08slueth08
Experienced
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- Aug 3, 2004
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My eyes move form his dick to his face and I watch the man's jaw muscles tense and eyes narrow under the strain to releive himself. I realize that I have been finished urinating for some time only when it occurs to me I am slowly working my cock from end to end while standing in the urinal beside him. Unable to relieve the tension in his bladder while holding his erection at the downward angle that necessary to allow his urine to flow neatly into the urinal the stranger glances in my direction and flashes an angry look. Without changing expression, the stranger takes a step and a half back from the urinal while slowly releasing his left hand from his defiant cock and placing it on his hip. The strangers new position provided my first veiw of the source of his troubles and I wonder if the change in position is for my benefit or if it is necessary to successfuly drain his bladder. In any event, the sight of this man's organ stopped me in mid-stroke. While his shaft apeared only slightly above average in length it was protuding from his groin at a forty five degree angle and capped with a plum shaped head, one that that looked like it belonged on a man twice his size. It was an intense shade or red and even from my angle I could see that the opening was both sized and shaped like the stem area of the a plum or even a small apple. I began to rub the inside of my mouth with my toung in an attempt to relieve the dryness caused my the rush of adrenalin I was experiencing as the stranger began to grunt . The sound effects were followed by a trikle of dark golden urine which finally began to escape from his erect cock. I began to breath deeply through my nose in an effort to completely enjoy the moment as the mans dark amber colored piss sprayed in a shotgun pattern at the back of the urinal. I closed my eyes momentarily and the lack of visual stimulation seemed to amplify the powerful odor that began to fill the men's room air. I opened my eyes, as the sound of the splash at the back of the urinal diminished. Piss was now rolling outward at barely above a trickle from the huge piss slit and dribbling along the underside of the stranger's shaft before making its way to the floor. My eyes were momentarily diverted to the floor as I watched one drop after another land on the tiles providing a small patch before his feet an added sheen. After another grunt the piss really started to flow and as it did the stream began climbing the urinal. Each time it got close to the top he would have to slow and start over. When it appeared that he was finally finished, a three inch rope was hanging from the end of his cock which i could only imagine was a combination of urine and precum. I nonchalantly looked towards the door that provided access to the room and then took a chance. Certain that it was now or never I reached over and clenched my left hand around the mid-point of his shaft and when I felt no resistance I began to slowly stroke the full lenght of the mans still raging hardon. I managed to give him ten or fifteen full lenght strokes without protest so I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth without releasing my grip. "NOT HERE. i HAVE A ROOM UPSTAIRS. ROOM 413. MEET ME THERE IN FIVE MINUTES," tHE STRANGER COMANDED as he pulled his cock from both my grip and my now closeup view. I watched silently from my kneeling position as he forced his erect cock back into the pinstriped slacks and made his way for the exit. To be continued....
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