Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 22:06:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: L M <l121happy@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The Old Northgate Mens Room

The Old Northgate Men's Room

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This is a true story.  I used to travel around the state for a job that
soon evaporated.  During that time I would spend three weeks at each field
office for the agency I worked for.  You'd fort up in a cheap low class
motel for three weeks at a time.  The rooms were so seedy that at times it
felt better to sleep on the floor then try to use the worn out beds, you
didn't get fresh linens or towels and they'd leave porn magazines with
cards to call hookers in the drawers.

The walls were paper thin and you could hear much of went on in the
adjoining rooms.  For example one night this couple was making love hard
enough that it was thumping the wall, the rhythm and screams increased to a
predictable climax and then stopped.  The couple got into a loud argument,
he was trying to get her to admit it was the best sex she had ever had.
She denied it, saying it was good but not the best ever.  I have no idea
why it mattered to either of them.  It was another orgasm of a different
sort, the argument built and built till there was a loud slap and she began
crying.  Then it died down again.  This entire ruckus made me decide to
find other things to do.  I was making very little money and was spending a
lot for the room which I would be reimbursed for and it was hard.



When times are stressful I can pretend to shop and get relief or I can have
sex and get relief.  I had no partners available so I was shopping at the
Northgate Mall.  I had looked through the stores and needed to use the
bathroom.  It took a while to find and was very busy.  I needed to sit down
and all the stalls were busy.  I waited and watched.  There was a lot of
flushing and I could hear toe tapping and sliding of legs on the floor.


I had experienced under stall sex and found it very exciting.  After a
while someone finally left and I was in the back stall.  I sat down and
leaned way down forward for a look up the line of stalls.  Like I said they
were full and the feet were tapping.  I saw heads looking down from the
other end as well.

It is hard to make sense out of details when you are looking upside down.
The shoe next to me was tapping, so I tapped back.  I am very shy in a
public situation like this but a hand shot under with a note.  It said;
follow me for sex.  I wrote back, okay, thinking what the heck.  This was
about thirty years ago and safe sex was not a big focus at that time.  Now
I'd be more careful, with condoms and questions but back then it was the
big unknown.

I followed the guy out to his car.  He invited me to have sex with him in
his home which was nearby.  I drove my car and followed him.  When we
arrived we went downstairs to what looked like the rumpus room with his bed
on the far side and he began to remove his clothes.  He was in his
mid-twenties, was at least six feet two in height,good looking and slender.
He had kind of a swimmers build, not much body hair, but long fine brownish
hair up top.  His seven inch or so dick was hard and already twitching with
excitement.  His balls were quite small, almost tucked up into the base of
his dick.

I have a fairly average dick.  I have big balls and moderate hair. My dick
is circumcised as his was.  He dropped down and began giving me an awesome
blowjob.  When I get this initially I think what am I going to have to do.
In this case it was no different, except he flipped onto his belly, lubed
himself in his ass with petroleum jelly (old school!) and cheerfully asked
me to "put it in".  My dick was throbbing and jumped with anticipation.  I
felt he was from Scandinavian background, with him just lying there I
climbed aboard and began rubbing his crack with my dick.  He had extremely
long legs which I took hold of like the handlebars of a motorcycle to
steady up on.  He was moaning and it just kept getting me hotter and
hotter.  He had his hands back spreading his cheeks, my dick was pressing
close like a dog in heat and I was trying to find that certain spot.  He
reached through and with a direct move put me up inside him.

Initially I spooned up inside him and I hugged him and smelled his hair.
Guy's hair has a masculine smell like straw at times.  I find it exciting
and sliding my hands down his back I felt his ass.  Guy's asses are usually
smaller then women's and I always marvel at their small size. You'll find
me measuring with my hands, palm to palm, asses are a study for me I
kneaded his cheeks and they were that perfect small size that gets me
freaky.


My dick was now up inside him like a boat hook.  He was thrusting his hips
against me softly so I began to thrust back.  He moaned more and pushed
back firmly.  I moved inside his back thrust and stayed in place; that
moved me deeper and deeper inside him.  Each time I went further he
shivered.  I murmured, "you're gorgeous".  He was not forming words but his
throb of deep satisfaction from his hips told me he was craving what I had
to give.

Guys like this are few and far between.  The moments you find with them
should be banked like a savings account for the other times when they're
not so good looking, they're not so quick to share and it is all work.

In this instance he was charging me through my dick with a joyous energy of
two guys pulling together.  It can be beautiful when done like this.  It
feels like it would be if you rode a motorcycle with no clothes on, just
the two of you with the dynamics of man sex as the motorcycles roaring
power. You cling together, sometimes this happens, but more often than not
one screws it up by saying, "this hurts" or "I've got to get cleaned up for
work"; why are guys always trying to double track their thoughts?  These
distractions always destroy the moment. Another little bitch, what would be
wrong with shutting both cell phones off till your freaking finished?  But
I digress.

When the two of you can stay together though; the ride can be pure
pleasure.  This was one of those moments.  I didn't know the name of the
guy I was riding with but it didn't matter because he had me. Round the
bend and up the valley we went, faster and faster, my dick was throbbing
and I have to admit I got lost in the turns.  I exploded, blew a white tire
of cum, wobbled off to the side of the road of love and collapsed into a
wrecked heap.

As he turned over I could see that his dick had left a skid of a wet spot
on the bed.  I drew him close to me.


I pulled down with my mouth and sucked him back to an erection. My finger
was just inside his love canal and I made the statement of sharing rather
than playing amateur proctologist on him.  He was still warm and full of me
which made him slick.  It didn't take long, I rubbed his nipples which were
small and erect with my free hand.  I licked him all the way to his pubes;
while holding there and pressing with my tongue he exploded his load like a
burst fire hose.

I flipped him over again and held him in my arms and spent some time
touching his tiny belly.  Although he was taller than me he was content to
be cuddled.  After some time we separated, stumbled through the usual
awkwardness of mixed clothing, his neatly stacked, mine inside out, upside
down and under the bed as well.  He thanked me, led me to the door and sent
me back to my hell-hole dive of a cheap motel room.


I went back to the Northgate Mall a few months ago.  I looked for the old
restroom and it is completely gone.  It has moved to the other end of the
mall near the Food Court.  Going in it had now turned into a busy open
place.

In this era of Craigslist, Adam4Adam, Gay.com I guess it is a thing of the
past but for me it makes me smile and remember the tall guy with the long
handlebar legs and the ride we took together.