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Here's part 2 of 3.
Other stories by me: 2012: gay/no-sex/new-foot-friend 2012: gay/high-school/naked-neighbor (2 parts) 2011: gay/gift-repayed/encounters/gift-repayed (3 parts) 2011: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet 2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island 2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling 2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet 2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).
I was back early the next morning with a plan. I positioned my truck in an unused camping spot where I had a clear view of the bathroom door. The nearby camping spots were the last to fill usually so I wasn't surprised to find it empty. I got myself comfortable in the cab as best I could and settled down to wait.
Over the next couple of hours I saw lots of guys going in and out, but none of them were the young guy from yesterday. If anyone noticed me sitting there watching they didn't do anything. Someone sleeping in a pickup overnight was not really that unusual. I hoped.
Finally at almost 11 in the morning I saw the young guy approaching. I felt the nervousness grip me even as I made sure my stuff was ready. Not like I hadn't done that several times already. I watched him go in. Then impatiently stared at my watch until two minutes had passed. I grabbed my backpack and jumped out of the truck. I forced myself to walk slowly across the road and into the bathroom building.
When I entered it was quiet. I checked and none of the stalls were occuppied so he must still be getting ready for the shower. I went into the end stall like always. I'd been sitting in the truck all morning so I really did have to pee. I pulled my pants down and sat but I was so nervous it took a minute to get going. As I was finishing I heard the shower turn on.
I finished up, left the stall, and stood in front of the shower door for a moment. Now or never. I pushed the door open and tried to walk in casually. The young guy was naked at the center shower and rubbing soap on his arm. His back was tanned but his ass was much lighter. He looked at me over his shoulder, seemed to do a doubletake, then gave me a little nod. I nodded back. I was so scared it probably looked more like a spasm.
I went to the bench a few feet away from his stuff and put down my bag. I took off my jacket, shirt, and shoes without much thought. But next was getting undressed. My heart was pounding and I wanted to wait, but I thought that if I took too long he'd probably just finish and leave. I pulled down my jeans and yanked them off my feet. I put those on the bench. I realized I had not gotten my towel out so I pulled that out of the bag and hung it on the hook. I risked a little look over my shoulder. The young guy was turned slightly away from me, possibly watching me from the corner of his eye. I realized I was wearing those silly baggy underwear and felt embarassed.
'Now or never', I told myself again. I dropped my underwear, gave my cock a little tug out of habit, and started to walk to the shower. I didn't bring the soap. I'm an idiot. I stood bare assed at my bag and dug out the little chunk of soap I'd taken from my bathroom at home that morning. I walked over to the shower nearest the door -- the one the young guy had stood in front of the day before when he received a blow job. Thinking of that gave me a little tingle and I frantically tried to supress the thought. I didn't want to pop fully hard.
I got up to the shower and put my soap on the little shelf bolted to the wall. I pushed the button to start the water, peering into the darkness of the gap around the button. The gap I was peering out of yesterday. I got a short blast of cold water then the shower warmed. I stepped in and let the water hit my chest. I took a spin in the stream to get completely wet and take a look at my neighbor. He seemed to still be washing even though it'd been a while. And, having seen his dick in several different states yesterday, I had no doubt that he was half hard. I looked down. Shit, so was I. I tried to get my mind off it but it was too late. I looked away but I could feel myself building to a full hard on. I was too embarassed to look at the guy, but for some reason I didn't try to cover up.
I wet my hair and stepped back a little bit to wipe my face. I risked another glance over at the guy. He was looking at me and grinning. I looked down. He was totally hard too. I tried not to stare. I wanted... something. But I didn't know what to do next. I didn't hear all of the conversation yesterday. Was there some magic word that meant, I'd like a blowjob, please?
I felt I should say something.
"Sorry," I said waving generally toward my crotch. "I guess I let my mind wander."
"That's too bad," he said. "I was hoping it was me that made you so excited."
"I, uh, no. I mean, you look, but, I uh." Yeah, I had no idea how to respond. He didn't seem to offended though.
"Well, regardless of how you got in this state, you could maybe use a little help."
I didn't say anything.
"Can I give you a little help?" he asked.
"I, uh, yeah," I managed weakly.
The guy took a step toward me stepping so close that his bare toes touched mine. I started to move my foot then didn't. I could feel him close. He reached out a hand and touched my cheek. I stood frozen. I think he was about to kiss me, but instead he trailed his hand down my chest. My knees felt weak. He moved his hands down farther and grabbed my erection and squeezed it. My knees shook, which made me feel stupid, but I couldn't help it.
I had the same thought I had yesterday though. "What if someone comes in?" I asked. He looked at me seemingly not too worried but he paused and looked over my shoulder at the door.
"Ok," he said, and let go of my dick. I hated that. I wanted him to do that again. He walked over to the door and grabbed the rubber door stop that was under the bench. It was probably there for when they cleaned the bathrooms. He put it on the floor against the closed door and pushed it hard with his toe.
He walked back over to me and stood close again. "There," he said. "If someone tries to come it the door will be jammed. Or at least long enough to give us some warning."
"Ok," I said.
"Now," he said. "Where were we?" The shower had stopped and I reached out and thacked the button without much thinking about it. He didn't pay any attention.
He leaned close and kissed my neck. It was like lightning shot through me. I was just standing with my arms limp at my sides, not sure what to do. He put his arms around me and pulled us close. I could feel his hard cock against me.
He released me and started to run his hands down my sides. I just stood there really not sure what to do. He kneeled in front of me and licked the tip of my cock. I nearly fell over and in fact had to touch the wall for support. Undeterred he grabbed my ass with one hand, my balls with the other, and took me fully in his mouth. I didn't know that was even possible.
I couldn't believe what this felt like. I'd never even had another hand on my dick and here this guy was blowing me. It felt so good that I lost all sense of what was going on until I suddenly felt my balls clench and I started coming. I tried to pull away but he held on to my ass and continued sucking. I don't know how many times I shot but it seemed to keep going and he just kept his mouth on me. Finally it got to me too much and I pulled myself away. He let me go and my dick popped out of his mouth still completely hard.
He stood up and smiled at me. I didn't know a lot about sex but I knew that coming five seconds into a blow job didn't exactly make me a stallion.
"Thank you," he said.
Thank me? What the hell. I was the recipient of that unbelievable pleasure. I didn't manage to say anything. He reached around me and turned on the shower again. It'd stopped again and I hadn't noticed. He crowded close to me and rinsed off in the spray, then ran his hands down my body again, kind of washing. Kind of stroking. Unbelievably I was still hard. I noticed that he wasn't. I wondered if he'd come or not.
"I have to get dressed," he said. "I'm already late."
I nodded. We both walked over to the bench and he started toweling off. I did the same.
"Thank you," I finally managed to say.
"Any time," he said.
I quickly and clumisly dressed back in the same clothes I'd been wearing. I stuffed the wet towel in my bag.
"You're from around here," he said. "Not a camper, right?"
I'd been caught, but I didn't ty to lie.
"Yeah," I said. "A local."
"I'd love to spend some more time with you," he said. "But I'm on a road trip with my uncle. Yes, my real uncle. We pull out today." I nodded. But I'm driving back on my own later. I'll stop here again two weeks from tomorrow."
"Oh," I said.
"I'd love to see you again."
"Ok," I said. Not sure if I was agreeing to meet up or just acknowledging him.
"Name's Lou by the way."
"Ok," I said again. "Bye. And, uh, thank you."
I tried to open the door, then remembered the door stop. I bent down to pull it out, opened the door and left without looking back. I made a beeline through the bathroom, out the door, and to my truck. I sat there for several minutes absorbing what had happend. I saw the guy come out of the door and walk casually off down the dirt road.
I realized I hadn't told him my name.
I realized I'd be back in two weeks.
(end part 2)