Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 10:01:11 +1000 From: Randy Subject: Understall This story is copyright of course, and I would appreciate it if you wished to use it for anything other than your personal, private and not-for-profit enjoyment. This is a fictional story involving a sexual encounter between two consenting adult men. If this offends you, you should either leave this website as by continuing to read, you will hereby accept irrevocably the responsibility for the effect this story will have on you. I hope it is a satisfying one. If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story, while based on a real life scenario, has been significantly modified for the purposes of this medium. Any similarities to real people who were not participants in this actual event is not intended to be in any way offensive, defamatory or an absolute representation of truth. If there is any offence taken please take a chill pill because it is not intended - this story is only for a bit of fun. Any similarity to a real person who was a participant in this event is quite delusional or in error as the descriptions below are quite different to the actual encounter. If you like this story (or not), feel free to make any comments. But, as always, flames will be ignored. UNDERSTALL It was just after lunch and was sitting on a toilet seat in a cruisy public toilet in the middle of the city, sort of out of the way, but known to other cruisers. I was horny and hungry for some action. Thought it would be busy right now, but so far, nothing. Then I hear a guy come in - sit down in the cubicle next to me and shut and lock the door. I look down, watching the shadows play; nice business shoes and trousers - another suit like me taking an extended "lunch break" or just having a "coffee break"? Or a legitimate user of these fine facilities? His foot taps. Score. I tap my foot, then I reach down, hand touching the floor under the cubicle wall. My neighbour wastes no time, sinking to his knees and sliding under the wall to reveal his muscular hairy legs framing a semi-hard 7 inch, thick veiny sausage. Jackpot. I slip the tube of cockmeat into my mouth and start sucking. Sweet pre-cum coats my tongue, complementing the pristine manly taste of cock - a cock that is growing and hardening as I sucked. I pull back to admire it - a 9" pillar of masculine perfection! I dive back onto it, gagging as the head punches past my tonsils. I close my eyes and enjoy the experience - controlling my gag reflex so I can fully impale my head on that cock and inhale deeply from the musky trimmed bush then pulling back to suckle on the spongy helmet head; then easing back down on the shaft so I can enjoy the veins pulse in my throat as I stroke under the guy's balls. I stroke his legs, feeling the hard muscle underneath, then upwards to what feels like a chiselled torso of hard pecs and rippling abs. I have officially died and gone to cocksucker heaven. The studmuffin clearly has stamina. 20 minutes pass and he is hard as ever, letting loose a regular stream of sighs as I nurse on that tasty head and moans of pleasure when I deepthroat him. His cock teases me constantly with a tantalising trickle of pre-cum. The outer door squeaks. My stud deftly pulls out and we both flip back onto our seats. The intruder steps in, and we hear the footsteps as he uses the bathroom and then takes his time adjusting himself and washing his hands. It seems like forever, but I take the chance to loosen my sore neck, massage the crick out of my knees and flex my aching jaw muscles. Cocksucking is hard work! But eventually, the guy leaves. My neighbour deftly slides back under and I'm a little sad to see his cock has deflated. I crouch back onto the tiled bathroom floor to worship that beauty - no way this stud is leaving unsatisfied! In seconds his cock is rock hard again though - and drooling that pre-cum... Yum! Then I hear the hunk typing away on his phone - he slides it under the wall and I see what he's typed. "Sit on it." With his phone, is a condom. Can this get any fucking better? The stud slides a bit further into my stall when he hears me standing up and I can see the first row of his six-pack abs. I haven't got any lube, but spit on my ass and rub it into my hole the best I can. This is going to hurt, but I roll on the condom and hope to hell we're not interrupted. I start sliding onto that monster. Fuck it's huge. It's slow going, but my neighbour's iron-hard cock is throbbing like crazy as I try and cram more and more of it into my tight ass. I spread my legs wider apart and try to relax as inch after rock-hard inch of his cock forces its way into my guts. Then, I feel my ass loosen and manage to impale myself fully on the rest of that massive fucker. The hunk sighs as the full fat length of his dick is completely encased in a warm, tight stranger's butt. He reaches under and sighs as he strokes my firm buttcheeks currently resting on his muscled torso. Fuck I'm so full. I grind my ass into his pelvis, hearing him moan as I introduce him to every velvety crevice of my insides. I start riding it stifling my own moans; holding onto those muscled legs for leverage when I bounce up and down on that cock and all the while, milking that hot hard shaft with my ass. My hard cock sways like a conductor to the fuck symphony happening on the cool tiled floor of a public bathroom. Suddenly, I feel beneath me his legs tense - I reach down and stroke his balls, which are tight against his cock. His strong fingers grasp my ass as he groans from the other side of the wall. Then, nestled in my warm hole, I can feel his hard cock pulsing as the stud fills the rubber. Eventually, I lift off and see a glimpse of that massive dick, softening but still huge and with a condom full to bursting. The stud pulls back under and I can hear him getting tidied up to leave. I stick two fingers into my hole, and stroke my own rock-hard dick. My butt quivers and clenches around my fingers, still tingling from the memory of all that stud-cock inside. It doesn't take much more for me to blow my load all over my chest. I hear my neighbour walk out as I clean myself up. By the time I'm outside, he's long gone. Not a word uttered - I have no idea what he looks, sounds like or even his age. My neck is a bit stiff from all the bobbing and my legs are cramped from kneeling then squatting for so long. As I head into the city crowds (and back to work), there's just the slightest spring in my step. Life is good.