Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I once again opened the stall door, only this time I walked over to him before pulling down my zipper and taking out my meat. I stood sort-of on his side, and he angled himself so he was at an angle to both me and the urinal. Now that I was close to him, I could even tell the scent of aftershave he was wearing...Old Spice... but I concentrated more on watching him stroke his rod.
Just as I reached up to cop a feel of his dick, the outer door opened again, and I beat a hasty retreat back to my stall, just getting the door closed and locked as the inner door opened. Whoever it was hadn't gone toward the "free" urinal or the "free" stall, so I risked a peek over the top of the stall door. My tall friend was still standing there at the urinal, still stroking his shaft, and was looking off to the side at whoever had come in. From that angle I couldn't see who it was, so I craned my head over the door and saw it was someone I knew was "into" it...a 19 year old Hispanic kid named Raoul who I'd messed around with once or twice.
Knowing it was safe, I opened the stall door again, and Mr. Tall swung around, dick in hand. I walked over to him and this time didn't waste a second copping a feel of his joint. It was real long and thick, and from the way it jumped when I grabbed it, I could tell he was pretty horny. Fine by me!
I looked over my shoulder at Raoul in the corner and the hard-on he was running in his parachute pants was pretty obvious. I remembered he had a big uncut dick, so I motioned with my head for him to come over and join us. He did, unzipping as he walked, and as soon as he was standing next to me with his rod out, I copped a feel of his with my other hand, while Mr. Tall felt my dick.
I guess Mr. Tall was hotter than I thought, because he suddenly grabbed his own dick back out of my hand and started stroking furiously. After all this time, I wanted to get my rocks off too, so I fisted mine, and kept my left hand traveling between Raoul's thick cock and Mr. Tall's balls, which I was caressing as he beat off.
My tall friend suddenly twisted a little, evidently aiming for the urinal, and started shooting his load, making these little "grunting/sighing" noises as he blew his load. That was enough to set me off, and I twisted in the other direction and started shooting my cum on the wall, with my hand still on his balls. Raoul just watched, give his rod another stroke or two, put it away, zipped up and left...I figured I'd catch him later...and by that time, the two of us were both finished shooting off. My tall friend (God, was he handsome!), turned to me, and - pressing his softening cock against mine - pulled me to him and gave me a long, hard deep kiss. If my knees hadn't been buckling, I might have had the presence of mind to get this stud's phone number, but by the time I thought of it, he was gone. Such is life.
After -that- little scene, I decided I needed another soda and another cigarette, so I went back upstairs, and after a quick stop at the soda machine, went back up to the balcony to watch the movies and recuperate. I just relaxed for a while, checking out the movie with one eye and the audience with the other. Only one or two guys, and they were aged somewhere between retirement and death, so after about an hour, I went downstairs to check out the straight film.
I went down one of the side aisles to one of the little "standing areas" behind the seats, only to find Raoul getting sucked off by some guy I couldn't quite make out. Needless to say, I didn't feel like interrupting, so I went over to the other side's "standing area" and watched the film for a few minutes, until my eyes got accustomed to the dark...and then I found out where all the hot men were...and then I was watching them more then the movie. Something about straight guys, though; they don't "whip it out" in the theater; they just rub it through their pants. Although that was fun to watch, I figured I'd check out the johns again...
As I hit the bottom of the steps, I could see three or four guys sitting around watching a straight movie (the same one as upstairs), on the video screen there in the lounge. Even though the movie is a straight one, it's fairly well-known that if you hang out down there, you're looking for dick, so I didn't feel funny checking these guys out. One, in particular, was pretty hot...another dirty blond guy, about my age and height, fairly muscular, and with an incredible thatch of chest hair showing through the neck opening of his shirt. He looked like he had a pretty good-sized basket, too, but I couldn't tell too much because of the way he was sitting.
To my disappointment, he didn't follow me into the john (either one of them), so when I confirmed there was no one in either of them, I went back out and decided to sit down and join the crowd. While I'd been in the ladies room, though, all but Mr. Dirty Blond (number 2 for the day!), had left, so I sat myself down in a place where I could watch him and the stairs at the same time.
That touched off one of those "cat-and-mouse eye games" I love to play. He'd look at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and I'd look at him when I thought he wasn't looking. After a few minutes, we'd both "caught" each other, and started staring at each other openly. I figured I'd "up the stakes" a little, and spread my legs wide and started groping myself through my jeans. Well, he "called my raise," and did the same thing, massaging a hefty basket through his pants. I made sure that while I was doing it, the outline of my hard-on showed clearly. He topped me there, too, tugging down his zipper and sticking his hand into his pants through the fly to rub his rod through the white briefs I saw bulging outward.
This was too much. I stood up, and waved for him to come into the men's room with me. I waited till I saw if he was going to, and sure enough, he stood up, and - holding his leather jacket in front of him to camouflage the open zipper - joined me.
As soon as we were into the john, we each headed for one of the urinals. He wrestled to get his cock out as I twisted and squirmed till my hard-on was out in the open. He had a nice cock...almost a twin to my own...and without a word being spoken, we both grabbed for each at the same time. In short order, we were both standing there next to the urinals, facing each other, jerking each other off. We did exactly the same things to each other...he stroked me a certain way, I stroked him a certain way. He hefted my balls in his hand, I hefted his in my hand. He reached up under my shirt to run his hand over my chest, I did the same to him, luxuriating in the feel of his hairy chest, running my fingers through the hair, darting back and forth from nipple to nipple.
We gradually moved closed and closer to each other, until the heads of our cocks were rubbing together. He took one more step toward me, and with a flip of his wrist, had both our cocks in his hand. He started jerking them at the same time, and I started thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking his hand. He kissed me. I kissed him back. He kissed me again, harder. I kissed him again, harder. Finally, we were standing there, him jerking us both off, our faces locked together, our tongues darting back and forth in a long, deep kiss.
I knew we'd been lucky not have been interrupted before this, and I knew I wanted to cum. He was stroking both of us hard, but I pulled back, leaving him working on only his cock. He didn't seem to mind; he just picked up the pace on his meat, while I took mine in hand to "catch up." In retrospect, I shouldn't have done this, but I reached up and grabbed ahold of the base of his shaft (right where it was sticking out of his fly), and traced my finger through the pubic hair, down to the underside...and then I grabbed his balls.
With that, he let out a loud groan (I swear it echoed off the tile walls, but that's probably my imagination), and shot his load straight up in the air...after the first blast, he aimed toward the urinal, and like the tall guy before, I kept my hand wrapped around his balls while he blew off. This time, I didn't cum though...nuts!...but it was still fun. As soon as he creamed, he took off, so I put myself back together and went back out to the lounge to sit down.
There were a couple of more guys out there now...no one really special; the hottest was a Hispanic guy in his mid-late twenties who was also watching to see who'd come down the stairs. He wasn't the type I'd go after, but I wouldn't throw him out of bed, either, and besides, his thin little moustache looked kinda cute. Wi
th his thin, light build, he reminded me of a cat. Since we were both looking for the same thing, we both basically ignored each other, except once when a particular ugly came downstairs, he turned to me and made a face. I laughed despite myself.
I was just about to give up hope when this STUD came down the stairs. This was one of those guys you just cannot picture as being into men. He was about 6', about 180#, blond hair, green eyes (I know, I stared), dressed like a GQ boy, 30 years old, tops. Very, very handsome, and very, very hot. The Latino and I both followed his progress, and when he disappeared into the men's room, I noticed he had a hot ass too...and I'm not generally an "ass man."
When Mr. Stud didn't come out after a couple of minutes, I began to have second thoughts about him being "obviously straight," and I non-chalantly made my way into the men's room... the Hispanic guy had the same idea; he was almost right behind me. There are only two stalls in there, and it was obvious from the open door that he wasn't in the one on the left, so I knew he was in the one on the right. Figuring that he was doing his business, I considered this "expedition" a loss, until I caught a glimpse of him looking back out at me through the crack in the door. Hot damn!
I walked over there and stared through the crack in the door. He was looking back, and from the motion of his arm, he was stroking himself. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, and after a quick look over my shoulder (the Hispanic guy was leaning against one of the sinks behind me, paying avid attention), I unzipped my fly and hauled out my dick, stroking it so he could see it.
Mr. Stud seemed to hesitate a minute, then I saw him reach up and I heard him open the door to the stall. Once it was fully open, I could see that I had been right; he was sitting there on the john, his pants around his ankles, and a thick, cut cock standing up from his lap. His hand returned to his dick at the same time the Latino guy came over to look.
Actually, the Latino guy came over to do more than look. He took one glance at Mr. Stud's hard slab of meat, one look at my hard dick, and promptly whipped out his own. My God...it wasn't fully hard (it still had that "rubbery" look about it), but it was really fucking thick and really fucking long. It was almost like it -poured- out of his pants, and my opinion as to his looks was suddenly revised...
Mr. Stud was really getting off on watching the two of us standing side by side outside his stall pulling our puds, because he was pounding away. He looked really hot doing that, and there was something about the way the gold chain around his neck stood out in contrast to his taut neck muscles that drove me wild. The Latino guy tried to walk further into the stall (probably hoping Mr. Stud would suck him off), but Mr. Stud pushed him back, then grabbed the Latino's dick and felt it...then mine...then Mr. Stud leaned back, pulled up his shirt, and blasted his load all over his smooth stomach. Shit!
The Latino and I were both evidently too far gone to be stopped, though, and after the last occasion, I wanted to cum, bad! He stepped back and was again shoulder-to-shoulder with me, and as Mr. Stud closed the stall door, we just looked at each other and kept stroking, grooving on each other's dicks and the scene we'd just shared. He came first, shooting a couple of good blasts onto the stall door...and that set me off; I shot a huge load right on top of his. When we were both finished and putting ourselves back together, he just looked at me and grinned, and I think I probably grinned back.
After that, I definitely needed some recuperation. I spent the next hour or two drinking a soda, smoking a couple of cigarettes, and watching the movies (which were getting stale at this point). I knew as soon as I felt my hard-on stirring again that I was fully recovered...and once again I went off on the prowl.
It was about 5:30ish or so now, and I guess it was between "shifts," because the place was fairly empty...the afternoon crowd has dispersed, and the after-work crowd hadn't hit yet. I didn't feel like sitting downstairs in the lounge, so I decided to check out the straight theater again. I found a seat quickly on this ratty old couch in the back and just relaxed.
A few minutes later, this tall guy in a business suit came in and stood about two feet away from me. I couldn't see too much of him - it was dark there and his suit was dark - but I could tell he was at least as tall as I was, had a moustache, and looked to be in fairly good shape. I figured he was straight and waiting to get his bearings before he went to find a seat (you'd think I'd learn after a while, wouldn't you?), so I didn't pay too much attention to him until I could see that not only was he hard, but it was showing through his 3-piece suit pants, and he was rubbing the bulge. That really caught my attention, and I uncrossed my legs and started rubbing my own bulge, putting on my own little show for his entertainment.
He got the hint fast, first staring at me and then (with a quick look around to be sure no one was watching), he sat down on the couch next to me, spread his legs wide and unzipped his pants. Up close, I could tell he was Italian, and looked for all the world like an insurance salesman...and I've always had thing for guys in suits. Once I could see that he had a decent-sized rod, I tugged down my fly and hauled my meat out once again. He surprised me by reaching over and grabbing ahold of my rod, but fair's fair, I figured, and I did the same to him. He leaned over, and I thought he was going to give my a blow-job right there, but instead he whispered, "Meet me downstairs in a few minutes." I nodded, and he stood up, zippering himself up as he walked toward the door.
I waited the few minutes, then casually sauntered out of the theater and down the stairs. I first checked the women's room - not in there - and then headed for the men's john. When I got in there, it seemed I'd been replaced, because he and another guy in a suit were just disappearing into one of the stalls. I sighed and went to walk back out, but then figured "fuck it," and walked over to peer over the edge of the stall. The other guy in the suit was also Italian-looking, also with a mustache...not as tall from the looks of him; he was sitting down, and I started looking it at just the point where the tall one (my friend from upstairs), rammed his cock into the shorted guy's mouth.
The slurping sounds were pretty hot, and the tall guy must have been having a good time, because he was really slamming it to the other one. He put his hand up on the side wall of the stall to balance himself, and I noticed his wedding ring...I figured he was probably stopping in on his way home from work for a quickie. He got it, too, because when I next looked over, he pulled back, pulling his dick out of the guy's mouth, and shot his load on the guy's face...he didn't seem to mind; he stuck his tongue out to catch as much as he could. I left before he came out of the stall and grabbed a seat out in the lounge.
Well, both of them came and left and so did about a dozen other guys. I was getting hungry, but I wanted to shoot off one more time before I headed home, so I figured I'd hang out for a while more and see what happened. Fortunately, the particular straight movie that was on the video monitor was pretty hot (all the guys were anyway), so I wasn't bored.
I had almost decided that I'd just forego the pleasure of a third shoot when someone I knew from a previous "trip" came in. Steve was 27 years old, 5'10", 170#, brown hair, green eyes, hairy chest and stomach...of Greek descent...and while his cock wasn't long (maybe 7"), it was thick, and had those "perfect proportions" I like so much. He looks a lot like the actor, John Stamos. We'd run into each a few times before there, and had always had fun getting it on. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow (basically asking, "You wanna get it on?"), and he looked back, smiled, and nodded toward the men's room.
We hit the stall together and it wasn't long before we had out pants down around each other's ankles. He had a good pair of balls, too, and I was having a good time holding his sac in one hand and stroking his rod with the other...he was doing about the same thing to me. We did that for a minute or two, and then he let go and started unbuttoning his shirt. I waited till he finished, and then I pushed the two halves apart and started licking and nipping at his nipples, and returned my hands to his dick and balls.
We kept that up for a nice long while and I was r
eally starting to get into it, but then Steve pulled away and asked me to turn around. I was a little mystified, but hot, so I did it...
I felt his hand running up and down my ass, and he kept whispering, "Nice buns, nice buns..." I was complimented, but was never much one for ass-play, so I was paying careful attention to what he was doing. He bent me over a little, almost over the john, and I felt his hand replaced with the tip of his hard dick.
I said, "I don't get fucked," and he said he remembered. He moved in closer to me, and now I thought I knew what he was up to. He rubbed his whole shaft and up down my ass, and finally, resting against my ass, he moved in closer and grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting. It felt pretty good, having this hot stud semi-dry-fucking me, and it felt even better when he leaned over me, trapping his cock in place, and my grabbing dick. As he thrusted, ever so gently, I could feel the hair on his chest and stomach rub against my lower back and ass, and that felt hot, and he seemed to have just the right grip on my rod to make -that- feel good too.
I could have gone on like that for a while, but I could sense Steve was getting closer. The thrusts were getting stronger, and his hard cock felt even stiffer up against my ass. He was jerking on my shaft harder and faster too...our movements were getting really violent, and as I straightened up a little to regain my balance, he leaned closer in, nuzzling the back of my neck. He said, "I'm gonna cum!" and without breaking stride, starting shooting his load onto my back and his...he kept thrusting his big dick against my ass, and I the combination of his hairy stomach rubbing against my back, his hot breath on my neck, and the stroking he was doing on my cock set me off...I creamed, shooting into the john.
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