It had been the week from hell. The boss had been on his tail all week, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong and, to top it all, head office had sent through a memo late on Friday afternoon stating that there were to be cut backs across the board and that staff would be losing their jobs.
It was all a little too much for Steve. He could feel the tension in his jaw and in his gut. Night after night he had stayed late at work, trying to sort things out and this was the thanks he got! It was really difficult knowing that come Monday he would either be told that he had lost his job or he would have to start calling people into his office and giving them the bad news that they were laid off. He was bushed and totally worn out and he just couldn't face going home to more of his wife's nagging. Each night when he got home late after burning out at work all he wanted was to eat and go to bed and instead all he got was an ear bashing.
Thelma wouldn't believe that he wasn't seeing another woman, no matter how hard he tried to convince her. He had been so damn tired he had hardly even had time to think about another woman but tonight as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door he had sex on the mind. But it weren't no lady he was thinking about. When he was as deeply stressed as he was now there was only one thing that Steve found calmed him down and that was the illicit thrill of another man's throbbing cock.
He felt weak kneed as he parked his vehicle outside the tea room on the edge of the seldom visited park. A tiny, weak voice tried to urge him to get back in his car and drive home to the safety of his family but his raging lust drowned it out. It felt like his heart was beating in his throat: his tongue was like sandpaper. He quickly scanned the parking lot, trying to spot any obvious danger and then with a trembling hand pushed open the squeaking outer door of the tea room. This was the point of no return! He slowly pushed open the inner door, giving those that required it time to adjust their clothes.
Steve scanned the room: one guy was lazily washing his hands while two middle aged guys stood at the urinals. He walked past them, pretending he was just an innocent dude who needed the bathroom. As he bolted the door behind him in the end cubicle he felt so excited that he felt he might be in danger of a heart attack. He dropped his pants and underpants and sat of the throne and waited. Moments later a beautifully shaped five incher poked through the hole in the partition to the next cubicle. The narrow cherry red head was slick with secretions from the rolled back foreskin; the shaft was alabaster pale and as smooth as satin. It had been a long, long time since Steve had been this close to another man's cock and he eagerly opened his mouth and let it fall onto his tongue.
As that cock slid into the back of his tongue Steve slid into ecstasy. A tangy trail of love juices slid over his tongue and the warmth and heft of a hungry cock filled his mouth to perfection. This was a man in a hurry. He bucked and fucked and Steve was happy to let his mouth be used in just such a fashion. It was exactly what he need and already he could feel the tensions ease out of his system. Steve's own large cock was painfully crushed up against his furry belly as he worshiped the anonymous cock that had offered itself up to him. Looking up he noticed the white knuckles clutching the top of the partition and he knew he was about to receive his reward. A loud groan was quickly stifled and then suddenly his mouth was flooded with man-nectar. Steve greedily swallowed evry tasty drop as the satisfied cock was yanked out of his mouth. He felt dazed and deeply, deeply satisfied, as if the ambrosial fluid had absorbed all his stress and worry as it made its way down his throat and into his belly.
The second cock couldn't have been more different from the first. It was a very deep brown with a very large vein zig-zagging its length and a decided curve to the left. The mushroom cap flared over the width of the shaft and the circumcised cockhead was pitted from years of exposure. Seven majestic inches slid through the hole and Steve got down on his knees to service it. He cursed the fact that the partitions went down all the way to the floor preventing him gaining decent access to the body attached to this cock. But, it was enough: all he really needed was the hard throbbing flesh and a creamy load slipping, sliding or blasting down the back of his throat.
The owner of this cock let Steve do all the work and he was glad that he didn't have to get cock stabbed by this larger man-spear. He used all the skill he had learned over the years, remembering the things that other, more experienced men had done to him.
'Oh yeah!' a soft voice came from the cubicle next door.
'Oh fuck, that's so horny!' another voice called out. The owner was younger, more excitable and from the direction of the sound he was standing outside the door to Steve's cubicle.
