Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 19:50:50 -0700
From: Frank Oliva <markjacker@gmail.com>
Subject: The 80s Were Different

Back in the 80s when I was young and very horny, San Francisco was a wide
open city.  I got blow jobs in Buena Vista Park, I gave them in Collingwood
Park with about a hundred other guys as the Castro bars closed, I actually
fucked guys on Hartford Street with little more cover than the trees along
the tree lined street.  There were the window whackers who stood in the
windows of the cityÂ's stately Victorians totally naked stroking their
cocks, I both watched and participated in this delicious activity and this
usually led to even more fun between window whackers and street whackers.
It was not unusual to find me on my lunch hour in the first floor menÂ's
room of PG&EÂ's headquarters cruising the stalls and hooking up with a hot
little Latino co-worker who wanted his shapely ass filled with my hard
cock.  But the most incredible scene was one I found from a toilet scrawl
which said Â"Hot Gay sex at lunch  -- 11th Floor Shell Building.Â" This
was something I had to check out.

The next lunchtime I was free I headed for the 11th Floor of this deco
architectural jewel.  When I got to the 11th Floor I noticed that this
floor was inhabited by a number of small and almost anonymous businesses.
The menÂ's room was almost hidden on a side hallway.  Further it was
protected by a second noisy door.  I entered noticing the final moves of
scurrying men returning to urinals and stalls, at least that is what it
looked like.

Shortly after I entered a somewhat disheveled and seemingly exhausted man
exited one of the stalls completing the knot of his tie.  This seemed
strange, why I wondered would he need to tie his tie.  Shrugging my
shoulders I entered the vacated stall noticing that all the stalls and
urinals were now occupied and by some very hot and handsome men.

As soon as I lowered my pants and jock I noticed the foot of the guy on my
right covered in very stylish wingtips quietly slid in my direction and
gently started tapping.  A well-known Gay cruising technique, it was one I
was very familiar with.  The one thing that struck me as unusual and
different was the absence of pants on the leg of the tapping foot.  This
piqued my curiosity so I bent down to have a closer look and was greeted by
the matching naked torso of my neighbor.  As I looked to my left and down
past the guy on my right I was greeted by equally naked guys on both sides.
When I looked through the toilet stall cracks I noticed that the guys at
the urinals were craning their necks to see what was happening behind them.

Not wanting to be left out I quickly disrobed hanging my sports coat, tie,
dress shirt, pants and jock on the hook and began stroking my already
hardening cock.  I thought I would get down on my knees and stick my cock
under the stall to be sucked or stroked but once again I was in for a
surprise.  Suddenly having passed everyoneÂ's confirmation that I was a
willing participant in this impromptu orgy all the stall doors opened and
all the naked guys in them came out stroking their hard and dripping cocks
as the men at the urinals turned around still appropriately dressed for
work except that their flies were open and their stroked cocks were up and
out.

As if on cue men started to pair up to suck or stroke and in several cases
some naked bent over to receive one of the urinal strokersÂ' cocks in their
assholes.  Not a word was spoken but the sound of slapping cocks and balls
knocking against scrotums filled the air and it wasnÂ't long before
whispered sighs and groans of ecstasy and orgasm filled the air as cum
started to fly either in the air or into hungry mouths and dripping
assholes.  Amazingly almost everyone came at the same time.  It was one of
the hottest scenes I had ever participated in.  Spent and satisfied I
returned to my stall, cleaned up my shriveling cock and began the process
of putting my clothes back on.  As I retied my tie I remembered the guy I
had seen exiting the stall now completely understanding his disheveled look
and smirk of satisfaction as he watched me entering his stall.

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