Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2015 02:14:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: rob styles <stud27ent@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Started in a Men's Room

It Started in a Men's Room

by Rob Styles

It was a hot summer night, and I was horny and restless, so I went to the
gay bar three blocks down from where I live. As always, I ordered a beer
and headed to the backroom where the action was usually taking place. I say
usually, because on cold winter nights the back side of the lounge was also
evenly shared between standing studs and kneeling suckers, cocksuckers that
is.

In the backroom, the action hadn't started yet, somehow the six or seven
guys there were all eyeing each other but the critical number for the cocks
to harden and demand care had not yet been reached. I went back to the
corridor between the lounge and the backroom to pee. There were two men's
rooms along that corridor, each sporting a sticker that occupancy was
limited to one person. I entered one of these men's rooms and a guy, a
handsome tall African American with broad shoulders and a crop of beautiful
black hair, Reggie was his name, was standing in front of the urinal,
relieving himself. I apologized and was about tot leave, when he signaled
with his right index finger and a big smile that my presence was welcome. I
joined him, and we both were pouring our golden showers in the urinal.
Suddenly he changed direction and our two jets of piss scattered off each
other. We both laughed and this encouraged him to turn further and piss on
my cock, which responded with a hardening of its own. We both laughed and I
started peeing on his cock. He moved away, hugged me and kissed me in an
extremely sexy fashion. He removed his shorts, started removing mine as
well, and bent over the sink. He was offering his manhole for penetration.
It was all so perfect, I played my part without the slightest need for a
director to tell me what to do. I must have entered his hole the right way,
for he moaned with great pleasure. I kept pumping his ass and he started
jacking his own hard-on.  Somehow, I caught on, pushed away his hand and
started rubbing him myself. I simply love to jack a guy while I am fucking
him. There is something uniquely pleasurable to hold a stud's hard-on in my
hand.

We were getting close, when somebody knocked at the door and since we did
not respond, he also entered the small crowded room. He liked what he saw,
pulled his cock out of his pants and started masturbating. I announced that
I was cumming, Reggie said he was too, and the newcomer started a frenzied
rubbing of his cock, so that in a few seconds all three of us shot our
loads, mine in Reggie's ass, Reggie's on the floor and the newcomer in his
right hand. Not sure what to do, he simply licked his hand and swallowed
his own jizz. The three of us hugged and kissed.

Once out of the men's room, Reggie invited me to his place. Unfortunately,
I had to head back home, for I was expecting an important phone call. He
scribbled his address and phone number on a piece of paper, and I promised
to call him soon.

The very next day, I called and he invited me over. I got there at eight in
the evening. It was on the 43rd floor of one of those downtown glass
skyscrapers, and to my surprise, Reggie was not alone, he had a roommate
Earle, a smaller somewhat overweight fellow, balding, not so sure of
himself, but visibly well-intentioned. When I entered the room, he looked
at me and then at Reggie, with a smile of approval, that said, "He is
indeed just like you had described him." His shorts were a bit on the tight
side and they clearly showed that I had made an impression on him. We
exchanged some small talk for a few minutes, and then Reggie led me to his
room and loudly closed the door behind us.

His room was small and beside a desk and chair it contained a mattress on
the floor. Reggie hugged me and after opening my shorts, started playing
with my cock. I responded in kind. Suddenly he knelt down and started
sucking me, while using his hands to play with my nipples through my
tee-shirt. That always makes me horny if done through a tee-shirt, much
more so than when my bare nipples are fondled. After a few minutes of such
play he pulled me down till I lay flat on my back on the mattress. He
pulled my shorts completely off sat astride me and started riding my
hard-on.

"You slut" I said to him, and he replied

"Look who's talking. You are just as slutty as I am."

We both laughed, but soon vague moans of pleasure replaced the manifold
meaning of words. The speed of my pumping and of my jacking Reggie's hard
cock facing me, announced that the first climax was about to
erupt. Suddenly the door opened and Earle furiously rubbing his five-inch
cock out of his shorts joined our frenzy. I did not mind, as I love orgies,
promiscuity and all that can go on between groups of men, be they just a
couple or a threesome or a whole horned up gang. Yes, at some level you can
call me exhibitionistic, voyeuristic, watersportsman or anything
"perverted" like that. Sharing pleasure is what my sex life is all
about. We all came in tandem, and I liked it, but Reggie furiously shooed
Earle out of the room, with all the hypocritical prudery of a slut.

Reggie and I came two more times and then we went to sleep in the spoon
position. In the morning when I awoke, my spoon had become a fork and I
penetrated Reggie's tight ass with my morning wood.

We kept these evenings going for the next few months. When I arrived each
time I would bring along some delicacy or some liquor, and we'd invite
Earle to join our dinner. One time I arrived and Reggie was not there. He
had gone to the pizza parlor down the block to pick up dinner. This should
have taken him, at most a quarter of an hour, but half an hour had passed
and Reggie was nowhere to be seen. Earle took his pants off and suggested
we have a quickie. I wanted to remain "faithful" to Reggie, something Earle
understood, as he seemed to share his roommate's hypocritical
prudery. Earle then browsed his i-pad to a scene of some thirty Japanese
boys spilling their seeds on the face of a masturbating bukkake boy and
asked me to stay and watch him cum. As I said, at some level I am a voyeur,
so I agreed, and to tell the truth I got very hard. He came on the i-pad
then licked it off and swallowed his own cum like the fellow in the men's
room.

When Reggie finally showed up with the pizza , we quickly ate and our usual
schedule was followed.

I asked Reggie to once drop in at my place. He did and we repaired to the
large shower cabinet where we used the shampoo as a lubricant on our
hard-ons until we came and then sealed the event with two streams of piss.

A few days after this shower cum-and-piss, I had to leave town for six
weeks, and upon my return Reggie was gone. We understood each other so
well. I wonder where he is today. Maybe it is good that he disappeared, for
in the long run nothing that good can last.