"What are you into?" Melvin asked, written in blue ink on a sliver of tissue paper as Eli read the tissued note sitting on his ashy, hairy, right thigh. He took a ballpoint pen out of one of the pockets of his Jansport backpack and started to write. The tip of the pen was too heavy and began to tare the tissue. "I like to fuck and get sucked, but what I like the most, is suckin' dick," wrote Eli. "What about you?" he asked. With his pants down around his argyle ankles, Eli lazily slid the answer to Melvin's question back beneath his yellowish, tan partition. Both of their stalls were coated with ink-penned messages like: I have a big Latino cock; if you want to suck it, leave a message. For a really good time, lick the urinal as well as numerous names, e-mail addresses and phone numbers sprawled across the ceramic-tiled walls in a rainbow of blue, black and green ink.

Melvin unfolded the ink-drenched paper to read Eli's response. He wrote back beneath Eli's message: "That's cool man, 'cause I like to get my dick sucked. You wanna suck me?" Melvin wrote. Eli read his writing and crumpled it up and threw it between his thighs, into the piss-yellow water of his commode he sat upon. Eli gave that signal that all the toilet tricks give: He glided two fingers across the bottom of Melvin's stall. He peeked through the glory hole and could see Melvin stroking his cock. Melvin's feet shuffled across the tile floor. He stood up off his respected toilet and stooped down on his knees. Melvin stuck his hulking inches of uncut black Dick beneath Eli's stall. Eli grabbed onto Melvin's cock, still dripping pinches of piss from the slit. He moved Melvin's tender, dark, foreskin back and up, each time exposing the wet, pink head. Eli circled the tip of Melvin's Dick with his thumb as he reached between his own legs and gradually started to play with his own cock.

"Suck it," Melvin whispered, with his stomach pressed against the fiberglass wall of his stall. Eli veered down to Melvin's God-like cock and began flicking his tongue across Melvin's sensitive inches. Melvin slid himself even further beneath Eli's stall as he got wind of Eli's mouth. Eli stretched a coat of foreskin off the head of Melvin's cock, taking it into his spit-logged mouth. Eli's voluptuous lips were like two rings around the rest of Melvin's thumping member. "Eat my cock, man," demanded Melvin. Eli's tongue slid hungrily down Melvin's prick. Spit trickled down the vein-induced shaft into a soft bushel of musty, black crotch hair.

As Eli and Melvin were fully basking in their moment of man on man, mouth on meat action, they suddenly heard the door of the men's room open. They both bolted off their knees, but it was too late. The twenty-something twink, who was a regular at tearoom cruising, knew what they were up to. The boy unzipped his shorts at the urinal, unfurling his already, bone-hard boner from its tomb of underwear. He jiggled it a little before a stream of urine skirted from it. Eli softly played with the head of his Dick to keep it from going soft. He looked down discovering that Melvin was trying to hand him another tissue paper note folded around the body of a pen. Eli took the note and read it: "That guy next to you, what's he doin'" asked Melvin. Eli spied through the homemade glory hole in his stall. Eli wrote a few words back to Melvin and slid the paper and pen back beneath Melvin's partition. "He's jackin' off," wrote Eli. The twink walked over in front of Eli's stall with his rigid Dick hanging out of the zipper of his shorts. Eli could see him through the slit of his door. He leaned back against the pipes of his toilet and spread his cocoa-brown thighs apart. Eli yanked his dark chocolate-colored cock, giving the twink quite a show. The boy pulled his shorts down even lower, and his black tank top, up past his erect nipples. He observed Melvin fidgeting with his balls. He sat his bare, butterscotch ass cheeks on the rim of the sink, as he continued stroking his youthful rod. Eli leaned forward and unhinged the latch to the door of his partition. He stood up and stepped out of his underwear and pants that were bunched around his ankles and reached around himself to pull off his shirt. Eli strolled over to the twink and grabbed his cock. The boy followed suit
and clutched Eli's prick in his palm. They both collapsed in mutual masturbation.

Melvin opened the door and stood butt naked in the entrance of his stall, jacking his breathing, boner. "Suck me," the twink whispered to Melvin. Melvin touched the twink's cock, gently. He leaned down and took the boy's Dick, whole into his wet, hot mouth. Eli reached behind the twink with his left hand and pushed his index finger between the cheeks of this pink booty boy. He was getting sucked and finger-fucked simultaneously. Melvin could smell the glorious, pungent aroma of sweat and body odor from a thicket of pubic hair. He sucked his sausage-thick Dick like a strawberry Popsicle. "You like that?" Eli asked the boy as he continued to finger him in his behind. Oh shit yeah!" he answered. Eli squeezed the boy's high tight balls, as Melvin kept at the twink's engorged cock, sucking him harder, taking all eight inches of the twink's meat back in his throat. "Kiss me," murmured the twink. Eli pulled his head back with great force and pressed his succulent lips against the boys, thin pink ones, while shoving his tongue into his mouth.

Traces of foamy spit formed at the crusty corners of Melvin's mouth. After a few minutes of deep, French kissing, the boy says to Melvin and Eli: "I want you to come on me." Melvin is unable to speak, for the boy's cock is stuffed down his throat. Unexpectedly, the twink let's his load go down the gullet of Melvin's throat, pumping his youthful cream in Melvin's mouth, while Eli steady continues to finger-fuck the twink's tawdry butt. Melvin spits out the boy's jism in a nearby drain in the floor. The boy moves from the sink and sits his bare ass on the freezing, tile floor beneath him. Melvin and Eli stand over the boy, pumping their cocks steady over his chest, as the twink jacks himself off. Melvin was nearing climax. "I'm gonna come!" he shouted. "I'm gonna fuckin' come!" Melvin wanted to come with Eli on the boy, but couldn't hold back his load any longer. Eli groped Melvin's tender balls, squeezing them firmly."Let me see you shoot that load," said Eli. Suddenly a hot, syrupy load of semen squirted across the twink's chest. Eli shot his wad seconds after, on the boy's stomach and thighs. The twink sat there as he watched them deface his sweaty body. Eli walked back into his stall, unrolled a handful of tissue paper from the Kimberly-Clark dispenser, and wiped the remaining pearls of semen from his cock head. Melvin smeared the last globules of
spunk from his head onto the twink's freckled shoulders.

Melvin got dressed, grabbed his things and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. The boy sat there, still playing with his cock. "I want to see you fuckin' come," Melvin whispered. "Let me see you shoot it, man." Eli looked at them both, said thanks and left. "I'm gonna fuckin' come," yelled the twink. Melvin crouched down and took the twink's warm, throbbing cock into his hand and jerked him off. Suddenly, sticky webs of spunk shot across the floor, between the stained grout of the square tiles. Melvin picked up his Jansport backpack and left the boy in an orgasm aftermath of creamy cum.

 

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