I walked in and disappointment hit me as all the urinals were empty. Oh well, yesterday must have been a one off.As I stood there having a pee I heard... footsteps and a guy of about 50 walked to the urinal….it wasn’t the old perv from yesterday and I was just about to zip up when I glanced across and much to my surprise he was stroking….I took my hardening cock out again and just stood there pretending to pee, gently stroking my cock.The guy was looking around and edged closer to get a good look. He wasn’t always smashed and we did have some great philosophical conversations. He was very intelligent and sucking that big banana of his was pretty darn fun to. We were watching TV one night on the couch in the living room. Mark laying on the couch while I sat with his legs over my lap. I could not keep my hands to my self knowing what was waiting for me in his jeans. I started playing with his legs running my hand up his thigh and rubbing his cock through his jeans. When that big cock was. I was so turned on by just having cum that I didn’t even think or hesitate about what I was doing. I slowly brought his cock into my mouth and started sucking it. I really didn’t know exactly what to do. I had seen porno films and Sara and I had talked about blow jobs and stuff and practiced deep throating with ice pops and didn't do all that well with that: no matter what I did, I gagged when the pop went deep into my throat. But in a real situation, I didn’t know what to expect or exactly. Her second hit brought me back to earth and all of a sudden thescene I was witnessing felt wrong, very wrong. I had just fucked my Lady Boss in the Ladies Room of my office and I was stillholding her spurting jets of cum on her beautiful face treating her like a toyI owned. Just the way I had dreamt off from the day I first saw her. She triedto push me back to free herself from my strong grip but lack of space meant allher efforts were in vain. She looked very irate, but I knew it was just.