Adventures In Cock Sucking – The Restroom

It begins slowly as a tingle, then progresses to an urge, until it becomes an overwhelming desire that must be quenched. You can’t focus or think until it has been satisfied. I think every man has, at one time or another, gone to the restroom to jack off in order to reset their mind. I was working in an office complex of ten three-story buildings. My company had the third floor of one of those buildings. On that floor, there were about one hundred people employed, mostly men. It was an engineering company. Each floor only had two restrooms – one for women and one for men. At times even finding an open urinal was difficult, especially after lunch. For once, the ladies, no waiting. The men would be queued up waiting for the next urinal. One also needed to avoid the restroom for olfactory health reasons. It made you think, “My god, Ataşehir Escort what do these people eat?”  Therefore, getting a stall was difficult and finding one when the adjacent ones weren’t occupied was next to impossible. The office complex campus was quite nicely wooded with a stream running through it. The buildings were close enough to venture to another in the time it would take to ride up and down the pitifully slow elevator. That became my plan for most of my bodily function requirements, especially the brain relief activity. This particular day, it was snowing like the bejesus, so venturing out even that short distance was an excursion of note. Everyone was hunkering down until quitting time, therefore the restroom in my building was continually occupied. The “Urge” came over Ataşehir Escort Bayan me and wouldn’t be wished away. I also had a report that was due by the end of the day. What the fuck! It had to be done. I got to the next building, and the silence was deafening compared to the cacophony of my building. It made you wonder how many people worked there. I found my favorite stall, the last one against the wall. With my pants down around my ankles, I began the task at hand – no pun intended. As I was approaching the moment of truth, someone walked in. Fuck! I’d have to stop until they left. Dammit, I was so close. As I sat there waiting for this intruder to leave, I could see his shoes and slacks through the gap in the partition. One thing I did notice was that he had large feet, so he Escort Ataşehir must’ve been at least six foot tall, maybe taller. I heard him take a whizz; the urinal flushed. He washed his hands, which is amazing for a man alone in a restroom, and this was before the pandemic, but then he took the stall next to mine. He sat down. I didn’t hear him unbuckle or unzip his pants, which I thought was odd. I was right he did have large feet. They must’ve been size thirteen or fourteen. My cock was aching for relief, but I couldn’t finish the deed with someone in the next stall. I was afraid I would have to abort this mission for now. Gazing at his loafers, his right foot slid toward my stall. I’d heard somewhere that that was a sign. My cock was still fairly plump and nearly hard, so I thought to myself, “Let’s see if this is really anything.” I slid my foot toward his. He responded by sliding his foot even closer. I moved mine again, and this time his foot slid over the top of mine. I didn’t move it. Suddenly, he got up and left his stall and stood at the door to mine. I heard two light raps on my stall’s door, followed by, “Open up.”