The Zipper

I had found this little isolated toilet on the main level of my office building. You could reach it by walking past the desk where Mike Santino parked his hot Italian ass. For some reason the builder had placed this one toilet-one urinal room around the corner and down the hall well beyond the main public restroom. I used this place as my fairly private jack-off room whenever I was in the need to find some relief. Jacking-off is not my favorite activity but one does what one must.

I was sitting on the john pounding away and thinking of sucking, fucking and watersports and all the other things that I would rather be doing when there was commotion at the door and feet ran past the stall I was sitting him.
A voice was grumbling, “Damn, shit, dammit,” accompanied by sounds of a frustrated rustling of clothing. Then running feet went back to the door which was flung open.

“Mary, I can’t get the zipper open and I really have to go. Can you see if you can do it.”

More sounds of rustling and finally a woman’s voice said, “I’m sorry,Tony. I just can’t do it.”

Tony said, “Ok, ok. I’ll go back in and see if I can get my pants past my hips.”

Feet again passed my stall and moments later more frustrated struggle and the accompanying curses could be heard.

For some reason I thought I would see if I could help the poor guy who I pictured as a older, balding guy with a paunch and a bladder problem. I wanted him gone so I could get back to my wanking.

I pulled up my pants and stepped out and turned toward the urinal section. There I was pleasantly surprised. Yeah, it was an older guy but just barely. A tall, tanned, well-built guy with close-cropped graying hair stood there alternately trying to yank either the zipper tab or the pants themselves down all the while catching his lower lip in his teeth as he became more frustrated.

I said, “Excuse me but I heard your problem. Do you want me to see if I can help?”

After giving me a ‘ who the hell are you look’ he started to bounce on the balls of his feet and finally said, “ Jeez, ok. I really have to go.”

I reached for the zipper and on closer inspection I could see that it was the teeth of the zipper that were caught in some fabric. I said. “ I guess we’ll just have to see if we can get your pants down far enough for you to do your business.”

“Ok, ok. But hurry up. It’s really starting to hurt.”
I make sure his belt and top button were open and tried to spread the opening at his waist, all to no avail. I then proceeded to squat in front of him and yank on his pant legs just below the pockets. The pants moved down a bit but not enough to do the job. The reason was that the trousers were really hung up on his well-formed ass.

I leaned forward and reached around him to work the pants over his mounds. This guy was really ‘high pockets.’ Of course, while doing this I was closer to the front of his pants and the more I reached around him the more my face pressed into his crotch. I enjoyed it but I didn’t know if he did until I felt a movement against my cheek. I thought, “No, it’s just my yanking on the material that I noticed.”

I continued what I was doing and shortly I found that I had not been mistaken. I definitely was being pushed by a growing mound in his pants. I leaned closer and continued working his pants over his buns. Suddenly they came free and fell to his ankles. I wasn’t prepared for this and fell forward open-mouthed into the front of his boxers which were slightly damp from where he couldn’t hold back a few droplets of piss. My mouth landed smack on this very large damp bulge.

I looked up at him in question and could see a grin that only made him sexier. He reached down and pushed his underwear down releasing a nice 8 inch dick. However, he didn’t turn toward the urinal as expected. Instead, still smiling, he held that hardening piece and stepped closer toward me.

Who am I to refuse a gift like that. I opened my mouth and even before I could close it he let go with a torrent of piss that would fill a reservoir. I swallowed and swallowed and proudly never missed a drop.

At that point, I heard a “Hmm.” behind me. And it took a minute to realize someone else was there.
I looked up and saw Mike, the security guard, standing there with an seven and a half inch Italian sausage in his hand. He said to Tony,” Your wife came to me and asked to check if you were all right. I guess you’re doing just fine.” His face had this look that was almost a leer.

He said to me,” If you’re finished draining that hose I have one here that’s been holding a full day’s worth of piss. Do you want it?’

Scrambling on my knees I scurried over to Mike and sucked in his fat cock. He released a hot stream but unlike Tony, he controlled it in spurts, which meant it was easier to keep pace and swallow. While pumping his piss down my throat he said to Tony, “You’d better get back to your wife or she’ll be barging in here.”

Tony quickly packed up and left and Mike continued with squirting piss down my throat. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had a full day’s worth. After he was finished I kept his hard cock in my mouth except now I was moving my head forward so the head hit the back of my tongue. His dick had a pungent flavor from his having sat at his desk all day with no way to air crotch. He started moaning as I moved my head back and forth, swirling my tongue around the head and into his piss slip with almost every outstroke. Soon he was moaning much louder and finally grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me savagely. “Suck it, Suck it. Suck my fucking dick. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, you cocksucker. Shiit. Oh, take it take it. Take that fucking dago load.” And I did. Like his piss, I swallowed every hot, creamy drop.

He dropped back weak-kneed to rest his ass against the sink while he caught his breath. Finally he stood and took a paper towel to dry off his cock and gingerly got it back into his pants.

When he finished he said, “I’ve seen you coming back here but since you were alone I didn’t think anything was going on. I’m glad I checked but I have to get to my desk. The next time I see your hot little ass walking back here I’ll be right behind you. After I lock the door you’ll be doing some sucking, fucking, ass eating and piss-drinking.”

And we did but that’s another story.