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Married man in the men's room

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 23 Mar 2002 1 comments
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by Sparky My first year in college was a great education on the sex scene as well as the school scene. At the age of 19 I had a pretty good idea that I was attractive to members of both genders. I was 6' tall 190lbs, brown hair with a very firm body. (Years of baseball since I was 6 years old.) I always had dates with most of the girls I asked out. And I was often propositioned by guys that were open about their preferences. At 19, I still wasn't sure what I liked. I didn't really explore my sexual preference for guys until well after my first marriage. But that's another story. I want to tell you about my first jack off experience with another guy. It happened when I was Christmas shopping, before I went home for the winter break. Most of my shopping was destined to take place at the local galleria. Having spent most of the morning drinking coffee and buying gifts for family members, I was worn out and really hungry by noon. So I headed to the food court for a bite. The crowds were swarming and it took me a while to make my way there. Once there, I decided I'd go take a leak and unload some of the coffee I drank before spending an hour in line for grub. So I headed down the long hall that lead to the men's room. The entry was a two door process. The first door put you in a small corridor, with another door on the other side that lead into the john. I went in and found a father and his son going through the process trying to get the boy to pee in the tall urinal. I wasn't going to wait for that to happen so I went into one of the stalls. Once I stepped in, I decided to take a dump. The stall was very clean, which made me feel comfortable. I hate dirty johns. I started putting one of the ass gaskets on the seat and noticed that on the wall between my stall and the other was a hole about the size of a soft ball. It was covered over with some toilet paper from the other side, which I appreciated. I sat down and started to relax. The father and son team was washing hands and I heard them leaving. The room fell silent. And I started noticing the writing on the walls. Little notes that read: Where can I find a good cock sucker? Leave number. Leave time and date for hot fuck. Hard cock waiting for hot ass. As I read these graphic ideas, I realized that guys would come here for gay sex or a quick jack off. I started to pee into the toilet and realized that the boner I had developed was making my pee aim splash my piss all over the place. I held my cock down between my legs so my pee would hit the water and not spray out of the bowl. It felt good to touch it. Just then I heard the outside door open. Then the second door. But nobody came in. I just heard the door open. Then I heard some clicking sounds and then footsteps. He walked in and stopped by the urinals, but then continued to the stalls. From inside my stall, I noticed the guy walk in front of my door and kind of looked between the separations. Looking to see if my stall was occupied. Then I heard the stall door next to mine open as he stepped in. I noticed his shiny brown dress shoes under the stall wall. He closed his door and started to undo his belt. I could see he was wearing brown dress pants. Business man type of pants. Designer slacks. As I was looking at his shoes, the toilet tissue between the stalls came down and I could see him standing there. I figured he knocked the toilet paper off the hole and didn't realize it. But it surprised me all the same so I sat back and looked forward so he wouldn't think I was looking at him. I figured he'd notice it and put the paper back up. But instead he just dropped his pants and I heard his belt buckle hit the tile floor with an echoing clinking sound. He had on a really clean white shirt with long tails, so I figured he must be a corporate type. He pulled up the tails of his shirt and I could see his light blue silk boxers. He kind of just stood there for a bit before he pulled them down and I noticed he had on a thick gold wedding band. A married dude. As his hands brought the elastic waistband down his legs, I could see he was tanned all over. And had hairy muscular legs. As he started to sit on the john, he kind of looked over to the hole in the wall and then looked away when he saw me. I was kind of looking out of the corner of my eye, but I could see he had on a tie that he had pulled over his shoulder. I was kind of nervous now because he didn't put the toilet paper back over the hole. I knew I wouldn't be able to shit at that point. Not with a guy that could see me through this hole. So I kind of went through the motions of pulling toilet paper out of the roll dispenser. I don't know why I did that. I think it might have been to make it look like I had come in there for a reason. As I pulled the paper from the dispenser, I could see into his stall really clearly and this guy had his legs spread with his cock in plain view. It was hard as a rock in his fingers and he's stroking it slow. Kind of just squeezing it really. Slowly rubbing it between his thumb and four fingers. I was really stunned. Not so much because I saw this guys cock, but much more because it was so close to me. His dick was so close to me I could reach in and touch it. It was thick and meaty, with huge balls hanging loose between his thighs. The dick head was big with a thick ridge all the way around it. His clean white shirt tails spread just wide enough to frame his hairy stomach. It made his cock look like it was right our of a porn mag. My own prick was now a full fledged boner, and getting harder. I just couldn't stop staring at this guy's cock. He had me so horny I started dripping pre cum out the slit of my hard on. Once he knew he had my attention, he felt more at easy. He leaned back on the toilet. His feet came together at the base of the bowl, and he spread his hairy thighs wider to show me his cock, and he started to stroke it in long strides along the patch of hair on his stomach. This was one of the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Here was this total stranger, in his mid thirties, stroking his rod in a men's room with another guy watching him. He pulled on his cock and played with his nuts with his other hand. He pulled on his nut sack and made his cock stand out hard and long from between his legs. I started stroking my cock as I watched him. Without missing a beat, he started to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. With each button I saw more of his hairy stomach. He obviously worked out. Not that he was buffed. He was slender, but his stomach was ripped and really in good shape. His chest was not as hairy as his stomach. It was a trail of pubs from his dick to his stomach and kind of diamond shaped patch between his pecs. As he pulled his shirt open for me to see his chest, he started to pinch on his nipples. Little pinches. Then he kind of flicked the nipple hard with his finger tips. Quick little flicks like he was playing with a tiny little clit on a hot cunt. His nipples got real hard and I noticed his cock was much bigger than before, and it was dripping pre cum at the slit. His balls were really smooth so I figured he must shave them. Then he surprised me. He leaned forward, and at first I thought he was going to put his cock in the hole for me to suck. I sat back on the john, out of range. But instead, he stood up, pulled his pants off from around his ankles then folded them and hung them over the stall wall. Followed by his shirt. Now I realized I had a naked guy in the stall next to me, and I was kind of worried that someone would catch us. And almost like I had made it happen, I heard the outside door being pulled open. I was totally paranoid. I was sure it was a cop who was watching us through some kind of security camera. But then, nothing happened. Nobody came in. Like they changed their mind. Just then, the guy next to me, goes down to his knees, and positions himself with his hairy legs and crotch on my side of the stall and his face level to the hole in the wall. He was watching me, and looking at my cock that was hard as stone and hot in my hand. He started stroking his cock, and in a low whisper said, "Stroke it." He wanted to watch me jack off. I was really horny and unable to control what I was doing. I wanted to cum while this guy jerked off watching me. His huge cock was thick in his hand as he pumped on it with rhythmic strokes. I noticed his wedding band going up and down so fast it was blurring. I leaned back on the toilet and spread my legs and he smiled as he watched me get into it. So I spit on my hand and started to lubricate my cock head with it. To lube it up the way I do when I jack off alone. He expressed his enjoyment by saying in a husky voice, "Fucking hot kid." I liked hearing that. So I pulled up my sweater and showed him my flat smooth stomach like he had done for me. And I pulled on my ball sack with my other hand. "Nice," he said. "Fucking hot, buddy." I heard him saying it, and I couldn't figure out why it was making me so hot. I loved it. I didn't care if anybody came in right now. I wasn't going to stop. In fact, I kind of liked the idea of a bunch of guys coming in and watching me do this. I thought of those guys who had written on the walls. Leaving notes for other men to do exactly what I was doing with this guy. It was so taboo and it really turned me on. He must have known I was really horny because he says, "You're going to nut aren't you?" I nodded yes, and he said, "Show me how far you can shoot kid. Stand up." Without a thought to why I did it, I stood up, with my jeans around my ankles and my sweater pulled up over my pecs. "Turn so you can face me." he said. His voice was deep, but kind of shakey because he was jacking off so hard. For a second all you could hear in the men's room was the sound of his fist jacking off his cock and my spit drenched fist sliding over my dick head and getting me really close to shooting a load of jizz. "Show me how far you can shoot kid. Aim for my face." And with that he opened his mouth and that was all I needed. I could feel my balls pulling up in my hairy nut sack and my back arched. My legs went stiff and all I could do was hold my breath as I moaned and the first stream of cum went shooting with a forceful jet out of my dick slit and landed with a thick wad on this guys cheek. He moaned as he felt the hot jizz run down his face and I saw his boner ooze jizz out of his dick hole. Thick and oozing over his fingers onto his balls like a tiny volcano erupting. My next wad landed near his nose and it dripped over his lips which he tasted with his tounge. The third stream landed on his chin and a long strand of my jizz ran down the wall with a huge wad landing on his cock mixing in with his own cum. I let the last strands of my cum lube up my cock head and I kept stroking until my dick head was to sensitive couldn't stant it any more. He was looking at me but said nothing. He just stared at me with a little smile of pleasure. Just then I realized what I had done. And I felt a flood of guilt rush through my body and mind. I pulled up my jockeys, my jeans, zipped up and pulled my sweater down. And I literally ran out of that stall. I didn't even stop to wash my hands. I pulled the door open and stepped up to the next door and pulled but the door didn't budge. At first I thought my hand had slipped. I pulled on the door again and I realized it had been locked. I panicked a bit thinking I was locked in, but then realized it had a deadbolt. So I unlocked the door and made my way out of the corridor. Right in front of the door was a yellow sign that read: Men's room closed for cleaning. Use men's room on first floor. I had to wonder if this guy had put the sign there before he went in and locked the door. Needless to say, I had lost my appetite and so I just made my way to the parking lot, to my car. Being just two days before Christmas, the Galleria was a mad house. It took me half an hour to get my car out of the parking lot. But what really made this a memorable event was, as I drove right in front of the Galleria entrance, I saw him. I recognized the shirt and tie, and that face. He was a good looking guy. Along the lines of a young Richard Gere. And with him was a beautiful woman holding his hand and a little boy walking beside her. The nuclear family. And I had just shot my wad all over his face. I made my way to the freeway and got home with a sense of relief that nobody would ever know what I had done. And I couldn't wait to jack off again remembering every detail of the event.