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Men’s Room Jerk-off

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by Hairy Italian When I was in college, I used to take the train into New York's Grand Central Terminal from the suburban town where my girlfriend lived. As the train got closer to the city, I realized that I had to pee, but remembered noticing that the restroom on the train was out of order. I discreetly started to rub my cockhead through my jeans, hoping that it would help me to hold it until we arrived. I made sure I was the first one off the train when we got in, and practically ran to the men’s room, needing the sweet relief of freeing my cock and emptying my very full bladder. Because I rode the train often, I wasn’t intimidated by the men’s room’s state of uncleanliness, or the homeless man greeting each guy who came in with, “Welcome, to the house of relief!”, shaking a cup of change, hoping that some of us would add to his proceeds on the way out. It was pretty busy inside, but there was one open spot at the urinals, which I quickly grabbed, then pulled out my dick and took an enormous piss. Because the urinals were close together and didn’t have any dividers, when it was crowded like this you couldn’t get up close to hide your cock from view. Men would have to stand about six inches away from the urinal with their arms almost touching, unzip, pull out their cocks, stare straight ahead, and piss. At least, that’s what I though they were doing. The relief was so sweet as I was emptying my bladder, but as the piss flowed out of my cock, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that didn’t seem quite right. Without moving my head, I glanced to my left and saw the guy next to me holding his fully hard uncut cock. The foreskin was pulled back, exposing an almost purple mushroom head, which glistened with his precum. He wasn’t stroking fast, but instead very slowly ran the loop that his thumb and forefinger made up and down, from just under his glans to the tip of his thick, veiny tool. He stroked nice and slowly, so as not to look conspicuous to anyone behind him, especially a cop I’d guess. Seeing this guy jack made my cock start to stir, and my balls jump in my briefs. I looked away quickly. My heart was pounding inside my hairy chest, and I could feel my nipples start to tingle, as they always do when I get turned on. Was this guy just a deviant, or did this happen all the time in here? Looking down at my cock, which was semi-hard by now, I noticed a puddle of cum in the piss-screen of the urinal. The homeless guy wasn’t kidding when he called this the house of relief!, I thought. Discreetly looking to my other side to see if there was any other action going on, I saw about five conservatively dressed business men, all beating massive hardons that stuck out of the zippers of their trousers. Two of them had turned about 1/3 of the way away from the urinals to partially face each other. They were whispering to each other as they jacked, and although I couldn’t make out the words, the tone told me they were both revved up, and getting real close. My cut cock had inflated to its full 6.5 by 5.5 inches, and was throbbing, causing precum to drool out of my piss slit. As badly as I wanted to, I was afraid to stroke it, so I just squeezed the head. An electric wave of pleasure shot through my body. A steady flow of pre dribbled out of my engorged cockhead, and over my index finger. I breathed in deeply, sucking in air through my gritted teeth to suppress the moan that I wanted to let out. I remembered the uncut guy next to me and turned to see him staring straight at my hardon, breathing heavily as he slowly jerked off. His black jeans were now completely open, and he had pulled down his briefs so his big nuts hung over the waistband. His dripping uncut cock was enormous--at least eight inches--and curved up out of his dark bush to point straight at the ceiling. I started to stroke my tool as I swallowed hard and slowly looked up to meet his gaze. Our eyes locked, hands never stopping, and I could see by the look on his face that he was really turned on. I stepped back slightly to give him a better view, and could feel the hot cum boiling in my balls. I was temporarily distracted by a loud whisper from the group on my other side. I quickly looked to my left, and saw the two business men beating their cocks for each other. “C’mon fucker, give me that load!,” one hissed in a whisper. Loudly enough to hear, the other whispered, “Fuck yeah man, here it comes!” I almost shot my wad as I heard them both grunt, and saw jets of white cum shoot out of their cocks and into the urinals. A few seconds later, the first guy, still panting, zipped up, smiled, whispered a quick, “thanks!” to his buddy, and disappeared. I noticed he had on a wedding band, and couldn’t help but think he would be wildly fucking his wife that night, all the time thinking about what just happened. By this time, the guy on my left and I were beating our cocks, and I knew I had to shoot. He quickly glanced at my tool and then back up at me. Without making a sound, mouthed the word, “ready?” I nodded, using the hand I wasn’t jacking with to slide the opening of my button-down shirt over my hairy chest, to my left nipple. I showed it to him as I gave it a quick tug. That did it. I held my breath as I could feel my orgasm grip my entire body. Stroking hard, I felt my sac contract, bringing my nuts up close. My sphincter gripped my prostate tightly, and a jet of white hot cum shot out of my cock. (I can shoot quite far, often hitting my face, or firing over my shoulder, and always covering my furry chest and belly with jizz.) Five more spurts followed as I watched the uncut stud cum all over his hand, rubbing his spunk into his shaft until he shot the last drop. Coming back to reality, I realized that I had just jacked off with another guy in the middle of the piss-stinking men’s room in Grand Central, and it was one of the hottest fucking experiences I ever had! I quickly stuffed my softening cock back inside my jeans. The stud quickly did the same, turned around without ever looking at me, and left. I never saw him again to this day.

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