Green Room

Dave answered his phone.

"Hey, Davie. Way to go buddy."
Dave recognize Sam's voice.

"I'm not complaining, Sam," Dave said. "It's good to know I'm working for a company that recognizes talent."

"Yes, I heard about the promotion and called to congratulate you," Sam said. "But the real reason I called was to tell you to go down to the lobby and get a hotdog."

"Hot dog?" Dave asked.

"Yes, get a hotdog. The guy who runs the place in the lobby, he used to live with Mark Stilton."

Dave knew what Sam was telling him. Dave knew Mark. He had sucked Mark's cock, and Mark had sucked his. Mark was a fuck buddy.

Sam described the man he wanted Dave to meet.

"He's in his forties, but in great shape. Smooth, clean cut, with a weight lifter's body. He's bald, shaves his entire head. Kind of looks like an East European bad guy in a James Bond movie."

The man Sam was describing wasn't exactly Dave's ideal. Dave liked men closer to his own age. But it was worth checking out.

"Thanks, Sam," Dave said. "I'll be sure to check it out."

"Dave, listen to me. You want to go now. He closes his shop at two. You want to go down now, before he closes for the day. Let him know you know Mark. Go along with what he says. You'll be glad you did."

"You're not setting me up?" Dave asked. "This isn't a joke." When Dave was in college, a fellow queer thought it was hell'a funny tricking Dave into making a pass at a homophobe.

"Dave, you'll thank me. You'll be on your knees thanking me and I won't be able to understand you because my cock will be in your mouth. But you will thank me.
"Tell you what. If it isn't good, I'll be your bottom for a year."

"Okay, Sam. I'll check it out, now. And it's this is some trick, you'll be my bottom and I will do you so you won't be able to walk."

Sam laughed, and in a lispy falsetto voice said, "Oh, you brute! Always making promises."

Dave closed his office and told Dianne, his clerk, that he was going out for an hour or so.
Dianne came with the job and fortunately she was good. She was older than Dave. Closer in age to Dave's mom, but still very attractive.

He went down to the main floor lobby. Near the entrance, to one side, was the lunch counter. big half pound kosher hotdogs was the specialty. The man behind the counter fit Sam's description. The door to the place opened to the lobby, but there was a window opposite the counter. The window was as long as the place was, with a counter by the window and a row of stools for patrons. There was a view of the sidewalk and street outside the building.

"What you have?" a deep voice said.

Dave turned to the counter man. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was so late."

"All right. We serve till two. The hotdog's are good. All beef from good cuts. Lean and no nasty parts of the cow."

"I was told I should mention that I'm a friend of Mark Stilton," Dave said.

That got a smile.
"I know Mark. He's gay," the man said.
It was said almost like a question.

Dave committed.
"Yeah, that's how I know Mark. I'm gay."

"Small world, me too," said the guy.

That broke the ice.
"Good to meet you, I'm Dave. I just started work in this building."

"Good to meet you, Dave. I'm Bruce. No kidding, Bruce. But everybody calls me Bruno."

So now they were introduced.
What next?

"It two," Bruno said. "I'm closing up. Are you free?"

"Yes, I guess I am," Dave said. "I don't have to be anywhere for an hour." Dave decided to play his "be bold" card. "You want to fuck?"

Bruno laughed as he pulled down the roll-down door, closing his shop for the day.
"You fast track business types don't waste time. But yes, yes I would like to fuck you."

Bruno took Dave to the other end of his place. He opened the door on that side that opened to a store room. Green light filled the room.
When Bruno closed the door, Dave saw were the green light was coming from.
One entire wall was made of green glass. The wall was transparent. Dave could see the street and sidewalk. Cars were moving up and down the street, and pedestrians were walking back and forth.

Dave recalled the exterior of the building. He thought the outside was covered in some dark green marble. But now he realized it was glass, and the only reason people didn't realize it was glass was most of it had wall on the inside. The dark storeroom didn't show through the glass to the outside. But the bright outside was easily observable.

Bruno was silhouetted by the green window. He had his pants down about his knees as he reached for Dave's cock through his slacks.
Dave took the lead and went down to his knees. Just as his took Bruno's cock into his mouth, Dave was surprised when a bunch of pedestrians had stopped just on the other side of the store room. To Dave, they were in plain sight, and only feet from where Dave was, on his knees with a cock in his mouth.

Dave knew the mechanics of a one way mirror, the well lit outside, the dark interior of the store room. That meant he could see out, but they couldn't see in.
And it was an extra turn on, sucking cock with all those people around.

Dave tried to concentrate on Bruno's cock. Bruno had a nice big sucking cock, with a fat head and enough length to wrap two hands around.
Dave sucked on the balls and hummed, letting his vibrating lips tickle Bruno. Then Dave held one ball with his teeth. He did it very carefully. As he held the ball, he licked it, making it totally wet.

Dave licked the other ball into wetness, then hummed both again.
Bruno's cock was full hard, and Dave took that hard inside his mouth.
Back and forth sucking made Bruno's cock slide into Dave's mouth and then slide out again.
While he was sucking cock, Dave was getting a view of the street traffic. It was people watching, and the feeling that he was in the middle of all those people while he sucked Bruno made the feeling all the better.

A green jogger stopped and ran in place. His moving butt would have been in Dave's reach, it the green glass was not in the way. The jogger had a nice ass, and Dave admired it as he sucked Bruno.

The light changed and people moved. Dave wagged his head from side to side, matching the butt muscles of the jogger.

Bruno pulled Dave's head closer. His cock was still in Dave's mouth and Dave raised up, now in a crouch, to be better able to get more of Bruno's cock in his mouth.
As Dave was getting more cock down his throat, he watched two girls in matching shorts meet and chat. Dave's face was the same level of their waist, and he got a great, but green, view of the girls' legs.

The girls were both good lookers, but one had a little more to her, and Dave was looking at her tight deer foot, or camel toe. (The Y with the split where the arms of the Y meet, formed when too tight pants press against a girl's pussy.)

Looking at pussy while sucking cock, now that wasn't something Dave got to do much.

Bruno now held Dave's head and was pumping his cock in Dave's face. As Dave was getting his mouth fucked, he was starring up the leg hole of a bicyclist, seeing his package held in place by his jockstrap.

Bruno was about to come. Dave made sure the end of his cock was in his mouth. Dave was sucking Bruno bareback, and wanted to make sure the load ended up in his mouth, not down his throat. Well, at least not down his throat until he got to taste it and played with it in his mouth before swallowing it.
And Bruno did fill Dave's mouth. Dave savored the come as he watched a man in an expensive suit walk across the street. The man was going commando, and Dave saw the outline of the pedestrian's cock on the inside of his thigh.

"That was something special," Dave said as he stood up. "I never would have suspected there was something like this from out on the sidewalk."

"Yeah, I like this room for sex," Bruno responded. "It makes it better, seeing how close we are to people who have no idea what we are doing."

"So, Bruno," Dave asked. "When can I come down here again?"

"Why, you in a hurry?" Bruno said, not answering Dave's question. "Aren't you going to let me lick your dick."

Dave didn't want his pants laying on the dusty floor. That's why he knelt of a newspaper when he was sucking Bruno.
So Dave stepped out of his slacks and hung them on the door as Bruno went down and swallowed Dave's cock.
The smothering of his cock with Bruno's warm mouth brought Dave cock quickly to maximum hardness. He pulled back, his cock leaving the noisy mouth. Slurping sounds and sucking noises were clearly heard.

Bruno rubbed his hands up and down the back of Dave's bare legs. Bruno reached up, grabbing a hunk of each ass cheek and pulled Dave's cock closer and deeper into his mouth.

Bruno was a greedy mouth cocksucker. He sucked hard, and almost demanded the cock respond, give up its seed.
Bruno didn't fist Dave's cock. He was an all mouth cocksucker. Dave preferred that style too. Hands were for feeling up asses or fondling balls. Well, Dave liked sucking balls too, but Bruno didn't seem to pay Dave's balls any attention.

But Bruno did give a damn fine blow job. Suck suck, take a cock all the way into his mouth. At the same time, Bruno massaged Dave's ass muscles and directed the pace of Dave's pumping.

The biggest thing unique to this blowjob was the view. People were standing just a few paces from where Dave stood and Bruno knelt. As the mouth was working his cock, Dave watched a woman with a nice rack, some of it on display, wait with impatience.

A tongue was flicking the underside of his cock as Dave looked at a bike messenger. The bicyclist was young, tight, buff. He stood with his bike, waiting for the light. The skin tight bike pants showed every bit of muscular development on the guys legs and ass. The pants were so tight, when the messenger turned enough that Dave could see his package, he could make out the shape of the shaft and balls.

Dave took a peek at Bruno, the macho shaved bald head didn't look up. Bruno had his eyes closed and his face forward, directed at Dave's cock, the cock sliding back and forth between Bruno's lips.

Dave raised his eyes, and stared at the bike messenger's ass as the guy started his bike. The leg on the top pedal was locked at the knee, the guy's full weight pushing that pedal down, driving the bike forward. Dave was watching the dance of the biker's tight left butt cheek against the equally luscious right cheek.

A girl in a red plaid skirt, so short that just by leaning against the building had hiked that skirt up enough to show panty.
The girl was getting exact change, which she dropped. She believed her back was to a blank wall, not a green window to Dave's viewing enjoyment. Dave watched closely, as she bent to pick up the coins. Could she be...?

Nope, Dave saw the gusset of the girl's panties give shape to pussy lips, not the bulge of a cock.
Dave smiled to himself, thinking of some of his friends, the friends that shared his preferences in sex partners. Dave knew a couple of "girls" prettier than most girls, but with a nice surprise if their panties were given a close inspection.

Dave thought of one of those girls, she had tits so nice they made the cut for a "Girls Gone Wild" video, but below, she had one of the nicest cocks Dave had ever sucked.

Thinking of sucking some tranny's cock while Bruno was sucking his cock, and he was looking up an unaware girl's skirt at the panty covered outline of her pussy struck Dave as the most interesting point to this place.

The girl walked away, and Dave let his gaze follow the back, forth sway of her ass only because there wasn't anything else to watch.
The girl walked passed a man in a suit. He was headed in the buildings direction. Dave realized that this man had been there before. This guy goes commando, without underwear.

The man stood reading a newspaper. But he was facing the building, not the street. Dave saw the shape of his cock in the material of his pants.
The cock harden, and Dave let that image be the one in his head as Bruno was bringing him to a climax.

The man on the street's cock was getting bigger. It was tent poling his pants. Dave admired the bulge as Bruno's mouth was bringing him closer to coming.
The man shifted his hips, and his cock slipped up to flatten out under the pants. The man never looked up from his paper and his cock looked even bigger.
Bruno sucked even harder. Dave focused on the feelings in his groin. Next thing, Bruno was swallowing come.

In the window, the green window, the man reading the newspaper had a large rod packed against his front, the tip almost passed the waistband.

Bruno was brushing his knees off as Dave put his pants back on.
Bruno opened the door to the store room and showed Dave to the door, a regular size door in the roll down.
Dave wanted to get a sidewalk view of the place where he had just sucked and been sucked. As he exited the lobby doors, the man with the newspaper was coming in. Dave saw him head toward the closed lunch counter.

Standing outside the building, the facing did look solid, and opaque.
But then Dave saw a dim flash of green, coming from inside the material.

It was light coming into the store room as the door to the counter area was opened.
Dave saw the outline of legs, two sets. The dim green disappeared with the closing of the door.

Dave stood a moment, looking at the exterior wall, pretending he could see into it, letting his imagination create of image of Bruno on his knees, and the man with his expensive suit pants down around his ankles, sucking and being sucked, just feet away from busy downtown sidewalk traffic.