Everyone's heard of Urinals, the dying breed of male-only toilets which used to stand in the streets of Paris and other cities. In Paris they were called by the charming name of 'pissoires' I believe. Amsterdam had them too, even London had a few. The idea has been revived at Vauxhall bus station I see.
Well, with the death of cottaging in UK and the complete absence of glory-holes outside of gay clubs, I think it's time the Spunkinal was introduced as a place where gay men and bisexuals can get quick oral relief. Also those straight men who are not too fussy whether it's by a maile or female mouth, or who's wives and girlfriends either won't give head or are no good at it.
Where to place these Spunkinals would be the problem. Obviously they couldn't be in the street where they would shock women and corrupt minors. There would be similar problems with minors in the few remaining public toilets. So the best place would in fact be gay pubs and clubs, and adult cinemas and book stores I guess.
A Spunkinal is basically a specially designed booth with a low seat and glory holes. A window or peep hole at eye-level would be useful so the sucker can see who he is servicing, and vice versa.
Of course this is really going back to the old toilet cubicle with glory-holes, but in this day and age why not be completely open and above board? No need to vandalize public conveniences and risk minors becoming involved. Spunkinals in adult cinemas and bookstores would only be accessible to adults over 16, 18 or whatever the age of consent is in that particular state or country. There is, of course, no reason why women shouldn't make use of Spunkinals to service men, if they feel so inclined.
Spunkinals could be installed in gents' public conveniences if an attendant was present to make sure only adults over the age of consent were allowed in. There is, in fact, a strong case for separate public toilets for minors anyway, and some public parks have introduced them in children's playgorunds.
So here is my story about a Spunkinal installed in an adult male toilet outside a big British Army barracks in London. There is access to the male toilet from inside the barracks, and from the street. Inside the toilet, monitored by an attendant, there are the usual urinals, and the regular cubicles clearly marked as W.C.s.
However, thru another door marked Spunkinals, there are 20 cubicles arranged around the room. You put in a coin and it allows you so much time. This avoids the old problem of guys, who once they get in there, stay all day and refuse to budge. After your time is nearly up a light flashes to warn that you have 5 minutes to finish what you are doing, then the door opens automatically. If nobody is waiting outside, you are then free to insert another coin and continue for another 30 minutes.
So here I am in this marvelous new Spunkinal outside the barracks. I go in and find several strapping young guardsmen in their khaki uniforms waiting for a free cubicle, plus men in suits, builders, college students (over 16 of course, they have been vetted by the attendant and have to give proof of age) etc.
I stand outside a cubicle between two guardsmen. You know which cubicles are going to be vacant first, as a display indicates how long before the door is due to open.
The blond guardsman to my left is first. His cubicle door opens and he goes inside. Five minutes later the door to my right opens, and the red-headed guardsman goes in. I wait impatiently for my cubicle door to open; 3 minutes to go! Let's hope the two guardsmen don't get satisfied before my door opens; after all they each have two glory-holes to service them, one each side.
My door opens, and an old man of about 80 comes out. I pay my one pound for 30 minutes, and dive in. Looking thru the peepholes at various levels I see the red-headed guardsman is standing by the far wall being serviced orally by someone in the cubicle the other side of him. Drat, I had hoped to suck them both off.
Never mind, I look thru the peephole on my right at eye-level when I am sitting down on the low seat, and see the blond guardsman is also sitting, looking in my direction. I bend down to look thru the glory-hole, and see his muscular, tanned and tattooed arms stroking his long circumcised cock, which is rigidly sticking obscenely out of his khaki trousers; he hasn't bothered to pull them down. His bulging tatooed biceps emerging from his rolled up khaki shirt are a real turn-on for me, especially when he sees me looking thru the hole and he flexes his left bicep right in fromt of it, inviting me to lick it. I kneel down and just before I put my tongue thru, I see he has the words 'SPUNK' and 'RAPE'' tattooed on his upper arm muscle. These words are tattooed in thick red letters above and below a red cock which is spurting a big load of cum, outlined in blue. As I put my face right up to the hole and stick my tongue thru to lick this obscene Army tatoo, I feel the warmth of the soldier's flesh and smell Army soap. I start licking thru the big glory-hole, and he whispers: 'That's right, you fuckin' faggot. Worship the power of the Army, worship my muscles. You'll be worshiping another muscle in a minute.'
True to his word, he then stood up and thrust his beautiful cock thru the glory-hole. I head the command: 'SUCK!' from the other side, and I opened my mouth took his throbbing member right into my mouth. Instantly I could taste his sweet pre-cum on my tongue, and as I started to suck him I could hear him breathing heavily. He wouldn't take long to shoot, I knew that. 'Oh yes, yes, that's right you dirty little queer! I'm gonna feed you a big load of Army spunk. Get ready, here comes your lunch!'
With that his big cock jerked violently in my mouth as he spewed hot sperm into it and right down my throat. He must have been saving it up for ages, as he spurted about 8 times, filling my mouth to overflowing. I was almost choking with his thick, sweet, soldier cum!
'Swallow it all down while it's still hot,' I heard him say, as he zipped up and got ready to leave.
As I was still savoring his delicious load and sitting back in my seat, I saw the red-headed soldier the other side was looking thru the glory-hole. He had seen me sucking the other soldier off, and was now looking up at my spunk-covered lips and chin as I strove to swallow the blond soldier's huge load.
He beckoned me close to the hole with his finger and whispered: 'You filthy fuckin' cunt! So you like drinking soldiers' loads do you?'
I nodded, as I swallowed the now thickening last globules of thick spunk the blond soldiier had just fed me. 'OK, here's your dessert. On your knees, cock-sucker!' he ordered.
I fell to my knees, and his freckled uncut cock came thru the hole, stiff as a ramrod. The words SPERM FEEDER were tattoed down its length! I gingerly pulled back the foreskin, and saw a big pearl of clear pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock head. I squeezed more out, then licked it off, cleaning the inside of his foreskin with my tongue. The soldier startred moaning: 'Oh, oh, that's right bitch, make me feel GOOD!'
I then took his whole eight inches into my mouth and gave him a long, slow blow-job. His moans got louder and louder as he slowly neared climax. He was in no hurry, he wanted this suck-off to last as long as he could hold out. He kept calling me 'his bitch' and asking me how I liked the taste of his soldier cock. Each time he asked me I took his cock out of my mouth and told him I LOVED it, and that I was just born to service soldiers like him, and other real young men.
'That's fuckin' right, and don't you forget it!', he said. 'Keep sucking, you're my slut bitch and you're gonna get a big feed in a minute. I'm gonna empty my soldier balls right into your faggot mouth!'
Fifteen minutes after I first licked his pre-cum off his cockhead, he finally started to orgasm right in my mouth. It sounds disgusting to see this described in print, but this is what was happening to me and many other queens in that Spunkinal room. The soldier moaned and groaned as he shot a huge load of his delicious spunky fluids into my mouth. 'I'm thinking of my girlfriend, you faggot, not you!' he said as he came. 'Oh Katie, yeah, drink my sperm! Drink it all down.'
My mouth was filled to overflowing once again with soldier cum. These squaddies were really horny young lads.
As the soldier zipped up, he bent down and said thru the glory-hole: 'How d'ya like the taste of my lust for my girl?'
'It tastes absolutely delicious,' I said, struggling to swallow as I spoke, but spunk was spilling out over my lips.
'Disgusting queers!' he snarled, 'But you serve your purpose when our women won't oblige. That cum is the taste of a real man's lust for his woman, that's why you got such a big load! Drink my baby-juice, and I hope it fuckin' makes you pregnant!'
He exited the Spunkinal, and I noticed on my right a ten inch long monster was protruding thru the hole waiting to be sucked off. I stood up and looked thru the peephole, and could make out the handsome face of a young man. He saw me looking and leant back so I could see his head and shoulders. It was an attractive dark-haired man of about 25 in a city suit, white collar and blue tie. I loved guys in suits, so fell to my knees and instantly smelt his Tommy Hillfiger body lotion as I took his long, thin erect prick into my mouth. It was so long it reached the back of my throat and nearly choked me, and the taste and smell of his Tommy fragrance, with which he'd smothered his 10 inch cock, was overwhelming. It made me crazy with desire for his load, even though I'd just been well fed by two strapping guardsmen.
As I sucked, he moaned and moaned, then said: 'Wish the young bank clerks would learn to do this. You're a bloody good cock-sucker. Get ready for a liquid office lunch. Here it cums....'
With a huge groan his big cock throbbed in my mouth and spurted his hot sperm right down my throat. I pulled away slightly, so the second, third and fourth spurts went right into my mouth where I could taste the flavor of his thick cum on my tongue.'
'How did you like the taste of THAT orgasm?' he asked me as he zipped up.
'It was lovely, thank you sir!' I said, as a cock-sucker always should to his feeder when asked such a question.
'I work in the bank next door,' he said. 'I'm on duty tomorrow morning when we open at 9 a.m.. Be outside before 8.30. I have a job for you to do'.
Wondering what on Earth he meant, I promised to do as he said. Meanwhile there was another cock waiting for me to suck off the other side of me, but I knew my time was nearly up and the red light would be flashing soon. So a quick look thru the peephole to see who it was, and I was amazed to see my 18 year old nephew who I had often lusted after. I don't know if he knew it was his uncle next door, but if not I didn't give him a chance to find out. I dropped to my knees, and sucked that gorgeous teenage cock I had often imagined in my mouth. I couldn't believe my luck; soon my handsome nephew would be depositing his teenage semen in his uncle's mouth, and probably not even realizing it was me.
My thoughts were confirmed when he called out: 'I'm cummin', cocksucker! Drink my teenage load, whoever the fuck you are!' And with that he filled my mouth for the fourth time in less than 30 minutes with hot spunk. His load was really thick and sweet, and I really enjoyed it knowing it was my gorgeous nephew Jason's sperm I was tasting at long last.
'Wanna cum, mate?' he asked, and as the red light was fllashing I just put my cock thru, not wanting him to recognize my voice. I heard him spit on his hand, and sensuously and expertly he thrilled me with a quick but efficient hand job which soon had me on the verge of a huge climax. Just as I was about to shoot I felt his lips and wet mouth enclose my cock, and I obscenely fed my teenage nephew's mouth with my hot spunky load. I heard the filthy sod moaning as he tasted my cum, and even though he had already cum himself he was guzzling my sperm down greedily, like he was ravenous for it.
I couldn't reist bending down and looking at his sperm covered lips and chin before I went, and he of course recognized me for the first time. 'Uncle Ray!' he said astonished, then he smiled: 'I've always dreamt of sucking you off, but didn't know you were that way inclined. Thanks for the feed. I'll come round to your flat tomorrow for more, if I may.'
'Of course, Jason, any time, and I look forward to another feed from you,' I said. Such a thoughtful, well-brought up young man; asking his partner if he wants to cum, instead of just rushing off after being satisfied like so many do. Politeness and good manners run in our family.
Next day I was at the bank before they opened. At 8.30 the guy in the suit I had sucked off the day before in the Spunkinal opened a side door and beckoned me in. I followed him into the empty bank and he led me behind the counter.
'You will sit under there and suck me off all morning while I serve customers,' he said. I looked where he pointed, and saw that in front of his chair under the counter by the window where he served customers was a deep, closed in cubby-hole with a little footstool. I climbed in and sat on the footstool, and he then sat down with one leg each side of me. He undid his fly, and fed me his cock.
'You'll have to stay there sucking me off until lunchtime when the other counter clerks leave,' he said. I started sucking him right away, and his cock grew hard and stiff in my mouth. I heard the other counter clerks arrive, men as well as women. I could see a woman's legs beneath a long skirt next to the guy I was sucking. If only she knew what was happening just beneath the counter!
At 9 a.m. customers started arriving, and I just kept servicing my gorgeous young bank clerk as he serviced his customers. He stifled his moans of ecstasy a he came, but even so I heard the woman counter clerk next to him ask him several times if he was OK. Altogether he fed me 10 loads during the morning. I'd never done anything so perverted in my life as suck a bank clerk off as he served customers, without them or his colleagues suspecting a thing. He even pissed in my mouth once, and I had to drink it all, what else could I do? My mouth was at his personal service to use as he wished.
At lunchtime he told the woman next to him to go to lunch, and I heard a man arrive to take her place. I wondered how I was going to get out, as the bank didn't shut for lunch. But my spunk feeder had it all worked out.
'OK, you can come out now, but keep down low so the customers don't see you,' he ordered as he stood up to let me out.
'You little devil, Gary. Has he been there all morning?' said the other bank clerk, who was obviously intrigued. 'Can I borrow him this afternoon?'
'Sure you can. You, get under there now,; hissed Gay, pointing to a similar cubbyhole next door. 'Enjoy, he's very good,' whispered Gary to his colleague.
So I spent the lunchhour and part of the afternoon sucking off this other guy, who also wore a suit, was 6 foot tall, with a close cropped head, and had a lovely spunky cock which came another 6 times in my mouth. When they thought no-one was looking, they made me get back to Gary's cubby hole, and I sucked him off another 8 times before the bank closed. When the other counter clerks had gone, Gary and his colleague let me out the side door where I had come in, I was well fed, but dying for the toilet. So I went in the convenience next door, and thought I might as well make use of the Spunkinals while I was in there.
An hour later, after sucking off another uniformed guardsman, a policeman in uniform and several buiilders and office clerks, I headed home to find my nephew Jason waiting outside my flat to feed me his load, and drink mine.
Life is all go, isn't it? No rest for the wicked!