Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 22:53:33 EST
From: Daspnkr@aol.com
Subject: Greyhound Men's Room Trick

This story depicts sexual acts between consenting adult males that some may
find offensive.  Those under the legal age in their jurisdiction should not
read this story.  Unlike my previous efforts, this is work of fiction.  I wish
it were not.  As always, I welcome feedback from readers.  Enjoy! 


The first thing I noticed about the dilapidated Greyhound bus terminal in
downtown Cleveland was the smell.  I was not having a good day, and the fact
that this dump truly stunk was not making it any better.  Added to that was
that the bad neighborhood compelled me to park my new car in a pay lot, I was
running late to meet my friend's bus, and I was busting to take a crap.  
Walking to the arrival schedule, I saw Dave's bus was going to be about a half
hour late.  "Enough time to take a crap," I thought, and headed toward the
long stairway to the men's room. 
Strolling into the run down men's room, I noticed that there were no doors on
the stalls.  "Great," I thought, "open crapping."  The first several toilets
were either missing seats or filthy beyond redemption.  Finally, the second to
last toilet was relatively clean, had a seat, and generally looked habitable.
The only problem was, there was no partition between my crapper & the last
one, so I was totally exposed to anyone who might come in.  But at that point,
I didn't care, because the call of nature was urgent.
I dropped my pants, had a seat and was just beginning to feel relief from my
bowels when I heard approaching footsteps.  By the cadence of the footsteps I
knew that this was not some old pervert coming in to cruise the place.  The
stranger was not heading toward the urinals, but toward me.  "Who is it?", I
silently mused.  "A mugger wanting to rip me off while I'm at my most
vulnerable, a cop coming to arrest me for taking a crap in the open (it has
happened in Cleveland), who could be disturbing my private time now?"  Then,
my eyes riveted downward, I saw his black work boots and worn scuffed jeans as
he walked right in front of me, carrying a backpack and a guitar case.
Looking up, I noticed his powerful legs driving his rugged stride, his
pronounced, rounded basket, and as he passed, his jutting bubble butt.  Above
that, he was wearing a black leather jacket--the kind that zips up to the
side.  As he set down his guitar and suitcase, his back to me, I looked
directly at him, and saw the patterned navy blue bandana atop his head, and
-the long, chestnut brown ponytail running a third of the way down his back.
Then he turned around, shuffled up to the toilet directly to my right and
began to unbutton his fly.
While my heart pounded away, he turned around, dropped his trousers and had a
seat on the next toilet.
"Hey," he grunted as he settled into the seat.
"Uh, hey," I responded, nearly silently.
An uncomfortable pause.
"Man this place is a dump," he observed.
"My thought exactly," I agreed.
An awkward silence followed, then he made a small grunt as he began to crap.
He put his right hand between his legs, doubtless too keep his dick from
popping up.
"Just get in town?" I asked.
"Yeah man, just got in from Albuquerque.  Been stuck on that fuckin' bus for
three days."
"Man, that sucks," I commiserated.
"Yup."  The sexy stranger lit a cigarette and took a long drag.  "What's your
name?"
"Jim," I replied, surprised at myself for telling him my real name.
"Hey Jim, I'm Tony," he said, removing his hand from his dick & extending it
to me.  I removed my hand from my rapidly expanding hard on & clasped his
outstretched hand.  It was warm & moist.  Two guys, sitting on two toilets,
shaking hands while they each took a dump.
Tony moaned sensually.  "Man that feels good, I must have lost ten pounds."
I was really getting into this. "Well, I got ya beat, cause I'm still losing
at least fifteen."
He laughed, almost inaudibly.
I finished, feeling relaxation spread through my abdomen, and reached to my
left for the toilet paper. 
 Tony looked to the bare wall on his right, then over toward me.  "Fuck man, I
don't have any shit paper, can you hand me some?"
"Sure bud," I tore some off & handed it to him.
I felt his eyes on me, as I leaned to my left, reached behind & wiped my dirty
ass. I glanced over at him as he leaned over to his right, going over his own
beautiful hairy butt.  I could see it all, and I saw that he knew I was
looking at him, and he didn't mind.  He folded the paper again, glancing at
his stain, and wiped again. I was totally, almost painfully hard by now.
Grabbing more paper, I leaned farther to my left so he could see better,
reached behind, and did the wipe again.  Looking straight into his eyes, I
slyly smiled at him as he watched me attend to my most private part.  His
right hand was rhythmically moving over his dick, he was as into this as I
was.  
"Jim, Could you hand me another piece of shit paper?"
I knew what I had to do, it was make or break time.  
"Man, you use a lot of toilet paper.  Didn't your dad teach you how to wipe
properly?"
Tony laughed out loud, "I just wanna make sure I'm clean."
I grabbed the paper, folded it, and went for broke, "Well, maybe I should do
it for you."
He looked at me in astonishment, and challenged me, "Yeah?  You wanna do it?"
"Yeah Tony, let me clean your ass for you."
Tony dropped his cigarette to the floor and rubbed it out with his boot.  He
leaned far over to his right, lifting his left asscheek off of the pot.  "Do
it."   
I slowly grabbed more toilet paper.  Remaining seated, I turned ninety degrees
to my right, and leaned in toward him.  Placing my left hand on his left thigh
for leverage, I reached under with my right hand and began methodically wiping
his butt, first around the hole, then going for my target, pushing the paper
past the ring into his shit tunnel.  "Mmmmm, don't stop, that feels so good."
Looking down at his lap I could see that he had freed his dick, which was
bouncing up & down with his rapid pulse.  By the intensity of his response I
knew he had never been anally stimulated before.  Pulling the toilet paper
out, I slowly inserted my bare middle finger into his hot hole.  He put his
left arm around my shoulder, turned his face to mine, and brushed his lips
against mine.  I barely heard the needful moaning deep in his throat. As the
moaning turned into panting, Tony thrust forward, pulling my finger from his
hole.  Stroking himself wildly, he looked straight up into the flickering
fluorescent lights, his face red and transfixed.  
I resisted the urge to masturbate, concentrating on his orgasm.  Running my
right hand along the back of his neck, my left hand reached under his
tightening balls and located his moist hole.  As I worked middle finger back
into his no longer virgin cherry, he began rhythmically wheezing, "Oh God,
this is it!"  Looking down, I saw come erupting from his purple dickhead,
flying without discretion onto the toilet seat, his jeans, boots, and pubic
bush.  I had never seen a load that big before.  Trembling from exhaustion &
spent energy, Tony was a mess, and now it was my turn.  Leaning back in my
seat, I ran my right hand over my pole, Tony's shaking hands doing the same to
me as I had done to him.  Feeling his thick long finger snake its' way into my
ass sent a shock wave through my body. Slowly, I brought my left hand up to my
nose and inhaled Tony's private stink.  It was indescribably erotic, but the
scent was no longer enough to satisfy me.  I had to taste all of Tony, even
the forbidden part.  Slowly, I licked my middle finger, teasing myself with
the taste of the inside of his ass.  But even that was not enough.  Jamming my
finger into my mouth, I dug under my finger nail with my tongue.  Watching
what I had done, Tony pulled his finger from my ass, sniffed it, and put it in
his mouth, sucking on it & moaning.  I could no longer deny it to myself, I
was tasting another man's shit, and he was tasting mine.  Tony would not deny
it either, looking into my eyes with total understanding.  Putting his hand on
the back of my neck, he pulled my into the deepest kiss I had ever
experienced.  We seemed to reach all the way into each others bodies.  Our
tongues mixed the scents that our fingers had left, and I knew what I had to
do.  Motioning for Tony to stand up, I pulled his ass toward my face.  He knew
what I wanted, and pulled his asscheeks apart, lowering his ass onto my mouth.
I dispensed with the preliminaries, jamming my tongue directly into his not
yet clean asshole.  It was hot, fresh, and irresistible.  This final
rebellious act sent me over the edge, and I came with far more force than I
ever thought possible.  
Exhausted, spent and trembling, I had to catch my breath for a moment before I
could even summon the strength to clean myself off.  By then, Tony had cleaned
up and was pulling his jeans on. 
"How long are you in Cleveland?" I asked.
"Five days," he quietly replied, looking into his backpack.
"Any chance I could see you again, preferably somewhere more intimate?"
Tony pulled two treasures out of his backpack--backstage passes--and pressed
them into my hand.  "Yeah, you're gonna see me at the concert tomorrow night
at Nautica."
"I will definitely be there."
"See you there then," and with a wink Tony was off.  
Catching my breath, it finally occurred to me that I was at the bus station
for a reason.  Checking my watch, I realized that I was late, and for all I
knew, Dave could have arrived already.  
Wiping the drying come off my body and clothes, I scrambled to pull my clothes
on and took a quick peek at the cracked mirror to see if I was presentable.
Just barely acceptable, was the mirror's verdict.  
Running down the stairs, I saw that people were filing in from Dave's bus.
Just as I arrived at the gate, wheezing & puffing, Dave exited the bus.  He
looked sweet and angelic as always.  We greeted each other with a brotherly
bear hug.  
"Have a decent trip?"
"Oh man, it was terrible.  The ride was bumpy as hell, this dude behind me
kept singing out of tune with his Walkman, and the bathroom on the bus wasn't
working.  Next time I'm flying."  
"Well, my car has a smoother ride, and you can listen to whatever you want on
my radio."
This made Dave happy.  "Glad to hear it, but first, I really gotta take a
dump.  Where's the bathroom?"
"Right up that large stairway & through the door."
"Thanks, Jim.  I'll be right back."
"OK, my friend, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
As he headed for the men's room, Dave looked back and gave me a knowing grin.