Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:38:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Maiyeko Singi <m.singi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Union Station

Union Station
By Maiyeko Singi

I remember the sound of luggage rolling across
concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time
frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole
that parting glance and tasted the air through which
he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He
said something, or hinted at something perhaps but
only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that
can be bought between men. In the past it went
unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now.
A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be
savored that way. The ring on his finger said leave
it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned.

People all around grabbed their belongings and
scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile.
Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills
cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed
at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at
something -- that same girl he'd sat next to on the
train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard.
It wasn't my business, but I kept wondering.

A friend had been generous enough to offer me his
spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in
Chocolate City. There had always been something about
the air in Washington that allowed the little head to
take control of all higher functions. It was evident
in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting
together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I
thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn't cross, but
the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told
myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I
wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my
thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double
meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking -
clog thy willie? Me thinks not! Instant Chinese wasn't
much better, but it wasn't as bad as the burger and
fries.

The food court on the second floor proved interesting.
I found a spot advantageous to people watching with
all the gender bias I could put into the art. The
"obvious" twenty somethings were wearing their jeans
teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around
the waist - the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot
the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there
just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught
me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42,
perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I
wondered if I'd be telling myself that ten years from
that moment. It didn't matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the
bathroom to see who was going in, how long they
stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic
around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout
of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved
to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing
off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down
escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a
luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in
and out of the men's room. Not a lot of traffic
between arrivals and departures, and the entryway
provided plenty warning.

Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a
familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending
not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back
and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or
so I thought, was saying something about the time.
Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids.
Crowded. Love. Concert. wonderful friend. A lot of
cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped
listening.

Shortly after they went to the seating area where he
left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed
toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I
figured he was involved in some serious number two or
waiting. "Can I help you find anything?" His wife was
an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his
junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

"Sir?" I hadn't noticed the sales clerk speaking to
me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled
graciously and put back the magazine.

"No thank you. I was just browsing." I left the store
and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I
slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak
up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door.
He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to
his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by
the sink next to his and he turned to see who had
walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over.

With practice you can check out a guys cock without
him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to
do in that department. When I saw his head angling for
my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a
half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed,
shifted then fumbled for his zipper. "So where are you
headed" I asked, which threw him a bit and he just
sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing
whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

"Um. Actually a business trip" New York or some place
East. I didn't really care what his answer had been. I
just wanted to get my rise and get out.

"Business trip. With your wife?"

"She's not my wife" he started but then trailed off. I
looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as
if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he
was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not
the Misses.

"No need to explain" I said and started to piss. On
que my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a
trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a
little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had
started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I
was already crossing the imaginary line I'd drawn
earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He
slyly started stroking his cock and turned without
shame to stare at me and did something I hadn't
expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat
and pulled me to him.

The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully
erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His
hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop
him our mouths came together. I didn't really want to
stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could
smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and
penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft
pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened
in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop
before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to
pull away. "Wait" he begged. His voice was a tremble.
A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He
jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I
liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it
stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my
pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the
time I'd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and
quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the
next step. "I'm Jason" he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. I'd seen what I
came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no
longer safe. `I could get arrested' was drowned out by
the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the
sweetest thing I'd felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I
froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the
thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little,
and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of
his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down
the drain.

Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed
against his belly. I wasn't certain if that was its
natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting
his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool
feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to
shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my
body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to
shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there
felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had
increased to some rhythm with origins in some
primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut,
I hoped he'd swallow.

He looked as though he'd do anything to please me.
"Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don't you
Jason?" I goaded him and he responded that he'd take
all I had to give. "You don't get much dick from your
girl" I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in
his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my
fly and started to bath me with his tongue. "You
deserve some cock in your life don't you boy! You need
some cock Jason. Is that what you want?" He looked at
me and begged.

"Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is
all." I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and
the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I
dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye
leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to
reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the
pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass
served as the map to what I might find. My index
finger and its closest friend found joy in the
thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final
stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor,
his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in.
"Yes" was what I heard and then a final click, someone
was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three
quick times in secession before I removed it from his
puckered hole.

He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and
shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face.
Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal
as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart
was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, my balls not
cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing
cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The
proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through
the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and
headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking
his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that
neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls
stopped behind us and changed direction where he
parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard
uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was
going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look.

There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw
Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three,
too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain.
Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane
track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily
slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy
next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly
became the outward heterosexual on a business trip
with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt,
started to say something but didn't and was gone
before his jizz had even settled.

After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to
me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin
forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I
returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag
and left him in the echoes of my footsteps.

Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt
the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota
rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag
and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. "You
haven't been waiting too long I hope."

"Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm starved" I told him. "Let's go to that little
place you like. What was the name of it?"

"Cafe Asia."

"That's it. For some reason I'm craving Pan Asian."

I always did have a big appetite.



Copyright 2006 Maiyeko
Email: m.singi@yahoo.com