This very short story of mine is based on what I read on a toilet wall in 1978 when I was a student. It was one of my first encounters with gay graffiti and it's remained in my memory ever since.
This is what the graffiti writer wrote:
"I was feeling randy and went to the toilets in the main university quadrangle. I slipped into a cubicle. As I wanked, I sensed an eye looking at me through a hole that separated my cubicle from the next. I got a sudden rush of excitement. This was the first time I'd ever wanked off and been watched doing so by another guy. I turned round so that he could get a better view of my cock, all red from wanking.
After a while a note was passed under the partition. It said: "Meet me outside!"
I decided to go for it. I went outside and saw him. He was fantastic; good-looking, wearing blue Levis and a leather jacket.
We went back to his place. He took all my clothes off, except for my briefs. Then he gave me a leather jacket to wear. I waited there, precuming and posing and in my briefs and the leather jacket, exited as to what he'd want me to do next.
At length he peeled off my briefs and made me lie on the floor. He then laid himself over me so that my cock rose into his mouth while his bulge was over my face. The experience was amazing and as we moved and groaned there in his creaking leather, we were a real couple."
John Wexford; clashmore@hotmail.com