Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 12:45:30 -0400
From: su59-dpvy@disposable.spamcon.org
Subject: Josh's Odyssey

So there I was in the computer lab bathroom, masturbating to bisexual
incest orgy pornographic stories again, minding my own business, when a
head popped under the divider.

"Whatcha doing?" asked the fraternity brother while he eyed my exposed
cock.  I went to cover myself with the printout and kick the intruder in
the head, when he retreated to the other stall.

"Just polishing the ol' boy," I replied candidly, thinking the gentleman to
have satisfied himself with a curious glance.

"Ah.  Whatcha using?"  Apparently not.

"Some story."

"Wanna read me some?"

"Not really.  I prefer to jack-off alone, if you don't mind."

"Really?  I always prefer someone else to do it."  I'm not surprised.

"Yeah, well I'm not really into that kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?"

"Y'know...guys," I said.  It is somewhat true, actually.  I love reading
gay or bisexual pornography, but when it comes to actually doing it, I
don't get all that into it.  Sure I've sucked a few cocks--who hasn't?--but
I much prefer the feminine touch.

"Oh, come on...no one masturbates in these stalls except as a precursor..."
This fellow was persistent.

The thing is, even as he kept talking, I was starting to get hot.  Maybe
this once it might not be so bad to let myself go.  I was still exposed and
stroking myself lightly and glancing at the pages.  One of the characters,
a seemingly straight fellow, had brought his girlfriend to a movie theatre.
When they started to get a bit more involved than usual, and the girl
started to get a bit more naked than one usually finds girls in the
theatres, the other patrons joined in on the festivities.  The "straight"
fellow had just taken a cock into his mouth.  I thought I'd join him.

"Oh, alright.  You can come over."

The stall next to me burst open before I had even finished.  I unlatched
the door to my stall.  A short, squat college student with a white baseball
cap and khakis entered my stall with a smile and a pitched tent.

"So what's your name, beautiful?"  Nice touch, loser.

"Josh," I lied.  "What's yours?"

"Scott.  So what do you want to do?"

"Whatever.  But let's start this slow.  I really don't usually do this sort
of thing..."

"What sort of thing?"

"Guys."

Seeing how my penis was already out in the open, I thought it only fair for
him to start by sucking me off.  He had different ideas.  His zipper slid
down, exposing a short, squat member already moist with precum.  I opened
my mouth and let him enter.

He tasted awful.  I don't think he had showered since his last balloon
knot, and I've never been one for the taste of old feces.  But I was a
trooper, and I sucked him off as best I could.  After a few minutes, he
withdrew and said, "Okay, that's enough, you little cocksucker. You're too
green for my tastes. You really suck at this."

Ha.  I let his prick fall from my mouth.  "Yeah, I'm not very good.  You
want to show me how it's done?"

"Buddy, I haven't even finished yet.  How about offering up that pretty ass
of yours?"

I thought about it.  "Okay, but only if you've got something to lube
yourself up with."

"Just a sec."  Scott went back into the other stall and retrieved a bottle
of lotion.  "This'll do?"

"Sure."  The guy started slathering the stuff on his dick while I turned
around.  Then he squeezed the bottle on to his finger, which he proceeded
to insert into my virgin rectum.  Well, somewhat virgin.  Of course my
girlfriend had been there many times with fingers.  Ex-girlfriend.

"How's that feel, buddy."

"Alright.  That lotion's a bit cold, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well...y'can't have everything, can ya?"

"I suppose not," I grunted as he pushed the glans up against the opening
started to press it in.

It hurt.  Quite a bit, actually.  And for the first minute or so, I
received no pleasure.  Zero.  It just hurt and my cock went limp.  But then
he must have his something in his quest for depth, because Mr. Bigglesworth
jumped right back up to attention.  "Fuck, yeah!"

Then he finished.  And left.  So I finished the story I had been reading,
creaming all over the back of the stall door.