Back in the 80s when I was young and very horny, San Francisco was a wide open city. I got blow jobs in Buena Vista Park, I gave them in Collingwood Park with about a hundred other guys as the Castro bars closed, I actually fucked guys on Hartford Street with little more cover than the trees along the tree lined street. There were the window whackers who stood in the windows of the cityÂ's stately Victorians totally naked stroking their cocks, I both watched and participated in this delicious activity and this usually led to even more fun between window whackers and street whackers. It was not unusual to find me on my lunch hour in the first floor menÂ's room of PG&EÂ's headquarters cruising the stalls and hooking up with a hot little Latino co-worker who wanted his shapely ass filled with my hard cock. But the most incredible scene was one I found from a toilet scrawl which said Â"Hot Gay sex at lunch  -- 11th Floor Shell Building.Â" This was something I had to check out.
The next lunchtime I was free I headed for the 11th Floor of this deco architectural jewel. When I got to the 11th Floor I noticed that this floor was inhabited by a number of small and almost anonymous businesses. The menÂ's room was almost hidden on a side hallway. Further it was protected by a second noisy door. I entered noticing the final moves of scurrying men returning to urinals and stalls, at least that is what it looked like.
Shortly after I entered a somewhat disheveled and seemingly exhausted man exited one of the stalls completing the knot of his tie. This seemed strange, why I wondered would he need to tie his tie. Shrugging my shoulders I entered the vacated stall noticing that all the stalls and urinals were now occupied and by some very hot and handsome men.
As soon as I lowered my pants and jock I noticed the foot of the guy on my right covered in very stylish wingtips quietly slid in my direction and gently started tapping. A well-known Gay cruising technique, it was one I was very familiar with. The one thing that struck me as unusual and different was the absence of pants on the leg of the tapping foot. This piqued my curiosity so I bent down to have a closer look and was greeted by the matching naked torso of my neighbor. As I looked to my left and down past the guy on my right I was greeted by equally naked guys on both sides. When I looked through the toilet stall cracks I noticed that the guys at the urinals were craning their necks to see what was happening behind them.
Not wanting to be left out I quickly disrobed hanging my sports coat, tie, dress shirt, pants and jock on the hook and began stroking my already hardening cock. I thought I would get down on my knees and stick my cock under the stall to be sucked or stroked but once again I was in for a surprise. Suddenly having passed everyoneÂ's confirmation that I was a willing participant in this impromptu orgy all the stall doors opened and all the naked guys in them came out stroking their hard and dripping cocks as the men at the urinals turned around still appropriately dressed for work except that their flies were open and their stroked cocks were up and out.
As if on cue men started to pair up to suck or stroke and in several cases some naked bent over to receive one of the urinal strokersÂ' cocks in their assholes. Not a word was spoken but the sound of slapping cocks and balls knocking against scrotums filled the air and it wasnÂ't long before whispered sighs and groans of ecstasy and orgasm filled the air as cum started to fly either in the air or into hungry mouths and dripping assholes. Amazingly almost everyone came at the same time. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever participated in. Spent and satisfied I returned to my stall, cleaned up my shriveling cock and began the process of putting my clothes back on. As I retied my tie I remembered the guy I had seen exiting the stall now completely understanding his disheveled look and smirk of satisfaction as he watched me entering his stall.
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