Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 20:03:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Wesleigh Collins <angelbabyboyboo21@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sexy One Nighter (gay)

Shane Roberts wasn't in the habit of checking out other men. For him, me
only merited one-word desciptions, young, old, handsome, ugly.
He didn't pay much attention beyond that.
He found himself paying attention to this man, however,---this man who
followed him from the mall into the men's room; who used the urinal next
to him; who stood
behind Shane now as he washed his hands.
Shane saw the man's reflection next to his own in the mirror above the
sink. He was an imposing figure, tall and muscular, his broad chest
straining the fabric of his black
T-shirt. His face was handsome, but his angular features, his piercing
eyes accented by arched eyebrows, and the neatly trimmed goatee framing
is mouth, made Shane think
of the devil. All the guy needed was horns and a pitchfork, Shane
thought. The man was youngShane guessed around his own age about 27 yet
his face had the intensity of someone much
older. He wasn't sure if it was the man's unwavering stare or his
resemblance to Satan that made him wary.
The man just stood there, looking at Shane looking at his own movie-star
handsome face. Or was he staring at Shane's broad shoulders? Or the
sculpted contours of his ass? Whatever he was looking
at, it made Shane nervous.
He shook the excess water from his hands and spun around to face the man
"What are you --?"
The words trailed off as Shane made eye contact with stranger. Suddenly,
he forgot the outside world. He forgot about his wife and infant son
waiting for him.  He firgot about his soul-crushing job.It was as if he
only exsted in this moment, that all time before never was and all time
after never would be.
The man's face held Shane's attention.His eyes were dark and knowing,
boring into Shane as if he could read Shane's thoughts/ It was incredibly
seductive. Shane could feel a growing excitement as he fell under the
man's spell.
 Follow me.
Shane kept his eyes locked on the stranger, his dick growing hard,
twitching uncomfrontably in his jeans. The man turned abruptly and walked
away. Shane followed to the far end of the men's room down to the last
toliet stall. Shane's cock was aching now; rock hard and drooling, making
his underwear all sticky.
The mysterious man whirledaround to face Shane. "Wait until they're gone,
then enter" Shane heard the man's voiceless command. The man nodded his
head toward the front end of the men's room.
Shane opened the stall door with trembling hands. The man sat on the
toliet, his pants undone and his hard cock out. Shane's gaze went from
the man's crotch to his eyes. "Suck me." The stranger commanded. "Suck my
cock."
Shane quickly stepped into the stall and latched the door behind him.
Immediately, he dropped his knees. The man's duck was long and thick.
Pre-cum oozed from the slit, sliding down the shaft in thin, glistening
streams. Shane ran his tongue over the head of the man's cock, tasting
his subtly sweet juices.
"Oh yeah suck me" the man whispered.
Shane guided the man's cock into his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily,
taking as much of it down his throat as he was able. His tongue traced
the raised veins on the meaty shaft, eliciting a soft groan from the
demonic atranger.
As his head bobbed between the man's legs, slurping on the man's cock in
the wild abandon, Shane reached between his legs and fumbled with the
buttons on his jeans. Freeing his dick, he began to stroke it. Shane
couldn't remember being so turned on. His cock vibrated in his fingers.
His body trembled with pleasure as he glided his hand up and down his
engorged prick.
The man began thrusting his cock deep into Shane's mouth. With his free
hand, Shane gripped the man's dick, pulling on the shaft as his tongue
flitted about the plimp crown.
Pulling his mouth away, Shane caught one final spurt of the man's jism
their stack. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. An animal-like
growl forced its the way past Shane's clenched teeth as long,
pearly-whitestreams of the cum shot from his dick, splattering the floor.
When Shane opened his eyes, he was slumped in the corner of the stall.
Hic ock hung outside his jeans, semi hard the man was gone.
There was a strange taste in his mouth: a sharp, almost metallic
flavor.He wiped his hand across his chin and inspected his fingers.
Reconizing by the memory of what he'd done.
"Oh yeah suck me"
Shane began to tremble. It couldn't be, yet obviously it had been.


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