Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 10:18:22 -0800 (PST) From: roger roger Subject: Tea Room Blowjob in the Walker Bank Bldg This incredible scene happened to me when I was 33 years old and living in Salt Lake City. I had always wanted to live in California so I caught a bus and went downtown to buy a gay newspaper called the Advocate so that I could read the classified ad section to see if there was anyone looking for a roommate. In Salt Lake City at the time, there was only one bookstore that sold this newspaper and it is important in the telling to say that the particular bookstore in downtown Salt Lake City was considered very notorious. Truthfully, I had never before actually had the nerve to walk through the front door of the place, let alone buy anything... let alone an openly known Gay Magazine. I got off the bus in the downtown district and went into the bookstore trying to be as nonchalant as possible as I searched for the magazine. My heart was racing as I sheepishly paid for it and left. I tried to be as invisible as possible, though as I was heading to the door I noted this really hot guy checking me out. He was tall, muscular and blond who looked like an athlete and was very handsome. I exited the bookstore as one would when they were trying to not be noticed and I quickly stepped into pace with the walking traffic and blended in. About a block from there I finally relaxed and looked to my left lo and behold walking next to me was the blonde from the bookstore. He was smiling like a `weasel eating shit' (a Utah Expression) and quickly introduced himself to me. He was direct in his approach and somewhere between "Hi my name is Eric" and "Hello, my name is Randy" the guy verbally laid out his desire and intent to blow me. I was taken back by the sudden offer and said "I live a half hour away". "Not a problem, man, there is this restroom in the Walker Building that is private. No one goes there this time of day". I was bewildered and said something like... what if we get caught... to which he replied that he knew this place and it was private. So, blinded by my lust and looking into his beautiful blue eyes and sensing no alarm, I accepted. We walked a couple of blocks and caught the elevator up to the 11th floor and he led the way to the restroom. The door had the frosted glass front and we stepped inside. That restroom made a lifelong impression into my mind. It would have been an incredible set in a porno movie. The urinal was the old fashioned wall type with the flowing water. Not that I had much time to ponder the décor as my blow-buddy reached out to me and with some force pushed me to the wall and began to unzip my pants. I was surprised by his sudden move and at his strength to be honest. He quickly pulled down my pants down as he kneeled in front of me and began to suck my dick wetly. The sensations were wicked and delicious. I looked down at that handsome fucker sucking my dick and that combined with the furtive nature of where we were doing it, it didn't take me too long to build to an incredible orgasm. Just as I was at that wonderful, first plateau, I heard people walking down the marble floored hall just outside the restroom. They were male voices and I heard one of them say he had to use the restroom. My mind flashed to the horror and possibility of discovery. The only problem was that my orgasm was in the final approaches and was imminent and I was torn between wanting to continue and fear of discovery. This highly charged emotional state took me over the fucking edge and I came in buckets into his hot cocksucking mouth. Mission accomplished for me, however, but I didn't count on the needs of the guy doing sucking. The footsteps and talking got nearer and nearer and I began to literally fight to get my dick out of his mouth and back into my pants. My mind was racing for any excuse to explain why a queer was sucking my cock. I was in an absolute panic but the guy's physical strength held me pinned firmly against the wall with one hand as he continued to suck my cock as he worked his own with the other. Even in my panic I was captivated by his dick. It was huge with a long sloppy foreskin flapping over the head, capping and uncapping as he slid it back and forth over his shiny Ruby dickhead. The stink of his cock was as overpowering as it wafted upwards towards my nose. I was nearly out of my mind as I tried to escape his hold but he didn't let up as he continued to pin me against the wall. I was so panic stricken that I began to whine and plead with the guy sucking me to let me go. The guy on the other side of the door tried the handle but the door was locked. He tested the handle a couple of times and then said something about using the restroom at the restaurant they were going to. Relief washed over my being and at that exact point, I hit another orgasmic plateau and began to cum for the second time as the sound of their collective feet began to walk away. Just then the cocksucker shot his incredible load all over my fucking pants and as he came he began to loose his grip on me and I wiggled free of his hold. I was angry as hell and was ranting about the dumb fucker sperming all over my clothes. Not that he cared much because he was smiling as he tucked his python into his pants and winked at me. Once his cock was put away, he slammed me against the wall again and kissed me deeply and then turned, unlocked the door and walked away from me as I stood there panting with his cum was dripping and drizzling down my clothes. I caught my composure, went home and spent the rest of the night jacking off thinking about what had happened. Somewhere between getting home and coming for the third time, I stuffed the spermy pant leg into my mouth and sucked his sperm right out of my pant leg! What I wouldn't give to be there again, right now, as I put this to word although there would be a slight change of venue because I would be the one doing the sucking on his great big ole cock and diving into that beautiful foreskin!