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Story_intro: It must be close to spring because I am hyper horny. I've been cruising guys very heavily and have had some good fortune in my attempts. Even though it was still a bit colder than usual yesterday, my libido was up and I stole away from work to cruise the public square near a notorious tearoom.


Tearoom Friday Feast

Written by Matt Finnish


	It must be close to spring because I am hyper horny. I've been cruising guys very heavily and have had some good fortune in my attempts. Even though it was still a bit colder than usual yesterday, my libido was up and I stole away from work to cruise the public square near a notorious tearoom.

	Before I knew it, I had a rough looking guy in tow towards the tearoom. He wasn't the most attractive guy, but I swear he had the devil's eyes. He'd promised me 8" in the courtyard. Again, my libido was in overdrive and I was on my knees and had him unzipped and sportin' at the urinals. I didn't care who walked in. He didn't lie. His fat headed cock and a huge arc. He was blonde and completely shaved with enormous low hanging easter eggs for nuts. My cock was already rock hard and straining against my khakis. He was a real leaker and commented on what a good cocksucker I was licking it up to keep him clean. He tasted all man. My cock strained and I worshiped his tool. He wasn't nervous about showing off either. He told me to move between the two urinals.

	There wasn't any hiding, but when someone walked in the door, they saw my guy facing the urinals, he was feeding me, but he was positioned correctly. Imagine the surprise of the first suit that walked in. It didn't even occur to him at first that what he was seeing was real. This "ugly" guy with the devil's eyes letting his cock be worshiped by a self-defined toilet tramp. I nearly came in my pants when the suit walked right up to the urinal and started talking to my guy about the weather and hauled out his own tool. He didn't get hard, he came to piss and piss he did. It was a clear lightly-scented fountain, a mist on my face and the cock I was servicing. When he stopped though, he began to stroke himself hard. I was out of my mind, and deep throated the blonde's arc while imagining what was next.

	The suit moved one hand behind my guy's head and the other went up his shirt. The started making out, swallowing each other's tongues and moaning. My guy started pumping my face and I reached out for the suit's dick. When I touched it, he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then I pulled his boxers down. His cock was steel-hard and dark with a big black bush and big tight balls.

	My guy was feeding me precum in a steady flow and reached under the suit's shirt to play with his chest hair. I jerked the suit while I sucked my guy who was getting close. He was even closer when the suit started twisting my guy's larger than normal eraser sized nipples. A few vacuum techniques from me and I was rewarded with his load. I didn't think it would ever stop, or maybe it was just my wish.

	The suit took over pumping and when he was close I told him I wanted his cum. He jerked himself very hard and replaced his hand with my face. His cum was loose and watery and tasteless. It was amazing. The suit cleaned up and left. My guy had other plans.

	He took of my shirt and then his own. He reached out and began twisting my nipples and playing with my piercing like a pro [it does take talent guys]. His nipples are incredible. Big erasers jutting out from his chest. He told me later that sometimes he's embarrased by them because they are really prominent, no matter what he wears. I told him that I believe they are amazing and that only people who are really into nipples would even notice. Then he mashed his ugly face against mine and we sucked on each other's tongues. We stood in the stall with the door that wouldn't stay closed playing with each other's tits and sucking face. He reached down and stroked my precum-lubed cock. I was very close to cumming after the hot scene at the urinal. He bent over and swallowed my cock.

	He sucked cock like I do and like I imagine I would suck my own cock if I could. He connected with the sexual being in me like no one ever had. He knew how to bring me close without taking me over the edge. I gave myself over to him and before long he had me seated on the toilet while he serviced me. I continued my fascination with his nipples and tortured them to his liking. We could have stayed in there all afternoon but he started begging me for my cum. I said "You know what to do", and he did it. Within seconds I was releasing a torrent stream of spooge into his hot breath and firey tongue.

	He was a pro at swallowing and got off on it. He stood up just in time to give me a second load that was bigger than his first. Cum should have been everywhere, but we both got the last drop. After our feeding frenzy, we sucked face a little while, tasting ourselves in each other's mouths. He thanked me profusely and I thanked him. He got dressed and told me when I could meet him again.

	I regrouped, pulled up my pants, picked up my shirt, and moved out of the handicapped stall. I entered the stall next door, closed the door and hung my shirt on the hook. Then I pushed my pants to the floor and sat on the toilet.

	The bathroom has action throughout the day, and there are little light messages in tiny print on the walls in the stalls. There is a third stall where I have managed to suck off a trick or two: both of us crammed into the tight space. Once when a suit was sitting in the stall next to us.

	Before too long, someone came into the bathroom and went into the handicapped stall. There was a lot of movement and it was obvious that he was taking off his shirt and shoes and socks. He dropped his trousers to the floor and sat on the toilet. He made a shadow on the floor to make it look like he was jerking off and I moved my foot to under the wall that divided us and tapped.

	He got down and presented his hard on to me under the stall wall. I went down on it to the root. It wasn't big, but it was really pretty. Perfectly shaped and proportioned, with a big patch of brown hair and high balls. It tasted very clean but a little musky. I was really enjoying it when someone else came in. My new guy tried to get up, but I clamped down hard and wouldn't let him go. He let out a loud moan and began ejaculating into my warm mouth. I moaned too and encouraged him. The third guy moved into the third stall. I'm sure he saw me on the floor and if he looked underneath he could see me servicing. By now I was hard again and hoping the new guy had come to play. I took of my pants and hung them up with my shirt. The guy in the handicapped stall thanked me loud enough so anyone and everyone could hear him. This got the guy in the third stall into position.

	He started tapping his foot on the floor and I turned around and waved him under.

	Fuck yeah! An UNCUT schlong! I'm a foreskin whore and love nothing better than servicing uncut hunks. Especially BIG uncut hunks. This guy was, well...the only thing I could think of to compare his schlong to was my giant peppermill at home. It was really thick and had to be over 10". He smelled all man and my cock responded by leaking a big drop of precum on the floor. I bent over and did my best to suck his dick. I worked his foreskin up, down, over, and around and he encouraged me verbally. "That's great!" I stood up and walked out of my stall naked and to his stall. He opened the door and let me in. He sat on the toilet and I got down on the floor and made love to his hot tube steak. He was gorgeous. Spanish with heavy eyebrows over black eyes. The smooth coffee-colored skin with black hair perfectly patterned all over his arms, torso, crotch, and legs was soft to the touch. The cock was nothing short of amazing and I continued servicing him. "It won't take long" he said and I did my best to prolong the experience. I did't want to lose this guy.

	He massaged his torso while I sucked and slurped. I got off on his incredible foreskin and within minutes he was rewarding me with his cum. There wasn't a lot. I got every last bit and savoured the bitterness on my tongue. "Are you going to cum?" he asked. "I would love to have you cum all over my chest". I didn't need anymore enocouragement. I stood up and jerked my hard and angry-red dick. He bore his eyes into mine and I was close. He reached out and ran his hands down my hips and into the inside of my thighs. I jerked a sizeable load on to his beautiful man. The white creaminess contrasting nicely with his dark skin and black hair. He moaned loudly and began messaging my cum into his skin and hair. When he was finished with the massage, he licked his fingers clean and thanked me.

	We left the tearoom together and I asked him when we could meet again. He said "Same time, same place"










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