Most tea rooms aren't what they used to be, but that doesn't mean that I've stopped trying to find good ones. Usually, if a place gets a certain reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun going on there.
One of my favorite experiences took place in the men's room in the Times Square subway station, on the number one line. A couple of years ago they renovated it to turn it into both a men's and a women's room, but before that, it was basically two big rooms, one with urinals on both walls (this was the room you first entered into), and then, off to the side, another room with a couple of stalls. Although there were always some guys to be found jerking off at the urinals, the real hot action always occurred in the other room, by the stalls.
If you'd been there, you'd know that the stalls had no doors, and that very few people ever went there to take care of bodily functions. Mostly it was full of guys like myself that wanted to get their rocks off with another hot guy.
This one particular day that I'm thinking about, it was cold out - I remember because everyone was wearing jackets - but nice and warm in there. I just went in on a lark, not expecting to find anything going on at ten in the morning, but I was wrong.
In the back, by the stalls, there were a whole bunch of guys milling around. Most of them I wouldn't have touched with a ten-foot pole, but there were a couple who stood out.
Two of them, both of whom looked almost exactly alike, were sharing one stall, and although they had their backs facing out most of the time, you could tell they were jerking each other off. When they finally did turn around - or shifted enough so you could see their faces - that's when I saw how much alike they both looked. They were both really muscular, late twenties or early thirties or so, dark, wavy hair, big thick moustaches. I tried and I tried, but I just couldn't get a look at their cocks - I guess they wanted to be secretive.
As I was watching them, another guy turned up, who's really the main man in this story. He was about the same age as the other two, and looked a little like them - clean strong face, clean-shaven, but muscular and handsome, with dark curly hair and really handsome brown eyes - but he sure wasn't secretive about his dick: he had it, and his hefty balls, sticking out of his fly. He was so hard it pointed almost straight up!
Needless to say, in a place like that, the early bird gets the worm (so to speak), and I guess I just wasn't fast enough (part of it was, this guy was so good-looking, I was afraid he might be an undercover cop or something like that). Before I could get near him, one of the other guys in the place swooped down on him, and standing right there in the middle of the floor, started to suck his cock. He really seemed to be enjoying it, and I figured, what the fuck, and hauled out my own meat.
or As I said, he looked like he was enjoying it, and I was sure not long after, because after just a minute or two, the guy doing the sucking straightened up and just started stroking the guy's cock. He was on a real hair-trigger, because his cock just shot its load straight up the air, and onto the other guys coat (that's how I remember the coat).
He stood there for a minute with his cock still sticking out of his pants, and since I wanted a feel, I reached over and fondled his cum-covered cock and heavy balls while I jerked off and shot my load on the floor and the walls of one of the stalls. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, and we both put our equipment away and left, him going in one direction, and me, reluctantly, going in the other.
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