The Crotch Watcher

Gordon Grant slips into his work clothes, crisp and fitted, then fires up his convertible for the ride to the Transamerica Building. He parks, heads straight to the men's room—the action john in his office—and claims his stall. There, he grips his large cock, stroking in perfect sync with the guy next door, their rhythms merging like a secret pulse. Craving more, his tea-room buddy slips into Gordon's stall, eager and exposed. Gordon takes over, finishing him off with firm, unrelenting pulls until release floods the air. As Gordon straightens up to leave, another man steps in, hungry for the same. Gordon drops to his knees, delivers a mind-blowing blow job that ends with his face creamy and marked, a slick badge of the morning's indulgence.