2 comments/ 89411 views/ 8 favorites Urinal Confessions By: MungoParkIII It was early afternoon when the meeting ended and I was heading back to my office. During the course of the meeting I drank several diet beverages and needed to visit the restroom before heading to the parking garage and my car. I walked toward the elevator and on my way passed a Ladies Room so I figured if I passed the elevator lobby I'd find the Men's Room. Sure enough, just past the elevators I saw the restroom and pushing the door open walked in, placed my notebook on a small counter and walked over to the urinal nearest the far wall. There had been no one else in the restroom when I stepped in, but as I unzipped my zipper I heard the door open and saw a tall, thin man step inside. I glanced away from him, not making eye contact and began to urinate. As I was going, he came towards the urinals passing four empty urinals to stand in front of the one immediately next to mine. I felt a bit uncomfortable but knew I could step away in just a few moments when I finished. Hearing him unzip his pants I continued to concentrate my attention to the sparking splashes occurring in my urinal, but I couldn't help but notice when he glanced down over the urinal screen and took a long look at my cock. I was almost finished when I heard him say, "I don't normally do this." Feeling a bit uneasy I tried to hurry up, but it wasn't anything I could stop immediately without making a mess. I ignored his comment, acting as if he hadn't spoken. "I said I don't normally do this, but you have such a nice cock," he said in a very mild tone. "I heard you the first time," I replied, "but I'm not interested." "I don't normally do this." "That's fine, we aren't doing anything here." "But..." I finally finished and shook off my cock and was about to zip up my zipper when he turned to me. "Look..." I started when he interrupted. "No you look, because I don't normally do this sort of thing." I glanced down at his hand and saw he was holding his cock. Stepping back, I felt my back hit the wall and I said, "Look, I'm not gay, I'm just not interested." I continued to stare at his partially erect cock. "You seem interested." Suddenly something came over me and it was as if I was watching myself as I reached out my hand and lightly touched his cock. Initially I pulled my hand away immediately, but then I touched it again, this time letting my fingers run along the length of it. I heard myself say, "It's so smooth." "May I see yours again?" I reached back into my pants and pulled out my flaccid cock. He reached out and held his fingers just inches away from my cock. Looking up at his face I watched his lips move, "May I?" I could only nod and watch as his fingers slid over me, moving up over the head. My cock responded to his touch and it began to grow. His finger continued lightly running over me until I was completely hard. "You see, I like to look at them," he said, wrapping his fingers around my erection. "I go to restrooms and look at them, all so different and yet, all the very same." Still holding my cock with one hand, he used his other hand to guide me into one of the stalls, closing the door behind him. "But I'm not gay," I said, enjoying the feel of his fingers on me. "Don't worry, neither am I," he said, kneeling down in front of me. He opened his mouth, moved his head forward and took my cock into his mouth. Feeling the warmth close around me and then the wonderful sensation as he began sucking, I pushed my hips forward, giving my cock entirely to him. He moved a hand to my shaft and began stroking as he continues sucking me while running his tongue over the head of my cock. The feeling was intense, the strength of his sucking actual had my body swaying back and forth. It was the best blow job I had ever received and in no time I felt the pleasure overtake me and I came, spurting my cum into his mouth, which he immediately swallowed. I watched as he backed away a bit and my cock slipped out of his mouth. Still holding it with one hand, he gently milked the last few droplets of cum from my cock and then licked it up. Then, still holding my cock he stood up. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock, but he pulled away, quickly tucking his cock back into his pants. "But I want to do the same to you," I said. "I'm sorry, I'm here on my break, which officially ended just as you started coming in my mouth," he replied, zipping up his zipper. He then reached to open the stall door, but I reached out and grabbed his hand. "But I want to..." "If you want to, come back tomorrow at the same time." "But I don't work in this building..." "That's okay, you can park in the garage, I'll even try to bring some parking validation stickers so you can park for free." He then opened the stall door, turned to his left and exited the restroom. Quickly zipping up my zipper, I moved quickly but as I barged out into the hallway, he wasn't around. All I could do was head to the elevators and then drive my car back to the office, all the while thinking of the incredible blow job I had just received. Urinal Confessions Ch. 02 Several weeks after my first encounter in the restroom I had another meeting scheduled at that same office building so I was a little distracted going there. I was a bit nervous about running into the guy I talked to, the guy that sucked my cock in the restroom there. It would have been especially uncomfortable for me if suddenly he showed up at my meeting or something. I'm not gay, so what happened there was just a fluke, not something I planned to repeat. I figured if I needed to go to the restroom I could always go to a different floor. Anyway, I tried not to let the prospect of running into this guy bother me too much, but even as I rode the elevator up, what happened there last time was on my mind. Admittedly it was a better blowjob than I had ever had before, but when I think about it, I guess a guy might really know exactly what to do, simply from his own experience. It is obviously something you don't bring up with your wife or girlfriend, her lack of technique in oral sex. Usually it is such a rare occurrence that you simply settle for what you can get. It was satisfying to feel and see him swallow. Almost missing my floor, I caught the elevator door as it was just shutting again and slipped out onto the corridor. I didn't look around any, instead I headed straight for the office where my meeting was. Once in the meeting I found my worries about running into the fellow were ill-founded and things went as normal. The meeting took a couple of hours and just as it was breaking up, I stepped out to head to the restroom. I figured I'd find the stairs, go down one floor and stop in there before heading out. Unfortunately, as I stepped out of the office someone called my name and he began talking about something we discussed in the meeting. He basically walked with me down the hall and to the restroom, where I stepped inside. (I didn't figure I could come up with a logical excuse to run down a flight of stairs just to go to the bathroom). Once inside we finished our conversation he stepped over and washed his hands as I headed to the urinal. Of course I had just started when my friend finished washing and left. Now I was alone in the restroom, standing at the very same urinal that I had the last time I was here. Before I could finish, the door opened and I saw a familiar face and when he stepped up to the urinal next to me, I saw a familiar cock. Feeling uncomfortable now I tried to hurry but couldn't, once again I had too many diet beverages while at the meeting. Since I had planned to stop off at another restroom, I really didn't pay attention to what I drank. "I see you're back. Have you been thinking of me?" "Yes, but not in the way you think," I replied. "But you're back." "This was not really my idea, I mean, I told you I wasn't gay." "But neither am I, just like looking..." "...and touching and sucking," I interrupted. "You seemed to enjoy it." "It was the best blowjob I ever had, but I don't..." He turned to me, holding his cock like before. Partially hard, I looked at the bluish head and then let my eyes travel down his shaft, over the thick vein on top, back to the thick stand of pubic hair. I moved closer to him and touched my cock to his. Both our cocks then seemed to twitch to life. "This time do you want to do the honors?" he asked me, nodding at the toilet stall. Reaching out and grabbing his arms I gently guided him backwards into the stall. I kneeled down and grabbed his cock in my hand and began to stroke him. Of course as many times as I stroked my cock I knew what I was doing, it's just that I wasn't used to doing it facing the cock. "You've never done this before?" he asked. I shook my head, "No." Well, just do the things you remember you enjoyed when someone did this to you. It will take getting used to, but as far as actual technique, I'm sure you have some ideas," he said. I did have some ideas so I opened my mouth and slowly slid it over the head of his cock. Remembering how much I enjoyed the suction over all my cock, I leaned forward, taking him a bit further into my mouth and began sucking hard. Reaching up with my right hand I began stroking his shaft, while my left hand dropped down to my own cock, which I began to stroke. "Oh yes, that's good," he said, "but if you start coming please point it away from my legs, doesn't look good with cum all over your pants and shoes." Thinking to myself that this guy certainly knows the pits and pratfalls of toilet stall sex, I noticed him spread his feet out wider, so I could come onto the floor without getting anything on him. I quickened the pace of my stroking and began to run my tongue over and around the head of his cock. Soon I began moving my head back and forth a bit in unison with the pumping of my hand. "Yes, that's it, just like that," he moaned, as he began thrusting his hips forward. After nearly gagging a couple of times when he rammed himself into me unexpectedly, I got to where I could respond to his thrusts and after that I did fine. I stopped stroking my cock and reached up and began to play with his balls while continuing to suck and stroke his cock. I cold see him tensing up so I prepared myself for his orgasm. I thought I was prepared, but when suddenly his cock spurted in my mouth I didn't swallow immediately, so he spurted again. With my mouth full of his cock and now his cum, I swallowed but some spilled out of my mouth and ran down my face. The taste was a bit salty, but somewhat bland, but its thick consistency made it hard to swallow. He was watching me and quickly reached down and wiped the cum with his hand so it didn't spill onto my clothes. I swallowed several more times and then squeezed him with my hand milking out the last few droplets. I then took my tongue and ran it over the tip of his cock, licking up the last of the cum. I stood up, quickly zipped up my zipper and watched as he did the same. Looking at his face I wanted to say something, but then remained silent. Finally, he broke the silence saying, "You did pretty good for your first time." "Thanks," I said, smiling. I then backed out of the stall and watched as he walked out and headed for the restroom door. "See you later," was all that he said before stepping out into the corridor. I watched the door closing behind him before answering quietly, "Yes, later." Urinal Confessions Ch. 03   I don't know what it was but the next day I found myself coming back to the office building. I didn't have a meeting, I really didn't have any reason to be there and yet I had left my office and driven over, just as if I had a meeting. Needless to say, once I arrived I came into the building, rode the elevator up to the same floor and then walked to the Men's Room. Pushing the door open I moved over to the urinal closest to the wall and pulled my cock out. While in the past I would then urinate, this time I couldn't because my cock was fully erect. All I did was stand there holding my cock as if I was going. The room was empty so as I remembered what had happened the day before I began slowly stroking myself. As I was replaying what happened in the stall behind me someone came into the restroom. Glancing over I noticed a short, muscular man who paused in front of the mirror, ran his hand up to his shoulder and tugged on his shirt before heading to the urinals. He apparently didn't notice me when he first stepped in because he did a bit of a double take as he looked up. I didn't move continuing to watch him as he strutted up to the urinal immediately beside mine. As he unzipped and pulled out his cock he glanced over at mine, obviously noticing I had an erection. He nodded and then began talking, "Yeah, I saw this babe at the gym this morning. I could tell she was watching me, each time I glanced toward her in the mirror she'd quickly turn her head away. Well, I see a woman checking me out, I do a bit of the same and she was fine, I mean perky breasts, not huge, but athletic like and the rest of her body was firm. "She wasn't bulked up like some women there, just enough for a taut lean look. You know the look, while there's no real definition in the muscles, you can see it in the smooth lean lines. Know what I mean?" "Yes," I answered, still holding my erect cock. "Knowing I had to get something going, I went over to her and tried to strike up a conversation, I mean I take these things head on. I tell you, what a bitch she turned out to be, I mean after eyeing me all morning she said she wasn't watching me and then just headed into the locker room. What a fucking tease. I waited for her to come out, but when she did told me if I don't leave her alone she was going to complain to the manager. "Hey, it's your loss bitch. I mean hey, look at my arms and chest, she'd have never known what took her. Okay, you gonna just stand there stroking that cock or are we gonna step into the stall or not?" Startled as his abrupt shift I opened the door to the stall behind me and followed him in. His cock was already out so I reached up and began stroking it lightly to get it completely hard. It didn't stiffen right away so finally I moved my face toward his crotch and slipped the slightly hard cock into my mouth. It did seem to stiffen up some so I began sucking on the head. The cock was shorter than my friend's from the day before, but it was thicker, a little bit harder to get my mouth around. Stretching my mouth, I sucked the head into my mouth and let my tongue slide back and forth over the top of it while I continued stroking his shaft. While I continued sucking him, he shifted his weight, to his other foot and put his hand on his waist. I immediately began sucking harder while bobbing my head up and down while stroking him with my hand faster. He started pushing his hips forward and began to moan when suddenly he said sharply, "Come on, I got a meeting coming up." Pumping his cock furiously I began twisting my head while sucking. Only then did his hands drop down and take a hold of my head. Once he had a hold of me, he began pumping his cock into mouth, while pulling me onto him. His cock was banging the back of my throat as I fought to keep from gagging. I took my hands and tried to push away, but he held me too firmly. Finally he shoved his cock deep in my throat and I felt his thick warm cum burning my throat as he spurted two, three times. Pulling out of my mouth he said, "You call that a blowjob, shit." He tossed two five dollar bills at me and said "I fucking shouldn't pay you anything. Hell my wife does better than that shit!" He swung the stall door open damn near hitting another man standing there. Looking up at him the short man said, "There you are. Where were you? I got a meeting and I have this Suzie Cue acting like this is morning tea, fuck." He pushed open the door and stormed out of the restroom. I was left gagging over the toilet, spitting the cum into the water. Finally catching my breath I turned and saw my friend from my first two experiences there in the restroom. I smiled at seeing him, but he stepped into the stall, closed the door and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me up. "Look, you come in here and I do you. I like it so it's cool, but you come in here and do this... I can't let you do that." "Do what?" "This isn't your place, it's mine." "You mean they pay you?" "A few of them do, some don't. I do it because I enjoy it but if some of these guys need to pay me so they can tell themselves they're not gay that's okay with me." "So that guy..." "That guy normally pays me fifty to prep him for a meeting. I suck him off as he talks about all the women he fucks, then he goes into the meeting relaxed and primed to fuck the men." "I didn't know." "Look, you come here and just wait for me. I was late so you filling in wasn't that bad, he's pissed but he got off, so he'll still fuck them. Just don't come here and do it with just anyone, not before talking to me okay?" "I came here really to see you. He just came over and..." "He started talking," he said. "Yeah, he started talking about some woman in the gym." "Look, there is more here than just sucking cock. These guys come for all different reasons, you suck their cock, coddle their balls, swallow their come and it's over for you. For them it's just beginning. They are risking everything doing this, their marriages, their jobs and their lives and yet they come back. "They claim they're not gay and then risk everything they have for a few minutes in that stall with me or you. These are normal men, with wives, kids and mistresses. They fuck women and they come here too." "But why?" "Control, or perhaps just the opposite, it's just something that they need. Look I've got to get back to work," he said, reaching his hand out to me. I took a hold of his hand and shook it. We both walked to the sinks and washed our hands. Following him out of the restroom I headed to the elevator, but paused and watched where he went. He slipped into an office where the sign read Dr. Hendrix, Psychologist. Turning to the elevator, I pressed L and headed down.   Urinal Confessions Ch. 04   Although the last time I went to the office building and up to the restroom there things didn't go well, I had a better idea of what was going on. I figured if I went there about the times I had gone when my meetings had finished I'd run into my friend. It's not that I was so horny that I had to get back here, I wanted to talk to him some more. Anyway, I left early for lunch and rushed over to the office building. Once in the elevator lobby, I waited for the elevator and stepped into the mirrored interior. I was alone riding up so I turned and looked into the mirror, fixing my hair a bit. When I arrived at the floor I headed directly to the Men's Room. Stepping inside, I thought I'd be alone, but I immediately saw one of the stall doors was closed, the one closest to the far wall, the same one I had used the three times I had been here before. Walking toward one of the urinals I heard a whispered voice and then a whispered response. I quietly turned from the urinals and stepped into an empty stall. Sitting down I remained silent trying to listen to what was happening just two stalls down. The two men were very quiet, but I could hear the faint moans, the gentle slurps, the rustling of clothes and then the heavy breathing and final sigh. It was odd hearing the action from the other side of the stalls and I wondered if perhaps anyone had come in when I was in that stall with another man. Of course I knew exactly what was happening and was turned on by it all. By the time they had finished and I heard the stall door open I had an erection. As their stall door opened, I jumped up quickly in spite of my erection and opened my door just as one of the men walked past heading for the door. I looked over and saw my friend. "I wondered if that was you," he said. "Normally I get here in the slow times so whoever comes in comes in for one reason. Of course there's the occasional visitor needing to use the restroom, but they normally are very quick about it." "Do you ever do more than oral sex here?" "No, it takes to long getting undressed and everything. It's so much more physical that I'm sure we'd make far too much noise. Besides for most of the guys here, oral sex with another man is as far out as they are ready to go. Of course some progress." "You go elsewhere with them?" "Me? No, here is the only place I see anyone here. I have my own life well away from this building, different place, different people," he replied. "So you go home..." "To my wife and our cat." "Your wife?" "I told you I wasn't gay." "So it's only here that you..." "I didn't say that," he interrupted. "I go home to my wife, or sometimes I stop off at my lover, my male lover on the way home." "So you are gay?" "We're all gay and we're all straight, the distinction blurs. I get turn on by sex, sometimes it's with a man, sometimes a woman." "You're bi then." "If that's what you want to call it." "Does your wife know?" I asked. "Not that I have a lover, no. She knows I am attracted to men... and women. And no, she is not attracted to women." "Okay, I'm sorry about the questions, I get too curious at times," I said. "So, why did you come here?" "I wanted to see you." "To just talk?" "No," I lied. "Well..." he said holding open the stall door. I slipped inside and he followed me in, closing the door behind him. After standing there for a moment looking at me he nodded down at my pants. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling my cock out. "That other guy sucked me off so this is the only way we can go now," he replied, dropping down onto his knees. I pushed my hips forward and watched his mouth close over my cock. After a few moments of just sucking on the head, he brought both his hands up, one talking hold of my shaft, the other cupping my balls. He continued sucking as he began stroking me with his hand while bobbing his head up and down in unison. His other hand gently squeezed my balls. Pumping my hips back and forth, I watched how he anticipated my movement and backed his head away or moved it forward depending on how I moved. The suction he created with his mouth was intense and I could feel the sensations moving down my cock all the way to my balls. It wasn't much longer and I felt it building in my balls. I arched my back and came, spurting into his mouth. He swallowed so fluidly, not letting a drop escape his mouth as he pulled it away from my cock. Continuing to gently stroke me, he milked out a few more droplets of cum, licking it up as each appeared on the tip of my cock. He then stood up and waited while I zipped up. "Damn, I need to get back," he said,looking at his watch "sorry I have to run so quickly, but this was supposed to be a fifteen minute break." I just waved as he left and then slowly walked out of the restroom wondering if this was what I wanted or if there was something more. Once again it was an incredible blow job, and the time I did him was exciting, but did I dare look for something more? I rode the elevator down to parking level and then headed out to my car.   Urinal Confessions Ch. 05   The next day I took off early for lunch again and headed over to the office building wanting to see my friend. My friend... hell I didn't even know his name, and yet, yet I felt close to him. Traffic was surprisingly light and I got there a bit earlier than I had in the past. I considered just sitting in my car and waiting for the normal time I went up to the Men's Room, but instead I got out of my car and headed to the elevator. Once in the elevator I rode up to the floor and stepped out into the corridor. Taking my time I slowly strolled back to the left and then opened the door into the Men's Room. Immediately I noticed the door to the stall at the end was closed, so I quietly moved over to one of the nearby urinals and then listened. I could tell by the sound and the hushed voices there were two men in the stall. Turning slightly I could see in between the panels of the stall, so by moving around a bit I could see what they were doing. The best I could tell I saw my friend turned toward the toilet with another man behind him. It was strange because just yesterday my friend had told me he only did oral in the restroom there because of the noise and room. By moving around some I could see a fair amount of what was happening. My friend had taken his pants off and was bent at the waist with his hands on the toilet. His legs were spread open while the man stood behind him, his pants at his ankles and his cock pushing in and out of my friend's ass. The man stood very close, with one hand reached around and stroking my friend's cock. The man was moving slowly, easing his cock in and out of my friends asshole, moaning some as he moved. His hand moved in unison with his thrusts as my friend leaned back with each thrust. I watched as the two men began moving faster, and then suddenly my friend moaned and I saw his cock spurt his cum out over the toilet. By then I had an erection so I pulled it out of my pants as I stood at the urinal and began stroking myself. Fortunately no one had stepped into the restroom, so I was free to watch and stroke unimpeded. As I watched I could hear one of the men moan and then the man arched his back, shoving his cock deep into my friend's ass as he came. I could see his balls tighten and then loosen as he held my friend's hips tight. I then watched as he eased his cock out. He grabbed my friend by the shoulder and forcibly turned him around, pushing him down to his knees. My friend then grabbed the cock and pulled on it, milking out a few last droplets of cum. He then gingerly stuck out his tongue and licked up the cum from the tip of the man's cock. Watching that final display I stopped stroking and slipped my cock back into my pants and zipped it up. The man pulled up his pants and fastened them as my friend grabbed his pants hanging on the back of the stall door but before he could put them on I saw the man reach to his shoulder and then said, "Okay, now." Suddenly two men burst in the restroom door and shouted to me, "Get back." I moved past them over to the sinks and then stood motionless watching. The man in the stall with my friend opened the stall door and dragged my friend out, still holding his pants. The man reached into his coat pocked, pulled out a badge and said, "You are under arrest for prostitution. Now put your pants on." My friend pulled on his pants and then one of the other men grabbed one hand and pulled it behind his back. He attached handcuffs to one hand and then grabbed the other hand and pulled it behind him. I saw my friend's face wince in pain as the cuffs were locked on him. "Get him out of here," the cop who fucked my friend said, pointing to me. One of the men grabbed me and walked me straight to the elevator. As we rode down in the elevator he said, "I know what you came in there for, but we're not hear after anyone but him. We don't care about the Johns, but you need to disappear, understand?" I nodded and headed to my car. I quickly pulled out of the driveway as a news van pulled into the garage. Driving home I wondered if I would ever see my friend again, I mean, I didn't even know his name. There was no way to help him without simply calling up the police station and do something the police officer told me not to do. Heading back to work I just disappeared.