Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 21:41:30 -0700
From: PN
Subject: Two Flights Up: Part Three

Disclaimer: if this offends you, then don't read it. The following is true.

So: time for some more adventures in the T-room, 2 flights up. As I have been
putting these escapades down, more events and happenings surface, more.... Well,
cocks: Yes, cocks and the men attached to them.
	I was working an hour or so overtime one summer afternoon. Several times,
my thoughts drifted up the stairs and into a stall but I knew the place was at
its most happening in the late morning or early afternoon, so I dismissed the
idea and went back to work. Eventually, I felt the legitimate need to use the
men's room, and I went out of the office and across the hall to the toilet on my
floor. I stopped, as I was about to enter and thought what the hell... and hit the
stairway. The T-room was empty, as I expected. As
I was in the stall finishing up my business; I heard loud voices and laughter in
the hall- odd because the place was mainly deserted. Their voices drifted closer
and then in to the men's room and it was immediately apparent that whoever they
were, they'd had a few drinks.  I stayed in my stall with the intent of waiting
until they left before I did. From listening to their conversation, I gathered
that they were part of a crew that was doing some construction in an office at
the other end of the building. They had apparently been at the bar across the
street for some after work beers and were now returning to pick up
their stuff and go home. There were four of them and their conversation was
loud, crude and one guy said that one of the security guys had told him that
they had caught fags messing in the toilets and said that they ought to watch
their backs around here. The other's snickered and made some comments about
cocksuckers.  One guy said that if one of them were here, he would tell that
golden shower bitch to open up... much laughter... I could hear that he was
splashing his recycled beer around as he aimed for the urinal cake.
They all ambled toward the exit and one dude went to the sink, washed his hands
and splashed some water on his face.
	The mirrors over the sink faced the stalls and as he dried his hands, he
looked up and caught my eye in the reflection. Oh shit- I was caught! He threw
his paper towel away and walked up to the stall. He unzipped and pulled his dick
out. He asked if I'd heard them talking about cock suckers like me.  He told me
to open the door. I was freaked out! He told me to hurry the fuck up. I thought
better of it- for a moment - and then opened the door. He was about thirty,
hairy, Mexican...Nice slab of pork. He jammed it in my willing, wide-open mouth
and thrust away, muttering drunkenly. He smelled like sweat and booze. All too
soon, he tensed up and fed me a small but very thick load. He wiped his dick on
my shoulder and put it away. He looked down at me, grinning and unsteady. He
told me to stay there if I wanted some more and he spilt. I closed the stall
door but stayed on my knees. Part of me was expecting some kind of setup but a
larger part was listening to my hard dick.
	The door opened and the guy comes up to the stall and knocks and I open
it. He was also Mexican but slightly older, and heavier set, some gray hair. He
looked pretty uncertain but his work pants were tenting so I reached for his
zipper. He pushed my hand away, undid it himself and pulled out a nice thick
bat. I reached for it and he pushed me away again and started jacking on it. He
told me to stand up and turn around and I said no- not into being fucked in
toilets. He said to not worry, he wouldn't really fuck me, so I turned around.
He stuck his fat worm between my legs and then surprised me by grabbing my dick
from my hand. He started to pump his dick between my legs and jack me off.
His dick head was banging against my nuts and making me shudder. He got all hot
and started to bite my neck, which always sends me over the edge. I shot a big
wad in his fist and a few seconds later I felt his spunk running down my leg. He
pulled his dick from between my legs and started to wipe up with some toilet
paper. I had cum in my underwear and on my pants. The train ride home would be
interesting. He slapped my ass and said that maybe next time he'd stick it in. I
said, yeah maybe. Too bad I never got another next time- the construction
continued for some time and I saw those two pretty regularly in the halls or
elevators. Mostly they were with their crew and totally ignored me, though once
in awhile I'd get a brief sly glance or smile. Both of them at once would have
worked for me! More later...