A Victim Of Poor Timing
Having been married for about eight years has kind of put an end to my cruising for men days. Although I have behaved myself—relatively—I still find myself in “situations” but for one reason or the other am unable to fully act on them. I have had the rare occasion of having to travel out of town on business. I have often fantasized as I sit naked in the hotel’s steam room or walk around naked in my hotel room overlooking the courtyard with the curtains wide open. Where is that cute guy I have often read about in these stories who would enter into the picture and rock my world? No such luck. Not to say that I am unattractive or undesirable—just a victim of poor timing. The other day I was at the mall with my wife and I had to pee. So I went to the men’s room. As I entered, I sensed that I had maybe just interrupted something. The bathroom had three urinals and there were two guys standing at the urinals. Usually if two straight guys are peeing one would be at either end leaving the middle “I am not a fag” urinal vacant. This time the middle and right ones were occupied, leaving me the one on the left. As I peed, I heard no such noises from my friends to the right. Being that I am 6’, I could peek through the corner of my eye up and over the partition between me and the guy at the middle urinal. This young dude in his early twenties wearing an oversized T-shirt and those baggy shorts that they wear hanging low was sporting quite a long hard cock. He was stroking it ever so slowly. He must have sensed I was looking or just wanted to check my reaction so he leaned back away from the urinal a bit more. His cock was huge—an easy 10 inches. I let out a soft “mmm mmmm” and he peeked up over at me. I was still finishing peeing so I was still flaccid but grew into my 7 inches soon afterwards. The guy in the middle stepped back and was now stroking his cock in full view. The guy to his right also stepped back and was stroking his cock. I stepped back to join the line of hard cocks. I grabbed the middle guy’s cock and the middle guy grabbed my cock in his left hand the other guy’s cock in his right. We just were kicking back watching all three cocks getting stroked. My guy’s cock was beautiful. Straight as an arrow—lovely pink color---and it was the smoothest cock I ever stroked. His skin was baby soft. He was rock hard but his skin was soft and smooth as silk. I don’t really recall much about the third guy—the guy in the middle captured my attention. If I had more time and it was just me and the guy in the middle, I would have loved to have taken him into a stall and sucked on that long cock of his or had him fuck my ass with his monster stick. But then the door opened. We all broke loose and repositioned ourselves as if we were peeing (much as I am sure they did when I walked in). I flushed and washed my hands. The new person was a mall employee there to clean or check on paper supplies, I suppose. I had to go, though. I left with a hard on and had to endure another hour of mall shopping. Any other bi-husbands out there with similar stories? Let me know: Visitor12c@hotmail.com
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