This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988. Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"In A Massachusetts Mall Men's Room"
The Diary of Michael Stewart: Tuesday, April 26, 1988 -
I had the misfortune to have been sent by my company up to a training class outside of Boston, and having been there before, expected to spend the entire week hard-up and frustrated. Natick, Massachusetts, is in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I was quite sure they still defined "gay" as happy. sigh
It wasn't until my third day there, on my lunch-break, that I happened to have some extra time to kill and wandered into the little shopping center across the road from where we were having classes. While there, I had to take a leak... (Bet you can see where this is leading, huh?)
Much to my surprise, it turned out this little shopping center men's room in the middle of nowhere was apparently quite a hot spot. The usual graffiti all over the walls, and lots...and I do mean LOTS...of dried cum stains all over the walls of the stores. I quickly decided that checking out this place was infinitely more interesting than the Barnes & Noble "Books for a Buck" table!
I didn't have long to wait before I discovered my decision was the correct one, as the other stall quickly became occupied. There were the usual quiet moments, then the universal signal from the other side: he tapped his foot.
I tapped back.
Next thing I know, a pair of knees is coming under the stall wall. Looked pretty good, tanned, covered with dark swirls of hair...then the "piece de resistance": a big, hard, uncut cock, in the middle of the legs. I reached down and started stroking it, really working that foreskin, finally pulling it back and rubbing my palm around the head, feeling the shaft get real hard. He seemed to be enjoying it - when all of a sudden, it (and the legs), disappear! I was just gonna chalk it up to experience and split, when I see his hand motioning to me...he wanted mine!
I got myself into position, hugging the wall, and stuck knees and crotch under the wall. I feel his hands rub my legs, starting at my knees, working up my thighs, and finally, one hand grabbing my balls and the other working on my shaft. Felt pretty good...
Now, I don't know how he did it, or what position he had to get into to do it, but the next thing I know, I feel him licking my cock! He started at the head, nibbling and licking, and then plants the whole thing down his throat, inch by inch. Talk about unexpected! I felt like I'd stuck my dick into a Hoover Wet-Vac... It was wild! There I was, hugging the wall, the cool metal holding me up, and this guy - who I only know from the waist down! - chowing down on my rod, and doing a damn good job of it.
I wanted this to last for a little while, but I made the mistake of opening my eyes and couldn't help but look at the graffiti in front of my face. "17 Year Old Needs Cock Sucked. Junior at Natick H.S. Meet here after 3:30." That did it...between the mental imagery and the hot fucking blow job I was getting, I shot off. I felt five...maybe five and half... good blasts, and this guy sucked down every one of 'em. My muscle control gave out, and I kinda fell back, right on my ass onto the cold tile. Wow!
I regained my composure and waited for him to stick his cock back through -- but he wouldn't! I guess he was waiting for the 17 year old or something, but I couldn't stick around to find out...had to get back to class. sigh