Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 22:29:55 -0400
From: gopaw1@gmail.com
Subject: Bathroom Heat

I'm not gonna spend the time writing a disclaimer, but I'm sure that
you know if you're not supposed to be here. If you're willing to take
the risk and read this story anyway, well, there's not much that I can
do anyway.

This is based on a true story, but names have been changed.

If you have Questions, comments, concerns, complaints, etc., feel free
to email them to gopaw1@gmail.com.

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			     ~ Bathroom Heat ~


The wind blew gently across the beach, providing a brief respite from
the overbearing sun which had been relentlessly scorching everyone's
skin since early this morning. Jeff was happy to have it, and casually
closed his eyes, welcoming the coolness; however, the breeze soon
disappeared, and the sun's heat immediately returned. Even still, the
slight amount of discomfort caused by its intrusive rays was a
definite improvement over the monotonous and rather chilly climate of
Minnesota to which he was accustomed.

"Glad you came?" Samantha asked, lazily basking on top of her beach
towel. "This has to beat Minnesota!"

Jeff chuckled to himself, offering no other verbal affirmation. This
weather certainly did beat Minnesota's. He started to wonder why he
went to Minnesota for college instead of staying in Maryland. There
were so many local colleges he could have gone to, but it was too late
to second-guess himself.

Trying to think about something else, he started to wonder whether
getting into the ocean would be a good idea or not. He finally
decided. "I'm gonna get into the water." he announced.

"What? Really?" she retorted. "You realize that it's freezing, right?"

Taking her remarks as a challenge, he shot back, "Watch me!" as he
sprinted into the ocean. Immediately, he regretted it.

"Ah!" he shouted as the frigid water touched his bare legs, and
splashed over his body. "Fuck!"

"I told you!" she yelled back at him. Many of the strangers were
watching; his vulgarity had caught most of their attention. "Come
back. We're about to leave anyway."

"Okay," he responded without hesitation; the water was far too cold to
get adjusted to. He would have to come back tomorrow, when the water
would hopefully be warmer. As he ascended the hill of sand toward Sam,
he turned his face toward the sun, once again welcoming its warmth
especially after his escapade into the ocean.

"Wait -- we're leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah, we've been here for a few hours, and I wanna go shopping before
the stores get too crowded." she responded, not realizing that they
would already be packed with tourists.

"Well, I think that I'm gonna stay here. I want a little more time to tan."

"Suit yourself, but you're missing out on the strip mall!"

"I don't think that I'm missing out on anything." Jeff said before
bidding Sam goodbye. The two of them had been best-friends since they
attended high-school together, and had agreed to take a trip to
Rehoboth beach over the summer, even if it meant splitting the cost of
Jeff's plane ticket among the two of them.

Jeff felt especially close to Sam because she was the first person
that he had come-out to, and she had accepted him unconditionally. So,
he didn't feel at all awkward going to the beach with her alone for
the week. Besides, they wouldn't be alone together the entire week.
She was bound to meet some guys and "get busy"; something Jeff was
hoping to do, also.

As he sat there, gazing out at the ocean, trying to absorb all of the
ambient light he possibly could before he had to leave, he felt an
ever-so-familiar churning in his loins. He had to pee.

Jeff grabbed all of his valuables, and placed them into his backpack
to prevent them from being stolen. He got up, and started on the
journey to the lone building about a thousand feet up the beach coast
that housed a small store, bathrooms, changing facilities, and
showers. As he walked, the hot sand started to burn his feet, and the
small shells poked harshly at the undersides of his toes. He stopped,
and moved closer to the chilly ocean, where the sand was much cooler
and not as heavily riddled with shells.

He loved watching all of the people casually playing on the beach. Two
guys were playing volleyball in a clearing behind many of the
tourists; a small group of women were loudly gossiping about one of
their acquaintances back home; a father was showing his son how to fly
a kite; a handful of teenagers were attempting to surf on the
non-existant waves; and quite a few people were just lying around
sleeping. Jeff smiled to himself.

He was glad to be on vacation finally, especially because there was so
much eye-candy to watch. Hot college guys were everywhere in varying
stages of undress, and seemed to be there just for his enjoyment.

As he eyed up one particularly muscular stud, he realized that he
needed to start his trek away from the cold ocean and toward the hot
sand and the facilities beyond. He figured that he might as well jog.
He was hoping that it wouldn't hurt his feet as much. It seemed to
make a difference, and he made it to the wooden walkway quickly and
with relatively little pain.

He feet welcomed the change from the hot sand to the warm wood, and he
slowed to a walk. Here, people seemed much less at ease; probably
because they were anxious to get back to the oceanside. Jeff, however,
continued to take his time, and eventually arrived at the entrance to
the bathroom, which smelled of chlorine and urine.

Once he went in, Jeff immediately started to pay attention to where he
was stepping and what he was stepping in. The floor looked to be
pretty dirty, and he didn't want his feet to be covered in strangers'
piss. The bathroom was very crowded, and there was a line to both the
urinals and the stalls, so he took his place in the line for the
urinals, and waited. Because there were only three, he assumed that he
might be waiting for quite some time, but the line moved fairly
quickly, and it was soon his turn at the urinal.

He approached carefully, trying not to step into any puddles of
suspicious fluids, and as he reached the undivided urinals, he started
to undo the front of his swimming trunks. He pulled at one of the
strings, unknotting a bow-tie holding together the top, and then he
opened the velcro concealing his loins from public view. He reached
into his trunks, pulled out his circumcised penis, and let go of his
bladder, which was practically screaming to be emptied at this point.

As he peed, he let out a soft sigh, and looked casually to his right.
Standing at the next urinal was a college student of about 18 or 19
who was trying to catch a glimpse of Jeff's dick discretely (and who
was failing to do so miserably). Jeff, wondering if this could lead to
some action, moved away from his own urinal just enough to let the
stranger get a good glimpse at his dick. Noticing Jeff's movement, the
stranger reciprocated, revealing a soft, uncut cock that hung just a
little lower than his balls. Jeff could only imagine what it looked
like erect. His own cock, which looked like it was about the same size
as his, was about 8 inches long when fully erect.

Finishing what he was doing, Jeff shook his cock free of any remaining
driblets, and moved toward the sink; however, before he left the
urinal, he signaled to the stranger to meet him at the sink. Jeff
slowly washed his hands while waiting for the student to make his way
over. Eventually, the student arrived at the sink, looking rather
nervous.

"Hey, I'm Dan." he spurted out, uncertainly.

"Hey." Jeff said, trying to comfort him a little.

Lowering his voice, Dan offered, "I've never hooked up in a bathroom before."

"Well, I'm glad I'm your first." Jeff responded, and nodded toward a
changing room. Dan immediately walked in, and Jeff followed after a
short pause. His heart rate was gradually increasing in anticipation
of what this student had to offer. Dan had been wearing a shirt, so
Jeff could only hope that he turned out to be a stud when it came off.

As Jeff opened the curtain to the small changing room, he saw that Dan
had already removed his shirt, and was sitting there looking nervous
and somewhat flustered. Jeff took in a sharp intake of air. Dan was an
adonis. He was smooth, muscular, and tanned. Jeff could only smile to
himself.

Dan looked back, and mouthed the words: It's cold! It certainly was;
there was only concrete to sit on, and everything was frigid to the
touch. Jeff shrugged, and took off his backpack and shirt. It was now
Dan's turn to smile. Jeff had always prided himself on being fit, and
went to the gym almost every day to work out. Jeff had a six-pack,
well defined pecs, and was pretty attractive himself.

Jeff tossed his shirt to the side, and then stole a kiss from his
new-found lover. Dan tasted sweet, but slightly salty to Jeff,
probably from sweating in the sun, and he smelled like his AXE
deodorant -- a fragrance which was very much welcomed over that of the
bathroom itself. Jeff reached his right hand down to caress the loose
material separating him from Dan's dick, and felt a huge erection.
Jeff broke the kiss, and looked down. Although he could only see an
outline of the cock, Jeff could tell that it was huge.

"You like?" Dan whispered ever so softly to keep outsiders from
hearing their intimate conversation. "Nine inches."

Instead of offering a response, Jeff kneeled down, and started to undo
the swim trunks, albeit with some difficulty. Dan, seeing Jeff
struggle a little, unfastened the garment, and pushed it down to his
ankles. Sitting in front of Jeff was a gorgeous cock, bigger than he
had ever had in his life. Not knowing what else to do or say, Jeff
decided to engulf the head of the monster, and ran his tongue up its
underside. Dan shuddered slightly, and placed one of his hands on the
back of Jeff's head.

Jeff started his descent down the long pole. About two-thirds of the
way down, Jeff had to pause. It was too big for him to swallow whole.
However, Jeff was determined to make this guy's first bathroom
experience one to remember, and he started to run his tongue along the
bottom of the dick. Eventually, he needed air, and he slowly retreated
from the cock, back up the to head where he could easily take a
breath.

When only his cock's head was in Jeff's mouth, Dan let out a sigh, and
leaned back. Jeff, taking the cue, started to work on Dan's head:
kissing it, licking it, gently teething on it, and driving Dan crazy.
Finally, Dan pulled his cock away, and he whispered into Jeff's ear,
"You need to stop, or I'll cum." Dan then stood up, and suggested that
they trade places.

Jeff gladly dropped his trunks, and sat on the cold, hard,
uncomfortable concrete seat. Soon, though, he forgot all about the
discomfort of the seat, as Dan had taken his cock into his mouth. Jeff
could only smile, and let out a sigh of relief. This was what vacation
should be like!

Dan worked his way up and down Jeff's entire cock, giving Jeff a great
blowjob, and then moved to Jeff's balls to keep him from getting too
close to cumming. Finally, Jeff couldn't take it anymore. "Wait!
Before I cum, I want you to fuck me."

"Here?!" Dan whispered back incredulously.

Jeff smiled wickedly and nodded, pulling a condom out of his backpack.
While Dan put the condom onto his huge dick, Jeff lifted his legs
above his head, and waited for Dan's entrance. When Dan was ready, he
approached Jeff's backside, and Jeff looked down. The condom didn't
even reach the base of Dan's cock. He would have to remember to buy
some larger condoms.

Jeff braced himself, and Dan started the slow entry into Jeff's
rectum. Jeff had to hold his breath and shut his eyes in order to keep
from making any noise, but soon Dan was well on his way into Jeff. The
pain soon subsided, and gave way to pure pleasure when Dan hit Jeff's
prostate. Jeff's eyes shot open, and it took all of Jeff's
concentration to keep from moaning. Dan eventually was totally inside
of Jeff, and started to rock back and forth.

Just then, they both heard a man's voice say, "Is this room occupied?"
from just outside their stall. Because Jeff couldn't bring himself to
talk without letting out a moan, he signaled to Dan to respond. Dan
quickly retorted, "Yes!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." They heard from the man, and he moved on to the next
stall. Dan smiled at Jeff, and then gave him a small kiss. Just
because they were somewhat spooked, they waited for a few more seconds
before resuming.

Dan, determined to get both of them off, started to fuck Jeff more
rapidly than before, being careful not to make much noise. Jeff was in
ecstasy. With every thrust, Dan was hitting his prostate, and sending
wave after wave of pleasure throughout Jeff's body. Pretty soon, Jeff
couldn't keep from cumming much longer. He leaned in toward Dan, and
whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

Jeff closed his eyes, grabbed his cock, and with only one stroke,
started to spew jet after jet of hot, copious semen onto both of their
chests. Afterwards, Jeff opened his eyes just in time to see Dan go
over the edge, who forced his whole cock into Jeff as he came into the
condom. Dan collapsed on top of Jeff in exhaustion, and the two sat
there kissing until Dan's cock eventually slid out of Jeff's ass.

Both were covered in sweat, and Jeff could feel warmth emanating from
Dan's body. "Shower," was all that Jeff said, and he grabbed a towel
from within his backpack. He wiped off the cum from his chest, and
wrapped the cloth around his waste. Before Jeff left to go to the
showers, Dan said, "Thanks. It was fun."

By the time Jeff got back, Dan had left the changing room, but had
left a note with a phone number on it. 'I wonder if I'll get a chance
to use this before I leave.' was all Jeff could think.

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