It Started in a Men's Room
by Rob Styles
It was a hot summer night, and I was horny and restless, so I went to the gay bar three blocks down from where I live. As always, I ordered a beer and headed to the backroom where the action was usually taking place. I say usually, because on cold winter nights the back side of the lounge was also evenly shared between standing studs and kneeling suckers, cocksuckers that is.
In the backroom, the action hadn't started yet, somehow the six or seven guys there were all eyeing each other but the critical number for the cocks to harden and demand care had not yet been reached. I went back to the corridor between the lounge and the backroom to pee. There were two men's rooms along that corridor, each sporting a sticker that occupancy was limited to one person. I entered one of these men's rooms and a guy, a handsome tall African American with broad shoulders and a crop of beautiful black hair, Reggie was his name, was standing in front of the urinal, relieving himself. I apologized and was about tot leave, when he signaled with his right index finger and a big smile that my presence was welcome. I joined him, and we both were pouring our golden showers in the urinal. Suddenly he changed direction and our two jets of piss scattered off each other. We both laughed and this encouraged him to turn further and piss on my cock, which responded with a hardening of its own. We both laughed and I started peeing on his cock. He moved away, hugged me and kissed me in an extremely sexy fashion. He removed his shorts, started removing mine as well, and bent over the sink. He was offering his manhole for penetration. It was all so perfect, I played my part without the slightest need for a director to tell me what to do. I must have entered his hole the right way, for he moaned with great pleasure. I kept pumping his ass and he started jacking his own hard-on. Somehow, I caught on, pushed away his hand and started rubbing him myself. I simply love to jack a guy while I am fucking him. There is something uniquely pleasurable to hold a stud's hard-on in my hand.
We were getting close, when somebody knocked at the door and since we did not respond, he also entered the small crowded room. He liked what he saw, pulled his cock out of his pants and started masturbating. I announced that I was cumming, Reggie said he was too, and the newcomer started a frenzied rubbing of his cock, so that in a few seconds all three of us shot our loads, mine in Reggie's ass, Reggie's on the floor and the newcomer in his right hand. Not sure what to do, he simply licked his hand and swallowed his own jizz. The three of us hugged and kissed.
Once out of the men's room, Reggie invited me to his place. Unfortunately, I had to head back home, for I was expecting an important phone call. He scribbled his address and phone number on a piece of paper, and I promised to call him soon.
The very next day, I called and he invited me over. I got there at eight in the evening. It was on the 43rd floor of one of those downtown glass skyscrapers, and to my surprise, Reggie was not alone, he had a roommate Earle, a smaller somewhat overweight fellow, balding, not so sure of himself, but visibly well-intentioned. When I entered the room, he looked at me and then at Reggie, with a smile of approval, that said, "He is indeed just like you had described him." His shorts were a bit on the tight side and they clearly showed that I had made an impression on him. We exchanged some small talk for a few minutes, and then Reggie led me to his room and loudly closed the door behind us.
His room was small and beside a desk and chair it contained a mattress on the floor. Reggie hugged me and after opening my shorts, started playing with my cock. I responded in kind. Suddenly he knelt down and started sucking me, while using his hands to play with my nipples through my tee-shirt. That always makes me horny if done through a tee-shirt, much more so than when my bare nipples are fondled. After a few minutes of such play he pulled me down till I lay flat on my back on the mattress. He pulled my shorts completely off sat astride me and started riding my hard-on.
"You slut" I said to him, and he replied
"Look who's talking. You are just as slutty as I am."
We both laughed, but soon vague moans of pleasure replaced the manifold meaning of words. The speed of my pumping and of my jacking Reggie's hard cock facing me, announced that the first climax was about to erupt. Suddenly the door opened and Earle furiously rubbing his five-inch cock out of his shorts joined our frenzy. I did not mind, as I love orgies, promiscuity and all that can go on between groups of men, be they just a couple or a threesome or a whole horned up gang. Yes, at some level you can call me exhibitionistic, voyeuristic, watersportsman or anything "perverted" like that. Sharing pleasure is what my sex life is all about. We all came in tandem, and I liked it, but Reggie furiously shooed Earle out of the room, with all the hypocritical prudery of a slut.
Reggie and I came two more times and then we went to sleep in the spoon position. In the morning when I awoke, my spoon had become a fork and I penetrated Reggie's tight ass with my morning wood.
We kept these evenings going for the next few months. When I arrived each time I would bring along some delicacy or some liquor, and we'd invite Earle to join our dinner. One time I arrived and Reggie was not there. He had gone to the pizza parlor down the block to pick up dinner. This should have taken him, at most a quarter of an hour, but half an hour had passed and Reggie was nowhere to be seen. Earle took his pants off and suggested we have a quickie. I wanted to remain "faithful" to Reggie, something Earle understood, as he seemed to share his roommate's hypocritical prudery. Earle then browsed his i-pad to a scene of some thirty Japanese boys spilling their seeds on the face of a masturbating bukkake boy and asked me to stay and watch him cum. As I said, at some level I am a voyeur, so I agreed, and to tell the truth I got very hard. He came on the i-pad then licked it off and swallowed his own cum like the fellow in the men's room.
When Reggie finally showed up with the pizza , we quickly ate and our usual schedule was followed.
I asked Reggie to once drop in at my place. He did and we repaired to the large shower cabinet where we used the shampoo as a lubricant on our hard-ons until we came and then sealed the event with two streams of piss.
A few days after this shower cum-and-piss, I had to leave town for six weeks, and upon my return Reggie was gone. We understood each other so well. I wonder where he is today. Maybe it is good that he disappeared, for in the long run nothing that good can last.