The following story is true. The name of my coworker has been changed, but other than that, everything else is the same. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Please respect yourself and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.
When I was in 29, I got a job with a large company in downtown Manhattan. Even apart from the commute, it was a vastly different experience than working in New Jersey. The office staff was quite varied, so many races, colors, ethnic backgrounds and nationalities.
I guess I should describe myself at the time. Like I said, 29, a WASP, from an upper middle class all white suburb, 5'10", 140 pounds, brown hair and eyes, shy, kind of average in the looks department.
I'd been there about a year when the company hired a new guy in the clerical department. His name was Ricardo. He was a little guy (my weakness), Puerto Rican, around 5'4", early 20s, small framed and slim, very cute and very black. Because we were in different departments, we didn't come into contact much, but I was always friendly and outgoing when I did have to talk to him. He was so hot and I just liked being near him. I thought he might be gay because he was just the slightest bit effeminate, but unfortunately, while he was always polite, he was also totally indifferent towards me.
One day, after he had been there a couple of months, I walked into the men's room on our floor and he was standing at one of the two urinals. I had a dilemma. Sometimes, I have trouble pissing when others are around, especially someone as hot as Ricardo, so I considered going into one of the booths. But, if I went to the urinal, there was a chance of seeing what Ricardo had in his pants. Easy choice-I went to the urinal and took out my dick. Sure enough, I couldn't go. I quickly glanced over at Ricardo and saw a thick stream of piss flowing out a black dick that was so big it couldn't have been totally soft. I guess I stared just a little too long, because when I looked up at his face he was looking at me. He glanced down at my dick, saw that I wasn't pissing and was getting hard.
As he finished pissing, he smiled and asked, "Come here to piss, or just to enjoy the view?"
I blushed and stammered something about being pee-shy. While he had finished his piss, he hadn't put his dick away and I looked down and saw he was stroking it. As I watched, it kept getting harder and larger. After a few seconds, it was rock hard and huge. It must have been close to nine inches long and five inches around. Such an enormous dick on such a cute little guy.
He stepped back into the middle of the room and said, "Go ahead. I can see that you want it," nodding at my now throbbing erection.
I walked over and knelt down in front of him. I kissed the head of his beautiful black rod and ran my tongue around it. Then, stretching my mouth as wide open as I could, I managed to take the head and about half his dick into me. I began bobbing up and down on the half I could handle, sucking and slurping and licking. With one hand be stroked the part I couldn't fit into my mouth at the same pace I was sucking him. With his other hand he gently squeezed his balls. He was moaning and muttering in Spanish. Even with my extremely limited knowledge of Spanish, I could figure out a few words, like whore' and cocksucker'. In only a couple of minutes, I felt his whole body stiffen and his cock swell in me. He started shooting volley after volley of hot cum in my mouth. I had to swallow as fast as I could to keep up with him, to keep it from leaking out of my mouth.
When he finally finished, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, put in back in his pants and zipped up. He patted me gently on the head and said, "Thanks. That was nice," and walked out. I ran into a booth and jerked myself off, cumming in seconds I was so turned on.
As I straightened myself up, it sunk in just what I had done and where I was. Anyone could have walked in on us. And now I had to go back out into the office, face Ricardo and try to pretend nothing had happened. And how would he treat me after this?
Oddly enough, nothing changed. When I had to talk to Ricardo about work, he was his usual polite, indifferent self. But for the next year until I left the company, at least once or twice a week we would get together in the men's room and repeat the scene. It was always the same, me on my knees, furiously sucking that huge black rod, sometimes licking his balls, until he filled me with his hot seed. A few times we were almost caught, but thanks to a squeaky outer door, we had just enough time for Ricardo to turn up against a urinal and me to scurry into a booth. He never sucked me, I don't recall he ever even touched my dick. But that didn't matter.
All these years later, my fondest memories of working in New York were the breaks I took, on my knees in the men's room, that huge piece of black meat stuffed down my throat.