This is another true story about a sexual encounter between two consenting adult males. As usual, if you're not old enough, or it's not legal where you are, don't read this.
I have several stories scattered throughout the various categories in the Archives. All are true, unless otherwise noted. I use different names in different stories, for obvious reasons.
This story involves unprotected sexual contact. However, I do not advocate the practice of sexual contact without the protection of a condom. Unfortunately, when the urge kicks in and the situation presents itself, reason sometimes shuts down.
For those of you who have not read any of my other stories. I am a Caucasian male, in my late 40's. I am a closet bisexual, (as I suspect most bisexual males are). My particular "thing" is performing orally.
I've been a cocksucker as far back as I can remember. I couldn't care less about getting my own cock sucked, & I don't like taking a dick up my ass, but I do love it being pumped in and out of my mouth & shoved down my throat! Although I know it's dangerous (especially these days), I also love anonymous encounters. This story is about both.
On my way to work
The story takes place about 3 years ago. I didn't drive and relied on public transportation to get where I needed to go. Especially to work. At the time I was working the night shift. My routine went like this. I would catch the bus downtown earlier than I actually needed to. When I got to the terminal I usually had about an hour and a half to kill. I'd go to one of my favorite restaurants for some lunch. There is a small indoor strip mall in the downtown area. After lunch I'd walk around the mall abit. Invariably I'd have to use the bathroom.
This strip mall had a very small bathroom that I'd frequent. It had two stalls, a sink and one urinal. The urinal was situated on the wall at a right angle from the stalls, and there was no protective shield. So that, if someone came in to use the urinal, and you were sitting in the correct stall, you could get a straight view of their equipment. (I always used that stall when possible) The bathroom was not a very busy place in the afternoon. The incidence of someone else coming in while I was there were rare, but it did happen on occasion. On two specific occasions, in fact.
One day I went through my usual routine, and was sitting in my usual stall in the bathroom. I heard the door open and someone entered the bathroom. I looked through the crack between the door, on the left hand side of the stall. I could see that this guy, either didn't realize there was someone else there or, was not shy at all. As soon as he stepped inside the bathroom, he pulled his zipper down and hauled out his flaccid cock before he got halfway to the urinal. When he did get there, he stood a good six inches away while pissing. Which afforded me a great profile view of his equipment. (I'd switched to looking out the right hand crack, along the wall.) He had a good looking cock, even though it was soft. While it didn't appear to be oversized, when he held it as he pissed the head stuck out past his fingers. Anyway, there's an old saying that goes, "if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it."
This guy must like to play with it. Because when he'd finished pissing he shook his dick about a half dozen times. He stuffed it back into his pants, washed his hands in the sink and came over to the papertowel dispenser. Which hangs just outside the stall door. As he was drying his hands, he looked into the stall where I was sitting. I looked down at the floor & pretended I didn't know he was there. He turned & left the bathroom. I waited a few minutes, then left to catch my bus.
The next day I went through my usual routine, and ended up back in the bathroom. In my favorite stall. Within a few minutes, the door opened & the same guy came in. He went through the same routine as the day before. Only this time, when he came over to the towel dispenser, I was waiting for him. I figured, if he wanted to look, I'd give him something to look at. I'd been slowly stroking my cock, so that it was hard when he looked through the crack. I didn't look up at him, but I knew he was there. Watching me stroke my hard cock. While he was standing at the stall door, pretending to dry his hands, I glanced up enough to see the outline of his cock hanging down the inside of his left pants leg. The bulge was clearly defined, and growing. I looked up to see him watching me slowly, steadily, stroking my own hard cock.
Then I heard him whisper, "You wanna suck my cock?" At first I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly, so I said, "what?" He repeated, in a slightly bolder voice, "You wanna suck my cock?" I had to think about this for a couple of seconds. He'd actually taken me by surprise. At the most, I'd expected him to ask if he could suck mine. Secondly, while I was interested in seizing the opportunity to get a cock in my mouth, I wasn't real sure about doing it in such a public place! Where anyone could walk in at anytime! After a second or two I heard myself saying, "sure, but not here." To which he immediately responded, "it'll be OK, open the door." It was as if my hand was in automatic mode, as I reached up and undid the latch.
He quickly stepped in and closed & latched the door behind him. He was standing right in front of me. His crotch directly at eye level. He quickly pulled his zipper down and hauled out his stiffening cock, without undoing the button of his pants. His rigid cock, and a few pubic hairs, were sticking straight out of his pants! About two inches from my mouth! His cock was just as beautiful as it was before. Only now it was hard, about 8 inches long and about two inches, or so, around. With that familiar, spongy, helmet shaped head. Just perfect for sucking. I didn't take a long time to admire it. I simply opened my mouth and let him feed that beef sausage across my hungry, pursed lips. He had his hands on top of the walls on each side of the stall. I held my hands onto the backs of his thighs as I bobbed my head back & forth on his throbbing cock. I rocked my face forward to take his entire shaft into my hungry sucking mouth, then moved backward letting it slide almost all the way out. I continued this action while he rocked his hips back & forth in time with my sucking. He didn't say anything, just kept moaning deep in his throat. I was reveling in the feel of his pulsing member sliding back & forth over my tightly pursed lips. Feeling the head jab at my throat with each inward thrust. There's nothing like the feeling of a hot hard throbbing cock rubbing across your lips and filling your hungry saliva filled mouth!! Feeling your tongue rub the fat pulsing vein along the bottom!! Knowing that, soon you'll be sucking the very manhood out of it!! I always say, "If at first you don't succeed. Suck, suck `til you do suck seed!"
All too soon I heard him moaning louder. He began to press his throbbing boner into my face more intensely. He was saying, in a deep guttural whisper, "I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum! You want my cum!? You wanna eat my cum!? In answer I just sucked harder as I felt that familiar hot rush of liquid hit the roof of my mouth, and my tongue. I continued to bob & suck as his eruption filled my mouth with his deliciously hot salty sweet juice. When he'd finished pumping his load into my sucking mouth he withdrew his, still stiff, log and was stuffing it back into his pants as he opened the stall door & rushed out of the bathroom. I held his load in my tightly closed mouth for a brief while, before swallowing it. After I'd reclosed the stall door, I pumped my own steel hard cock about three strokes before shooting the biggest load onto my chest I'd shot in a very long time.
After cleaning myself up and regaining my composure, I went to catch my bus & headed to work. The whole episode only took a few minutes, from start to finish, but I found it very exciting. In fact I had to go to the bathroom, at work, & jack off twice that night, just thinking about! I'd gone back to that bathroom several times after that. Hoping to meet up with the guy again, but I never did. Oh well, such is life.
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