Disclaimer: The usual applies: If this offends you then what are you doing here? The following is true:
I had so many great times in the T-room three stories up from my office that it is difficult for me to narrow down my favorites. Since you kind of had to work downtown and be in the know to find the place, there were a lot of regulars mixed in with the walk-through trade who, as we all do, always seemed to have the knack for sniffing out a cruisy toilet wherever they might be found. One of those regulars was a big bear of a man whose absolute shamelessness was a constant source of amazement and enjoyment- to me and all the many men who knew him well! Here is how I met him:
I had popped my head in for a second on my way back from a trip to the post office, just to see what was up. Four of the six stalls were occupied and I settled into the fifth, leaving one empty stall to my right. I dropped my pants and waited a few seconds and soon the familiar scooting and shuffling made me bold enough to peer under. Just as I leaned down, one of the stalls furthest from me opened. I heard that person step out and rap lightly on the door next to him- the big handicapped stall. The stall door opened and then shut again. Another few seconds of shuffling followed and then that unmistakable Rhythmic slurp, slurp, slurp... the guy in the stall to my left, feeling bold due to this turn of events, stood up and slowly opened his stall door, so I followed suit. He was a non-descript man, conservatively dressed, slightly balding. Nice, medium-fat cock. I reached out for it but he pushed my hand away and stepped in front of the now double occupied stall and peered through the door. The slurping stopped for a second and a deep voice whispered for him to stick it under. My neighbor looked unsure for a moment, so I said I'd keep an eye out.
He paused a second and then dropped down in front of the stall door. Almost immediately, a pair of big hands attached to big, hairy forearms, grabbed my neighbor by the hips and pulled him further under. I could see another pair of shoes standing by the toilet and though I could not see him directly, the shadow on the floor told me he was beating off as he watched. The look on my neighbor's face went from uncertainty to bliss in a nanosecond. His eyes rolled back in his head and it wasn't long before he was huffing and puffing as he blew what appeared to be a colossal load into his unseen servitor. He came back down to earth and put himself together quickly, pausing only to smile at me and shake his head as if to say, DAMN! I stepped into the stall next to the handicapped stall momentarily, while he washed up and left.
I wasted no time in knocking on that stall door myself. There was whispering, a pause and then the door opened to reveal a sight that still puts me over the edge when I need to shoot: On the toilet was a husky, hairy guy, about age 45 or so, wearing nothing but dress shoes, black socks and a bushy beard, his clothes neatly hung over the handicapped handrails. In front of him, facing me was a handsome Latino who had opened the stall door. Judging from his uniform, he worked in the lobby cafe. He was getting his hairless little ass royally rimmed. He was squirming back into the bearded man's face and muttering under his breath in Spanish. The bearded guy on the toilet was obviously putting a lifetime's worth of experience into it and the Latino was in heaven. I reached out for his small but very thick uncut cock that was drooling like crazy. I stroked him for a few seconds and then he abruptly spun around, sunk his tool in that bearded mouth and visibly shot. The guy on the toilet moaned loudly with each jet of cum- so much so that I was worried for a second that he could be heard out in the hall! The Latino pulled up his pants, smiled at me and left. My new bearded friend sat on the throne stroking his cock downward into the toilet bowl. What more was there to say? He was sitting there, beard sopping wet with spit... He opened his mouth and I plugged in: and holy cow, what a feeling! I looked down and saw why: on the back of the toilet behind him was a pair of false teeth! I had heard about gum jobs before but had never thought it could be so wonderful. I didn't last long and he moaned with every shot I fed him too, then he kissed my stomach and thanked me. I assured him that the pleasure was mine. He asked if I had to piss and I did not. He said that he'd take it if I did. Truly my kind of guy He never wanted to be touched himself- a genuine cocksucker!
This guy was there almost as much as I was, always in the big handicapped stall. One day, after he'd given me one of his vacuum cleaner knob jobs under the stall, I asked if he would mind if I came stood in the corner of his stall and watched him for awhile. The stall was so big that if you stood in the corner, no one could see that there were two sets of feet. He said, why not? That was a great time! I stood and watched him suck half a dozen or so cocks of all shapes, colors, sizes and ages. Soon I was hard again and stroking as I watched. He loved his work and it showed! It seemed that some guys who were familiar with him would come right up and knock on the stall door when they could tell he was in there- why beat around the bush? So this guy comes in the t-room, peeps in the stall and knocks on the door. My friend looked at me and I shrugged, so he opened the door. It was a slightly nerdy guy; about 30 or so, wearing a badge from a nearby computer firm and a gold wedding band. He was startled to see me in the corner but my friend assured him it was OK, so he stepped in. Three in a stall! The guy whipped out a respectable dick with a big bush and heavy nuts. I sucked on it for a minute and then guided it into my friend's toothless tunnel. My bearded friend sucked for a few minutes as I beat off, watching. Then he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me close and took both of ours dicks in his drooling mouth. I have to this day never felt anything so amazing! I couldn't stand it and I lost my nut. Suddenly, the outer door opened. The nerdy guy flew out of the handicapped stall and into the stall next door while I hid in the corner again. Someone went up to the urinals and started to piss. My bearded friend, meanwhile, put his teeth back in and started to dress. By the time the legitimate bathroom user was done and washing his hands, my bearded friend had slipped out of the stall, leaving me standing there in the corner.
After a few seconds, the nerdy guy with the wedding ring was at the door again. I let him in and he instructed me to get on my knees because he wanted to cum on my face. I sucked his heavy nuts as he jacked it like crazy and then dumped a thick wad all over the side of my face and head. He rubbed the head on my lips, then wiped it on some toilet paper and left. The booth was covered in puddles of cum and the place smelled like a locker room! I put myself together, only to discover that a huge blob of spunk had landed on my pants, right around my crotch. I had to lie and tell my co-workers I spilled a milkshake on myself! I'll have more stories for you all when I get a chance...