perversity. I stared at the bowl and its foul contents as if I were
kneeling before an altar. I slid my hand into my jeans pocket and pulled
out my little buddy, my little brown bottle of "Rush." I snorted
heavily. My head began to spin. My body began to rock and sway. In an
instant my aching cock told my mind what to do next.

As if in a trance I lowered my head to the urinal. My lips kissed and
caressed the cool, filthy bowl. Like an animal in heat I opened my mouth
and dragged my tongue along the rim of the urinal bowl. The flavor of
rancid, stale piss filled my mouth. My cock jerked in approval to the
actions of my tongue. Up and down, one side and then the other, did my
tongue swirl over the rim of the urinal. At times I would wrap my lips
around the rim and slide my mouth up and down to capture every
disgusting taste of countless deposits of piss, cum and perhaps even
shit.

Before long, I pressed my head into the bowl, inches away from the
golden liquid. My heavy breathing sent ripples through the bowls
contents.  I inhaled deeply the pungent aroma that was arousing me so
much and like a dog began lapping the disgusting pool of yellow fluid.

I moaned and groaned as I performed my perverted act of quenching my
animalistic thirst. When I raised my head from the urinal, trickles of
rank piss ran out of the corners of my mouth, over my cheeks and down my
neck.

Like a crazed lunatic, on my hands and knees I crawled towards one of
the stalls, my head to the floor sniffing and licking my way towards the
toilet. In my journey towards the toilet which I knew would be filled
with the waste of men's assholes, my mouth scraped and then sucked into
it a discarded rubber. I chewed on it and sucked from it whatever putrid
fluid was associated with it. I didn't care. I was too far over the
precipice to give a damn. All I could think about was the pleasure and
the constant tingling stirring within my cock!

Once inside the stall I licked my way up the toilet bowl and stared at
the massive piles of stinking shit within it. I knew I had to take a
breather if I didn't want this to come to an explosive, climactic end.
Like a drunken sailor on shore leave I staggered onto my feet. Yanking
my jeans down to my ankles I turned and sat down, cock in hand, stroking
slowly.

I amused myself with the typical scrawling captions on the walls of the
stall.

"For a good time ... "

"Tap foot for blowjob."

"Need huge cock up my ass."

"Piss on me! Shit on me!"

That one caught my attention as did the glory holes meticulously cut
into the walls of the stall. Obvious streams of cum stained the dingy
walls.

Chapter 4

At first I didn't hear it. Then the sound became more clear and
distinct. Footsteps echoing upon the floor making their way towards a
stall next to me. My heart was pounding in my chest. Excited yet
cautious, ready to bolt from this place if need be, yet with some
reluctance.

The door to the next stall closed. The sound of a zipper being pulled
down could be heard followed by the rustling of material. As I looked
down towards the floor I could see legs and jeans wrapped around ankles
which, to my surprise, one at a time the leg slipped out of the pants
and all that was left were two legs with worn out sneakers on each foot.

I thought to myself that this was going to prove interesting. As I
looked towards the several glory holes in the wall, my eyes riveted upon
the largest one which I figured was used more for fucking as it would
frame an ass perfectly.

As I contuned looking at the opening in the wall I could hear the sound
of skin upon skin. The clear cut sound of a man beating his meat. My
arousal was mounting as I too stroked along with my new guest.

As I stroked my cock, I tugged at my jeans to remove them and kicked
them to the side.  Then I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it onto my
jeans. Naked I was ready for anything!

The wall of the stall jarred slightly as if a weight were being pressed
againt it. In a split second the large glory hole was filled with the
mounds of a muscular, hairy ass. I sunk to my knees before the
stranger's butt which dipped into my side of the stall.
The man's ass crack was swirling with dark hair.  Iinviting me, tempting
me, luring me was his juicy pucker, the outer lips and surrounding hairs
coated in a brown slime.

Once more I reached for my brown bottle and took several hits passing
the bottle through one of the smaller holes to my newly fround friend.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" The stranger sighed as the rush of the poppers took
effect and I pressed my face into his hairy ass.

I groaned as the ripeness of the man's asshole surged its pungent aroma
up my nostrils.

"Yeah! Oh fuck yeah!" the stranger whispered, in a soft, low voice.
"Smell my fuckin' dirty ass! Smells just like this place does. Fuckin'
stink!"

I sniffed greedily at the man's filthy hole trailing my face up and down
his hairy crack marking myself with his stink. It was a rank combination
of sweat, anal juices form escaping wet farts and unwiped asshole that
made my nostrils flare and my inhalations grow deeper and deeper.

"Fuck!" The man gasped, as I began licking his raunchy, smelly hole.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as my mouth savored the tangy flavor of warm, moist,
shitty asshole!

I lapped my tongue over the flaring hole and jabbed inward where the
taste was more robust. The stranger met my probing tongue with deep
moans of pleasure.

"Eat my shithole, fucker! Eat my stink hole, man! Feels so fuckin'
good!"

The sound that followed next told me that my new buddy and I were
kindred souls. I heard the sound of something plunging as if slopping.
As I looked down towards the floor between the man's legs, I could hear
and see shit dropping with a splat onto the already filthy floor.

"Oh yeah!" The man groaned. "Got fuckin' shit on my cock, man! Fuckin'
feels great! Reach in that fuckin' bowl and grab some shit. Slop it all
over my ass and fuck me! I love shit, man! Fuckin', stinkin' manturds!"
I plunged my hand into the toilet and pulled up a reeking pile of gooey,
pasty shit. I slapped my hand coated with the filthy sludge against the
man's ass and smeared it all over his ample mounds.

"More shit, buddy! More! Fuckin' shove some of that strange turd up my
ass!"

At the same time my hand took a second dive into the crapper, so to did
the stranger's hand. Bringing my hand up this time, I first smeared the
shit up and down my cock, all over my balls and onto my chest before I
shoved three fingers up the man's quivering hole.

"Yes! Oh yes!" He cried. "Ram those shitty fingers up my ass, stud!"

I churned my fingers up his asshole. My fingers dug and sunk into the
warm shit up his hole. His fresh shit. Yanking my fingers out and rising
to my feet aiming my cock at his gaping fuckhole, I shoved my filthy
fingers into my mouth, sucking and slurping loudly.

"Eat shit, man! Fuckin' eat shit!" He hissed. "Fuck my ass, buddy! Shove
your dirty cock up my motherfuckin' ass!"

I lunged forward and let out a loud groan as my cock sunk into the man's
filthy asshole.

"Fuckin' your dirty ass, pig!" I yelled, as I jackhammered his hole. The
wall separating us shook and vibrated with my powerful thrusts.

"Fuck me! Fuck that ass, bitch! Ride that fuckin' dirty ass! Yeah! Fuck
me with that big cock!"

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! You fuckin' pig whore!" I continued to holler.

"Tighten that ass up, fucker! Suck my big dick with those shitty asslips
of yours! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Cum up my ass scatman! Shoot your ball juice up my shitter! Fuckin'
give me that creamy load!"

"You want it, man? Fuckin' take it, man! Fuckin' gonna shoot right up
your shitpig ass, buddy!"

I grabbed onto the top of the partition wall. Bucking my hips wildly I
could feel my balls tightening up and a flood of cum spewing out of my
piss slit.

"Shit! Shit!" I yelled, as I emptied my seed into the warm, filthy
asshole. "Fuck!"

"Cummin' with you too, man! Ah fuck!  Shootin' my fuckin' load, buddy!"

Our obscene cries trailed to whispers, sighs and moans of satisfaction.
My cock slid out of the stranger's asshole with a slurping, sucking
sound, dripping shit onto the floor.

I staggered back and sat down on the toilet. Panting and heaving I
didn't hear the stranger leave. When I gathered my wits about me I
wondered in what state he had  left here. Obviously he was covered in
shit just like me.

I looked down at myself. Shit was smeared all over me. I smiled and
playfully rubbed it even moreso over my body. My smile came to an abrupt
end when the thought entered my mind as to how I was going to clean up?
There was the handsink. Thank God there was running water but that would
take forever. Where did the stranger fly off to?

I stood up and pushed open the stall door and took a step forward. I
froze. My blood coursed through my veins and I could feel my heart
pounding double time within my chest. My mouth flung open and I let out
a loud gasp.

"I thought I'd find you here, Blake!"

There before me, completely naked, seated in one of the urinals stroking
his long, thick, veiny cock that was covered in shit, was Chris! My
brother!

"Care to give your big brother a dirty blowjob?" He asked, smiling.

As I walked towards my brother, he leaned back slightly and aiming his
cock at me released a stream of piss. I crashed onto my kees between my
brother's legs, I took his shitty, pissing cock into my mouth and
sucked.

"Yeah!" Chris sighed, running his fingers through my hair, "make your
big brother feel good!"

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