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Brussels Commute

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Feb 1999 1 comments
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by Dan A few years ago I was spending the summer working abroad in Brussels, Belgium. I would commute to and from work each day by taking the train from the central station. The station was always busy and I would have never expected the following to happen: I had just arrived at the station and needed to take a leak so I entered the public men's room off of the main platform. I barely walked up to the urinal when one of the train conductors, dressed in full uniform, stepped up to the urinal next to me. He must have been in his late thirties, was goodlooking with a nice build and handsome face, and wore a big bushy moustache. After a moment or two I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and discovered that this hot railroad worker wearing his sexy train conductor's uniform was stroking his dick, which was getting longer and thicker with each stroke. His hard cock and hairy balls were hanging out of his fly and you could see by the look on his face that he was starting to really get into it. Seeing that he was putting on a show for me I tossed caution aside and turned to face him straight on, allowing me full view of his performance. He was 7.5-8" long and uncut, with a nice overhang of thick skin that would occassionally get pulled back behind his dick head on the back stroke, exposing a wet and shiny tip that was beginning to drip lots of pre-cum. He continued beating his meat and I found myself reaching for my cock without even thinking, and began to do some flogging of my own. Here we were, two adult men jacking off in a public john with at least a dozen other men coming and going around us and hundreds more just outside the door. This guy looked so fucking hot in his military-style uniform as he jerked his Belgian sausage in front of me. He added to the show by occasionally wetting his lips with his tongue as his breathing began to get deeper and louder. We were matching each other stroke for stroke, staring each other in the eye and at each other's stiff and throbbing rods, knowing that it wouldn't be long until we passed that point of no return that would send us to heaven and beyond. Before I knew it my uniformed buddy let out a muffled gasp as he shot his first load of thick, white jizz out of his dick, which arched gracefully in the air, landing on the tiled floor in front of the urinal several feet in front of him with a loud splat. Moaning softly, spurt after spurt of warm man seed came shooting out of his prick, adding to the puddle of cream gathering on the ground. His final spasms were not a spectacular as the first but nonetheless a sight to see as strings of pearly cum broke from his piss slit and fell to the floor below. I might add that during his entire orgasm he was looking at me directly in the eye, his own gray eyes peering from under his gendarme-style brimmed hat. Fuck - it was hot. He gave one final shake of his meaty member, sending random drops of his sperm flying in all directions (and landing on his uniform), before stuffing it back into his royal blue uniform trousers with the burgundy piping down each leg. With one last glance he flashed me a wicked smile while raising an eyebrow, and ran his moist tongue over his upper lip, rimming his moustache. He then walked out of the men's room leaving me with a throbbing hard-on of my own to take of. It wasn't long before I added my own load to his on the bathroom floor. As I left, I made sure to tip the attendant woman at the door a few extra francs...