****** Men's Room Antics by Me4unu ******
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Men's Room Antics


He broke the silence by asking for some toilet paper. I was sitting on the john
at work during lunchtime. In my usual end-stall, I liked to listen to the women
on the other side; hoping and praying I'd hear their innocent flatulence.
Meanwhile, I barely noticed that after being alone for a hot 3 minutes in the
men's room, more users entered to take a seat themselves. In all, there are 5
stalls. There was an awkwardly quiet moment, as if everyone was afraid to cut
loose. That's when he broke the silence, the guy in the stall next to me. I was
already done with my business, holding my cock in my hands, while straining to
hear through the wall for women. I didn't think anything about it. He even
shoved a thick hand under the wall. I grabbed four lengths of 5 squares, and
reached down to put them into his hands. Apparently, he had a different idea in
mind and grabbed my hand firmly. He pulled me off the toilet and I slammed into
the wall. I exclaimed in anger: "What the fuck are you doing man! Just take the
TP for cryin' out loud!"

He replied: "I AM taking the toilet paper, now get over here." I couldn't
believe my ears. After being stunned when I hit my head, I was more stunned by
considering what he possibly meant. He pulled me harder, and I was forced to
crawl under the partition into his domain. The odor was powerful. Almost
synchronized with my popping under, he had his butt poised for a wiping. The
hand, which pulled me under, quickly repositioned to the back of my head. He
told me the only toilet paper he was interested in was my tongue. I froze in
horror as he began to laugh, and pulled my head to his ass. My nose and lips
were the first to smack in to his smelly crack. I tried to pull away after his
first few farts, but he grabbed me with the other hand, and I was overpowered.

My face was his perfect wipe, but he commanded me to insert my tongue. I
complied. Initially, I was sickened by the combination of his foul odor, and
that soft rectum squeezing my tongue. Then, a numbing sensation washed over me.
I was starting to enjoy going through the experience. Secretly, I harbored
domination fantasies like this by men. But, I never thought I'd actually act on
it; or be forced into it. This guy made good and sure he was cleaned out. He
wiggled in the most unusual ways for deeper penetration of my tongue. Then, he
spoke to the others: "Ok guys...lets do him. He's all softened up." They
entered the stall the more conventional way. These guys turned out to be
consultants I'd never seen before. They were working on a special project, and
just happened to have to shit at the same time. At least that's what was
eventually told to me. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. C'est la
vie, eh? It got pretty crowded in that stall with four other guys, and little
room for me to move. They pulled their pants down and stroked their dicks
hungrily. One was immediately placed in my mouth. This guy rocked back and
forth into my mouth as I tried to pull away. When he finally pulled out, I was
given a moment to speak. "Please, please...no! I'm not gay, please. Don't do
this to me! I don't want...this!" They chuckled, and told me to shut up. My
response was a weak whimper. "Here, let me shut him up." With that comment, the
speaker grabbed me by the hair and put his large cock in my mouth. He was
laughing up a storm in between his gasps of ecstasy. "Ooooh yeah, that's it.
Suck my cock like a good l'il boy. Ummmm, yes... ooooh". Suddenly, he shivered
with delight while coating the back of my throat with cum. The guy on the
toilet pulled my face to his cock as well. I swallowed his meaty shaft, and
allowed it to tickle my palette. He was in ecstasy too, but instead of cum,
pissed hot urine down my throat. I gulped it like hot cider and licked my lips
in-between breaths. "Oh God, I want to shit in your cute mouth boy." I began to
protest. "Please don't, anything but that!" I began to be playful with that
protest. Secretly, I did want it to happen. They converted me without ever
realizing it. I figured the more I protested, the more aggressive they would
become. My strategy paid off. No sooner had I finished my sentence when the guy
on the toilet stood up, and they all carefully cradled my neck against the
bowl. The only guy whose dick I didn't suck squatted above my head. Although I
was looking forward, he knew his motion would make me look up. As I did, he
strained out a long, gritty log that stretched to reach my hungry mouth. The
other guys just held my head in place and watched. Because of the awkward
angle, his log collected against the floor of my mouth. I was stuck sucking it
all down or else I'd choke to death. This guy's ass was disgustingly hairy. He
looked to be in his late forties, and enjoyed every thrust and grunt of his ass
in my face. When he was done feeding me, he told me to clean his shitter up. I
complied. He was a wiggler too. My tongue had a smorgasbord of poo to maneuver
around. I felt thoroughly humiliated. But I was euphoric!

Then came the unpleasant part. They pulled my pants off from around my ankles.
I thought they would return the favor for such good-dick sucking on my part.
Nope! I was about to get pummeled in the back door. My virgin ass almost made
it impossible for penetration. One had a small jar of water-soluble jelly. The
onslaught came. One guy penetrated, while another shoved his massive balls in
my mouth. I got pubic hairs stuck between my teeth. The other guys stroked my
cock and rubbed my ass cheeks, while I was being degraded at both ends. The
ordeal was exhausting as they took turns ramming my front and rear holes. When
all was done, I was left on the floor, bleeding from the anus, and very much in
pain. I didn't even care why, mysteriously, no one else entered the entire
time. Eventually, I cleaned myself up and got the courage to go to my desk. My
boss happened to be waiting for me with an angry scowl on his face. "Where the
fuck have you been for the past hour and a half?" I replied: "I'm very sick.
I'm also a bit constipated." He interjected: "Where the fuck is the report and
analysis? I told you I needed it for the executive meeting an hour ago. You
made me look like a fool because I didn't have it. Well, I don't have time to
deal with this now. Be in my office 8am sharp to discuss your future".

It was very stupid of me to forget about that report. That report meant a big
yea or nay on his bonus. I fucked up. That night, I felt like crying because I
knew I was going to get a serious warning...or worse. I pressed a beige colored
suit, red tie, and decided to be humble in the morning. As day broke, I awoke
from a terrible nightmare of my boss chasing me around his office with a gun. I
couldn't blame him. What could I say...I was too busy getting the shit fucked
out of me ...and I enjoyed it?

8AM arrived a hell of a lot faster than I wanted. Freshly shaven, I waited for
him in his office. He showed up 20 minutes later with a bagel and coffee in
hand. The door was shut promptly and deliberately. I dared not speak first, not
even a good morning. He put his breakfast down and stared at me. My gaze was
towards the floor; sheepishly. He finally broke the silence and said he might
as well be fired. I looked up into his eyes and he continued. "The senior
executive recommended I go another 6 months trial to qualify for a bonus...I'll
get nothing this quarter. You made me loose big time asshole." I swallowed hard
and looked a way, I let a tear roll down my cheek. That angered him. "STOP
CRYIN' LIKE A BITCH!" I choked on that comment and dropped to my knees. I
pleaded: "Oh God, I'm so sorry. I really forgot. I didn't mean for this to
happen. I'll do anything to make things up. Please...I'll work free overtime,
anything." He said: "Anything? Anything? Hmmmm... come here then." I walked
over on my knees to show complete subservience. His office has a large door-
sized pane of glass, but luckily the blinds were closed. He unzipped his pants
and his dick fell out. My GOD, he was hung like a horse. His swollen red member
had veins popping out all over. Without any words, I knew my place. I let my
tongue dance lightly about the head of his cock, but he wanted it hotter and
heavier. I allowed his dong to slide down my esophagus, pulling back and forth
with a steady rhythm. He grunted with ecstasy, and quickened the rhythm.
Suddenly, sputum was flooding very deep within my throat and neck walls. His
balls were sweaty but he made me suck them. They were covered with his manly
spunk...smearing all over my lips and tongue. I eventually gagged a bit, but
regained composure. He told me to suck his asshole and knelt in his high,
executive leather chair; beckoning me to pull his pants down. I complied,
pulled his ass cheeks apart, and took a deep whiff of his derrière. At the
height of my inhale, he let out a long, unexhaustive fart, which whined a tune
in my face. It was very, very smelly. I started to have second thoughts and
paused. However, my boss sensed this, grabbed my head fiercely, and pulled my
head in. My tongue probed his anus while he continued to spray my face with
more farts. I laid into him with abandon. He told me to make up for my
forgetfulness. I definitely tried. While my tongue was still inserted, he stood
up and placed my head into the seat of the chair. He sat on my face and wiggled
all over it. Ultimately, he raised his buttocks a bit and started to grunt
really hard. I hadn't noticed that my tongue had hit something in the path of
his deep hole. It was a large, black turd, which kept growing out of his ass.
It refused to break off even after 20 inches. He was steadily grunting with
delight that it was oozing out, however. I tried to keep up when swallowing
whole, but his shit picked up the pace and smaller, meatier turds began to
explode out at me. The stinking pile was all over my face and slid down into
the chair. It was very messy.

After servicing my boss, I thought to myself I just saved face. I was wrong.
First, he made me clean up everything so spotlessly, the chair never looked
disturbed. Second, he reached into his drawer and pulled out an envelope. In
handing it to me, he revealed it to be two weeks severance. His last words
were: "Promptly empty your desk and get the fuck out!" I did just that. The
next day, I started looking for another job.

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