Casual Friday

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Casual FridayFriday morning. The alarm of the cheap bedside clock rudely awakens me from my slumber. I fumble around and silence it through sleep encrusted eyes, rolling back over and sighing as my sight tries to focus around the room. I depart the warmth of the bed, making my way to the bathroom to perform my morning ablutions, making myself presentable for the working day ahead. As I feel invigorated by the pressure of the shower, I am reminded that it is ‘Casual Friday’ in the office. For the guys in the office, it means no ties and suits; for the girls, it becomes more like a high fashion runway photo shoot! It is meant to be ‘casual’, but I have yet to see one of the ladies in the office rock up in tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt! Not that I’m complaining. Even though I have a definite fondness for cock, I am biologically designed to appreciate a woman, especially when they have gone to a lot of effort to make themselves look gorgeous. A small handful of the women like to hit a few of the bars afterwards on a Friday afternoon, a few big glasses of wine ensuring the stress and boredom of the working week is washed away with a bottle or two of vino. I have my own way of getting rid of the stress from work…As I stand in the bedroom, my body still slightly wet from the shower, I look through my underwear drawer. What to wear this week? My cock slowly fills with blood as I let my eyes wander over and my fingers caress the smooth nylon and lace of the collection of panties and stockings, pairing them with basques, bodices and girdles, seeing how certain combinations look with suspender belts and frilly garters! By the time I’ve decided on the combination, my cock is fully aroused, and it takes all of my self control not to start the day off with a lingerie fuelled wank! My little treat for a Friday is to secretly adorn myself in girly underwear, and hit a few of the ‘cottages’ in town after work. I must admit, I get a little bit of a kick dressing up so feminine and hiding it underneath my boring man clothes! This week, I had decided on white lace topped seamed stockings, held in place by a delicate white suspender belt (garter belt, if you are in the Americas), and finished off with a white cotton and lace pair of small panties. I don’t stand a chance of getting my fully aroused member inside the undersized panties, so instead adorn the male half of my outfit, by which time, a little bit of blood has left my cock and I can conceal my semi-erect bahis firmaları cock into the delicate underwear. A final check in the mirror to ensure there are no visible signs that I am fully femme below the otherwise unremarkable outfit, and the working day gets underway.As I sit on the bus to work, reading through the paper briefly on the short journey, my mind is already wandering to the end of the working day. Which public toilets will I visit? What am I secretly hoping will be on offer? I have to put such thoughts on hold, because my cock is starting to grow again in the confines of it’s cotton and lace prison! And once into work, the drudgery of the day ahead begins once more, despite the differing attire to the rest of the week. Over coffee and tea at mid morning, sports throughout the week and the upcoming weekend is discussed and debated at length by the guys, the girls gush about each other’s outfits and their plans for the next couple of days. By lunch-time, I’ve already zoned out. Other people’s chatter blends into a white noise in the background, and the names and numbers on my computer screen blend into an illegible soup, with no chance of getting my full attention until Monday morning now. Finally, the magic hour comes around and everyone makes their own way off in their little cliques, wishing each and all a pleasant weekend as 48 hours of freedom beckon them all.I quickly depart the office and make my way a short way down the street to my favourite haunt. A subterranean Victorian toilet, dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lighting, stalls in various states of disrepair and vandalism, and a large arching porcelain urinal opposite the stalls, already with a few individuals standing there, and from the corner of my eye, a couple of eager choppers in various states of arousal! I check that there aren’t any inhabitants in the stalls, and stand at the urinal and unzip my flies. I pull my cock from it’s cotton and lace confines and force out a pee, but my eyes are already wandering over to my right hand side at the big guy at the end of the piss channel. He must be in his sixties, severely overweight, but he’s slowly rubbing his semi aroused prick which already looks like it’s bordering on nine inches. I’m fascinated as I watch his big, thick fingers caress the plump cock, and he gives a knowing smile in my direction. My own cock quickly fills with blood and soon I’m standing there at the urinal with a full erection. kaçak iddaa I look to my left, and there are two other guys there. A guy in his late forties, greying slightly, his cock visibly aroused too. Further along, a younger guy, lean and muscular with what looks like a big, veiny red headed circumcised cock poking through his jeans. Already, I was swept up in the sexual abandon at the piss trough as we stood there in various states of sexual arousal.With no other inhabitants in the building, I undo my belt and unbutton my trousers, letting my pants slowly slip to the floor to reveal my nylon clad legs. The big guy is the first to make his move. He quickly comes down the urinal and starts to caress my partially exposed backside, placing his big purple hands beneath the lace and cotton of my panties and stroking my buttocks. My cock involuntarily jumps and twitches. Suddenly, my member is encased by the hand of the guy in his forties, and being wanked in what I can only describe as a violent and furious, yet incredibly enjoyable way! The younger guy sees this as an opportunity to move to the old, overweight guy’s right hand side, and after giving his big fat cock a few helping strokes with his eager young hand, knelt over to give that large cock a few vigorous licks with his tongue. I reached around to repay the compliment to the middle aged guy giving me the magnificent turbo wank, but I could not tell who’s hands were over me as I felt multiple manipulations of my bottom, legs, balls and lower back. Tingles started from my lower back, going up my spine to the back of my neck, making the back of my head buzz in sheer excitement. Unfortunately, the tingles were already starting to grow in my balls as my friend to the left kept manically pumping my excited cock, bringing me to the point of no return in super quick time.As my orgasm approached, my buttocks tensed and squeezed together and I lowly moaned. And then the ferocity of it flew through me. I almost passed out from the intensity as my first blast splattered onto the wall above the porcelain. I opened my eyes to see the next spurt shoot even higher, and then the slightly less intense little spurts, becoming less viscous, landing in the porcelain trough, mingling with the green and blue cubes. I removed my companion’s hand from my still fully hard cock, and concentrated solely on his own member now. I decided to return the favour of his amazing super powered hand-job, by quickly kaçak bahis wanking his prick as fast as I possibly could. He had a nice cock, roughly six to seven inches, a dark shaft with a shiny blue headed mushroomed tip appearing from his uncut member. My older friend to my right had given up on caressing me since my orgasm and was instead giving the younger guy to his right hand side his full attention. As I stood there, watching the pair of them rubbing each other’s big cocks, the last few dribbles of spunk leaking from my tip, and the hot, stiff cock I was furiously wanking with my left hand, I felt myself becoming fully turned on again. Usually when I cum, I feel the overwhelming urge to leave. Not here. Not today. As my companion tensed and groaned, and there was a twitch in my hand as his cock spunked out jet after jet of hot, thick cum, he forcibly removed my hand, and manually pumped the last few drops from his oversensitive prick. Meanwhile, the older guy and the younger guy were quickly approaching their own happy endings.My companion to the left moved himself to the stalls and used some toilet roll to clean his prick, before zipping himself up and making a hasty retreat. I pulled up my trousers to conceal my stocking clad legs, but my cock was still in a state of arousal watching the two guys to my right wanking each other’s big cocks. The younger guy was the first to cum. His body started to shake almost uncontrollably, and then he jizzed up the wall, beating my previous ejaculatory efforts, thick plumes of cum roping from his reddened tip, dripping onto porcelain and concrete. As his orgasm subsided, his penis started to slowly deflate, returning to a less excited form. Unfortunately for the older guy, his desire for cock was also dissipating and he too zipped himself up and quickly departed. And then there were two. I reached out for his big member with my right hand and tightly grabbed his ample girth. It was hot to the touch, firm, but with some give in it. Squidgy, would perhaps be a good way to describe this monstrous member. I wanked that big old cock furiously, and I swear it got even bigger, harder. Within a minute or two, his breathing quickened and that big lump of meat tensed and twitched, before oozing out rivers of lovely white, runny cum, dripping onto the porcelain, the DNA of four horny guys intermingling in the trough together.He too made his way to the stalls and cleaned his cum from his tip, before concealing that big old thing in his pants and slowly waddled up the stairs. I sat there in the stalls, the imagery and sexual rush of what had just happened racing through my mind, and my hand was wrapped around my cock again…

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