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

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                 "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*