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The skinhead and the antique leather clad man zeroed in on a thin, longhaired lad who had come out of one of the cubicles to stand at the trough. A good looking coffee coloured man also emerged from the same cubicle. After a few seconds to adjust his suit and tie as he took in the pools of activity, he turned on his heals and squeezed past the blue rinse with a nervous smile. The elder of the workmen leaned over Ben and stroked his head, pulling it in closer to his dirt smeared jeans. Ben lowered his head and kissed the material bulging at the man’s groin. With smoothing hands he rubbed the jeans and prised open the flies once more. The stout piece of joy leapt out at Ben, he licked at some silky drops of precum and took the whole thing from knob to ballsack into his mouth. The man groaned, bending at the knees to encourage more deeptroat swallows. Ben thrust his face repeatedly against the man’s belly, wriggling his head as he pulled back. Sweat built up on the workman’s brow, his face and neck grew red, and trembling began to take hold of his legs. He grasped Ben’s head with one hand and tugged at the neck of his coat with the other to hold himself steady as he thrust into him. The force was hard and rough, his surging strength greater even than Ben’s desire. And the sweet rounded movements of Ben’s lunges seemed to make him hornier still. His ballsack rose tight up against his body while Ben twisted them delicately. His cock swelled fit to burst. Then trembling from head to toes, growling moans escaped his throat and his seed wrenched from his nuts with repeated explosions. Ben’s mouth filled with waves of hot salty-sweet semen, it trickled over his chin and escaped in splattered bursts all over the workman’s jeans and up on to Ben’s forehead. The younger workman effortlessly relaxed further away from the urinal, and though still watching Ben kiss his older mate’s legs and balls, the lad took hold of Jon’s bollocks and played with them as they stood at the cubicle door. During the older workman’s recovery, in retrieving his underpants
and trousers, Ben bent in to suck up the blobs of spunk that had eluded
his mouth. He sat back and wiped the streak stains from his face then
licked them from his fingers for all to see, in the throws of his
own joyful sex-worship ritual. Ben noticed that some spunk had landed on the older man’s boot,
so he bowed down and touched it with his tongue before he settled
in to a loving, open-mouth kiss. The man hitched up his jeans and
moved away without a word. Ben fell forward on to his hands but smiled. The blue rinse too was getting his nuts off inside his pants, watching
the free show while keeping cave. Once settled inside his cubicle Ben sat on the toilet seat, pealing away some tissue paper stuck over a large peep hole as veil, he peered into the neighbouring stall. There Jon had positioned himself and the young labourer so that Ben would get a good look at the activity going on. Jon had wasted no time. He had the lad’s jeans around his ankles, kneeling before him Jon was in the process of pulling down a pair of stained boxers with his mouth. He stopped sucking on the underwear when he spotted Ben’s shadow at the cubicle wall. With soft moans he buried his face into the sticky sweat between the labourer’s thighs. In a moment first one then both large low-hanging balls were expertly sucked into his mouth. Jon even managed a sort of grin over at Ben’s peephole. An expression of ecstasy spread over Jon’s face when the lad whispered, ‘Fuck man!’ then used his calloused hands to control Jon’s release of his balls. The labourer was about to pull back his foreskin, but Jon stopped him. Bending over the loose skin his eyelids fluttered shut as if about to surrender to a romantic embrace, instead he shuffled round to face the lad’s huge knob. The cock reared up in expectation, but Jon had a good hold on its mass. He trained it back down toward his lips with both of his hands wrapped around the shaft. Teasing the elongated pucker with tantalising licks, he brought his hand along the shaft to open the foreskin with his fingers. Again closing his eyes to savour the sensation, he darted his tongue between the skin and the knob. A sigh released from Jon’s chest as he sat back to survey the brute pulsating before him and the lad who relished every worshipful moment being lavished on his cock. Jon went back on the labourer’s knob with true devotion. ‘Gorgeous!’ rattled from his mouth. He had pulled back the lad’s foreskin, breathed in the full odours of man, work and sweat, then launched on the knob. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go, still it was an effort. Pressing hard, Jon tried to drive the knob as far into his throat as it could go. The labourer bent at the knees. Not with a wince, but with a rush of pleasure that forced his eyeballs to roll back in his head and his eyelids to tremble. He tried to draw Jon’s head back from his knob but Jon would not be moved. He sucked harder on the lad’s dickhead causing him to bend further at his shaking knees. Ben adjusted his position on the toilet seat so he could undo his flies and release his sopping wet erection. Without losing sight of Jon’s enjoyment, Ben ran the precum over his dick and yanked. Jon let the labourer push his head away, but only so that he could
wipe some of his saliva from the lad’s meat and rub it on his
own. The lad steadied himself, then took hold of Jon’s head
encouraging him to stand up. Jon’s slender cut dick danced briefly
against the lad’s monster as it bounced down across Jon’s
belly. The lad released Jon’s head and forced his hands through
Jon’s arms, resting on his hands on Jon’s bare buttocks.
Jon opened his legs, drawing the huge cock between his thighs and
allowing the labourer to lean in close and start to hump against him. ‘Fuck me,’ Jon spoke softly into the lad’s ear. He handed him a condom then turned from him and hunched over. In the confines of the cubicle there was little space for the lad to step back and roll on the rubber. His balls pressed up against Jon’s thigh and his cock rested across his shaved, creamy buttocks. Jon watched as the lad fumbled the johnny over his wet knob, then he handed him some lube when the rubber covered as much of the shaft as it could. The labourer squirted lube some over the sheath and handed the tube
back to Jon, who drew more out and fingered it up his pliant hole.
Ben crouched down to press his face right up to the peephole, Jon
too pressed into the opening. They exchanged bumpy, thudding kisses
in time to the labourer’s increasing jabs. The kisses became
rougher and more desperate as the lad drove shaft-long stabs deep
into Jon’s bowels. Eventually Ben could scarcely hold a grip
on Jon’s mouth, so he levered up enough to slide his dick through
the glory hole. Jon was on it before Ben could steady himself. He
shut his eyes to enjoy the feel of Jon’s expert mouth and to
sense the sheer undiluted sense of pleasure he knew Jon was enjoying. Breathless Ben hunkered back down to the peephole again, just in time to see the labourer pull out of Jon’s arse. Red-faced with effort, the lad looked like he was lightheaded in exhaustion. But Jon wasn’t done with him. He swung round to suck on the deflating condom-covered shaft dangling before his face. He pulled the lad in front of him so that Ben could get a good look. On Jon’s tongue a river of spunk trickled out over his chin. Jon prised the rubber from the lad and dangled it over his mouth, then turned it upside down to dump in its full load. When the labourer regained his composure he quickly retrieved his boxers and jeans, and slipped out of the toilet, softly closing over the door as he slunk out. Jon slid one foot against the door as he squeezed back up to the glory hole. Ben cramped in tight against the hole. They kissed. A sloppy semen-sharing French kiss. And they laughed at the mess spewed around them. Jon nudged Ben as they stood dreaming outside the old public toilets,
its days as a cottage marked out in local gay history rapidly dwindling.
Around its echoing chamber the noise of demolition roared. ‘Thinking?’ Jon seemed surprised, but he smiled and said, ‘only you, cock, that’s all.’ |
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