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Navy Pier

Written by Matt Finnish


	Wednesday afternoon I had to go to a seminar out at Navy Pier. I arrived a tad late and took a seat towards the back. Instead of listening to the speaker, I was checking out all the guys in the room. There was a tall dark and handsome married guy sitting in front of me and I enjoyed checking out his tan, hairy arms, and imagining how he looked under his clothes. There were a few other guys I found attractive and I was getting horned-up.

	When the seminar was over, I decided I was going to find a mensroom, get naked and see what developed. When I found a mensroom tucked away in the halls of the ballroom, I stepped in. There was a guy putting his little boy in a stroller and another guy standing at one of the urinals. The guy with the kid was out of there pretty quickly and the guy at the urinal turned to look at me when I walked in. There were only two stalls, one being the handicapped. I settled into the other. I took off my shirt and hung it on the hook. Then I pushed my pants and boxers to the floor and sat down. I reached into the fifth pocket on my khakis and retrieved my bottle of poppers and set it on the toilet paper dispenser.

	I hadn't heard anything from outside the stall and jockeyed around trying to look through the cracks to see if I could detect any motion or see anything. Then I heard the door to the other stall open and close. I settled back and began to stroke my hardon. I smacked it against my open hand making the obvious sound that I was masturbating. Believe me, the sound of my own hardon being smacked and echoing in the mensroom was thrilling. It would be clear to ANYONE who walked in that I was playing with myself and that just made me even harder, and I started to feel wetness on the palm of my hand. The precum was flowing.

	The guy in the handicapped stall started pulling toilet paper like a madman. I'm not familiar with the signal, but it was ovious he was responding to what he was hearing. I moved my foot towards the partition and tapped my foot. I heard him rustling and watched as he presented his MASSIVE hard on under the stall, framed by two GORGEOUS HAIRY thighs. I reached down and stroked his hard on and couldn't resist any longer. I got down on the floor and started tonguing and licking it. He moaned and I reached up for the poppers. I took two big huffs and then set the bottle on the floor. He reached for it and also huffed. Then I went to work trying to deep throat him.

	His cock was pulsating and drooling and I was like a man posessed, jerking and sucking his donkey dick. The door opened, but neither of us moved. I continued sucking him and he huffed the poppers again. Within another moment he was bucking and started to shake and moan. He released his cum into my waiting mouth. The quantity wasn't as much as I would have thought, but I still had a challenge keeping it from getting all over the place. I kept thinking about the guy that had walked in and my cock jerked and I started cumming. I shot on the guys hairy thighs then tried to aim for his cock. When I finished I bent over and licked my cum off his thighs. I didn't finish before he got up.

	He left right after he buckled up. I got up and put myself together and when I opened my stall door I saw the guy who had come in standing at the urinal. He looked at me while holding his dick in his hand. I was spent, otherwise I might have sucked him off standing at the urinal.

	

	

	









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