Date: Thu, 07 Oct 2004 16:37:37 +0000
From: bulgingblue@hotmail.com
Subject: Work Toilets Part 1

This story is based on true events which happened to me whilst at work:

In February I began work in a highs street store in my home city. As there
is a university in the city there are loads of hot young students around,
most of who are look for jobs there are the store is very fashionable and
trendy.

There are only four toilets in this in this five storey department store,
two for the patrons, one for the management, and another for the staff.
Staff were forbidden to use any other toilet apart from theirs, marked
"staff".

One day I got back after my dinner break and really needed the toilet. I
went to the loo and there was no queue although someone was on the bog. It
was Pete; he was a jock, about 6 feet 4 with a `bedhead' hairstyle and
strong Calvin Klein aftershave. His bright eyes were like ice, sending a
shiver down your spine every time you looked into them.

Although I seemed to be waiting for what seemed liked an eternity I must
admit I did enjoy watching him. The staff toilets had windows around the
door, staff had previously complained about not having any privacy although
the management seemed not to care. Some sticky back plastic had been placed
on the windows to try and obscure the view although it was peeling at the
edges and some people scratched it away in areas. I began to daydream about
Pete only to be awoken by a little squirt of piss running down my leg. By
now I was busting but he was leaving.

The door swings outwards on the staff toilets as he opened the door and
stepped out I entered and reached for the handle, my hand touched his as he
hadn't yet taken his off. I squeezed gently although he squirmed his hand
from under mine, he left, saying nothing.

I only really needed to take a leak although after my daydream and touching
the beauty's hand I decided to sit down as I was hard and wanted to jerk
off. Although the plastic was peeling from the windows I regularly wanked in
the toilet at work as the door leading to the corridor on which the toilet
was located squeaks, making it easy fir the tosser to hide their `sins'. I
pounded my 5 incher until my cream dribbled down my hand, I dried off, took
a leak whilst seated and waited for my `old man' to soften.

The manager and another member of staff came to the toilet door, looked at
me and then walked off.

My peter was nearly soft by now, I look down and check, another minute or
two and I'll be ready. I raise my head and see a shop detective waiting to
use the can after me. It's Danny; he's about 23 and full of muscle. In the
toilets, around the door there are four windows, two large and two small.
One of the smaller ones could be opened from the corridor outside. (The
building was once a shopping centre and the floor the staff toilets were on
was a chemists, the toilets were where drugs were dispensed, hence the
windows).

The security guard opens the window from the corridor, I am stunned and
intrigued but say nothing, I'll be out of here soon. I am flattered when he
talks to me, (I love a man in uniform), although it isn't me he's talking to
at all, it's another store detective on his radio. The security turns and
watched me through the window, unashamedly.

I don't mind, he can't see much, after all I am sat down, my cock is soft
now and is hanging down in the bowl. Next thing I know he reaches his arm
through the window and unlocks the door, he opens the door!

"Excuse me, get out!" I demand.

"No I won't" was his reply. "Pete's told everyone about you touching his
hand, we all know about you".

I wipe my arse whilst sitting down so not to reveal anything and to make it
look like I took a dump. The guy walks in and closes the door; I pull up my
boxers and trousers quickly. I go to the sink to wash my hands but he stands
there blocking the door so I can't leave, I ask him politely to move but he
just bows his head and stares at his crotch.

Now what do I do? Acting on impulse and the fact that he stood there
watching me I grabbed his groin and began to stroke his cock through his
trousers.

"Err no! I'm not like that, fag! Your flies are undone." He withdraws.

If he wasn't like `that' why had he watched me, opened the door and come in?
That was it, he had annoyed me. If he could watch me then I could watch him!
He walked over to the toilet and took his cock out, it was hard. He wasn't
gay but got hard over me watching him

His prick was small, about 3", circumcised and wet. His piss made steam as
it hit the cold water in the toilet, it was a deep yellow accompanied by a
strong smell. By this time I was getting a semi-on again.

Our uniforms for the store include jackets and as he was a security guard he
had a blazer, he closed the door and told me to take my jacket off, and he
took his blazer and my jacket and placed them over the windows so nobody
could see in. I just did as he said, he was a large man and I was kind of
excited by the situation. He took a seat on the bog and began to stroke his
dick.

"I thought you weren't gay?" I asked sheepishly, not wanting to destroy the
moment.

"I had to check you were, I didn't wanna shake you up and go telling
everyone I'm queer, I have an image to maintain." This was true, Danny did
have a tough guy image but I was beginning to see the other side.

Sitting there tossing off he looks at my crotch, "come on then, I know
you've got a stiffy I can see it in your trousers".

I looked down and saw my trousers tenting. I yanked them and my boxers down
to the floor and perched on a radiator, I was going to jerk off but he moved
his head as if to direct me over to him. I slid along the heater and whilst
stroking his member he sucked on mine.

The warm sensation was that I lusted after and that I had only ever felt in
my dreams and fantasies. He tickled my sack with his free hand and made a
ring around my shaft with his fingers, squeezing it to add to the pressure
and intensity of the sensation. I put my hands on his closely shaved head,
pushing him on to my knob more and more, making him swallow every millimetre
of my tackle.

He comes before I do and rubs the com around my ring, is he gonna bum me? I
do hope so. But no, he inserts a finger into my hole and rubs my prostrate;
the thrill of his insertion makes me thrust my groin into his face. My big
sac hits his chin.

I am nearly there, just about to cum, when he puts his tongue under my
foreskin and gives me the ultimate cheap thrills. I release my load although
after jacking off I do not shoot much spunk, he doesn't seem disappointed
however and continues to massage me internally until I tell him we had best
be getting back to the shop floor. He rinses his mouth out from the tap; I
am surprised, what was wrong with my jism? But then he turns around, pulls
me towards him and kisses me, both of us have our trousers round our ankles
still and our soft, wet cocks touch, I reach around and grab his tight ass,
pulling his groin into mine.

I have forgotten about time, and a message comes over the speakers, "Jay and
Danny to the customer service desk please."  Just as this is said the
manager moves my jacket over the window and sees us two kissing with our
pricks out. We stop at once and put our clothes back on, we expect to be
called to his office but for the time being at least, he allows us to go
back to the shop floor and get on with our jobs.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this story and all comments are welcome, please send then
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