Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:15:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Obligated

The bar was crowded. The air smelled of beer. It was a typical college town
bar with more guys then girls, peanut shells on the floor and occasional
forced laughter drowning out the music.

Rough looking bartenders somehow understood the yells and handed over
bottles or pitchers quickly.

Mason wasn't drunk. His body processed beer regularly making him stand in
the long line of other semi sober studs. The bathroom was surprisingly
small with two booths and one urinal.

He drained himself and looked around the last stall he had used. There was
a deep sink and a guy pissing in it. Others waited their turn for stalls,
urinal or even the mop sink he guessed.

The bar was a delightful sight. There were tall, short, pretty, rough, kids
and men everywhere. There were slim overdressed girls here and there
tolerating their dates behavior and hoping to leave to go to other joints
or dorm rooms.

He watched the dramas here and there. Drunken college studs facing off as
if they were about to fight but calmed down by a bartender or bouncer.

Guys who were arms around each other probably professing their bromance
thru slurred speech which they'd forget the next day.

Groups would decide to get pizzas and leave. The hours went by. Mason moved
from bench to corner, stool to leaning against the wall watching. He loved
to watch. There was no danger, no disappointment and no revelation of his
closeted desire to see them naked.

The crowd thinned out a bit as it got near last call. Mason decided to see
how long the line was. There wasn't one.

But the stalls were full and some guy stood at the urinal for the longest
time.

Mason remembered what he had seen earlier and rather then wet his pants, he
moved to the mop sink. Holding his meaty cock out, he closed his eyes.

"nice dong buddy" the voice startled him. Mason looked to see another guy,
about his own age standing beside him, holding his own pissing cock.

"Place was too crowded I couldn't wait" he said. The guy's eyes glanced
down. "nice one"

Mason had a nice cock. It was fat and about seven inches. He had admired it
himself as had friends back home.

"uh thanks you too" he couldn't avoid looking. The guys cock seemed as
large as his.

And their pissing streams were crossed.

"Thanks" he shook it. "You done?"

"Uh yea" Mason shook the last drops.

"Come on" the guy grabbed Mason's arm preventing him from zipping up his
fly after stuffing the spent cock back inside.

The guy lifted the door knob on what looked like a supply closet and it
opened. Mason thought the guy had done that before.

Inside, it was dark. Mason started to ask what was going on, but he felt
the guys fingers inside his fly.

Before he could decide what to do, the warm lips had surrounded his cock.
Hands moved under his shirt and moved about, playing with nipples and then
moving to his buttocks pulling them forward.

Mason, like most males, liked a good blow job.  He decided to leave but
stopped when a finger found his rosebudd butthole. It fingered entered and
massaged him as the lips moved up and down the length of his cock.

He leaned back against the wall and let his body react and eventually shoot
into the chasm offered.

"Shit, thanks, I owe you" Mason said.

"Yea you do" the guy was standing now. His hands gently pushed Mason to his
knees where a hard cock was pressed against his face.

He opened his shirt knowing that his chest would soon be blasted.he sucked,
swallowed and felt the warm ooze shoot against his face and neck.

"Shit now I gotta piss again" the guy said.

They didn't bother to put their dicks away but walked out of the closet to
the sink again. They pissed and the guy patted Mason's jean covered butt.

"I'd like to get into that later" he said.

Mason was ready to oblige but the guy left.

The bar got noisier with music. The lights got darker. People crowded to
gyrate to the music. It didn't seem as if anyone was dancing with anyone.
There were no couples but just guys and girls dancing.

Most of the guys were half naked. And Mason saw his blowjob buddy
shirtless, his shirt around his neck and he was smiling...at Mason.

They moved closer. Mason let his shirt be unbuttoned again. He was half
naked but felt naked dancing among the others but his eyes on the guy whose
cock had been in his mouth.

He knew what he wanted. Mason believed in fulfilling his obligations.