Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 02:20:27 +0000
From: Fred Guerra <fguerra@mail.utexas.edu>
Subject: A Warm Holiday

I had been working during the Christmas holidays and decided to leave for
home early. The day was nice for late December--typical for the Austin,
Texas area. As I drove through the UT campus I noticed a very handsome
young man in the car next to me while we were stopped at the traffic
signal. I drive a Jeep Wrangler which sits high enough off of the road to
allow me to sneak peeks into the cars next to me ... a real treat in the
summertime. I saw that the the young guy was either scratching or
rearranging his crotch. "Probably doesn't realize that I can see into his
car," I thought. As my good luck would have it, though, we stopped
alongside each other at the next light a block away, and he was still
moving around down there. This time, the fellow looked over at me. I was
immediately embarrassed, thinking that I'd been caught seeing something I
shouldn't have. But he kept right on with his hand moving through his
jeans. As we continued on down the road I made my turn. I noticed that he
was glanced back over his shoulder as I turned. When I finally made it to
the next light I saw that my new friend was already there, waiting for
me. I followed him as he drove into campus. He parked. I parked. My vinyl
window was down, and I tried to pretend I was reading the local music
magazine. Each time I looked up, however, I could see that he was looking
at me from inside of his car, parked only a few yards away. He had one of
those looks that made me think he was about to ask me a question.

So there we were, in a UT dorm parking lot, in broad daylight, trying to
get the nerve up to do something. I began to pull out of the lot from pure
frustation of not knowing what to do. I figured that he was interested
enough to follow me back to my apartment. I live alone, and that would be a
convenient solution. I was afraid, though, that I would lose him on the
highway drive to my place. I got my nerve up and drove down farther into
campus to a building I had once taken a class in. I knew the layout of the
place, and, since there were no classes being held, I felt confident that
the place would be deserted.

My friend drove behind me and watched me as I got out of my Jeep and
entered the dark hallway of the building. Behind me I could hear the
outside door open, followed by the sound of his footsteps. I walked into
the old, marble restroom and stood nervously at the center urinal
(strategic placement, I reasoned). Sure enough, the young lad walked in and
took his place at the far end. As I glanced over I noticed that he was
sporting a beautiful woodie. Again, he gave me that look of question.

Without so much as a word I walked over to the guy and took his penis into
my hand, then I knelt down and pulled it into my mouth. It was long and
wide and smelled like he had just showered.

A noise startled us. "My luck," I thought to myself. But no, noone
appeared. So the boy took a couple of steps backward to a spot just past
the last stone stall. These old university bathrooms had large, frosted
windows, and there was an empty place which was used to store mop buckets
and cleaning supplies in years past between the last stall and the wall of
white glass.

I looked over at the young man as he pulled his jeans down. He was without
underwear and shod in classic college Birkenstocks. His chest was covered
by a loose-fitting cable knit sweater. He looked like a child, his streaked
brown hair in full waves and curls surrounding his face.

I resumed my position in front of him and reached my left hand around his
balls so I could guide into my throat. The smell of his dick was
overwhelming. There was nothing else I could smell, nothing else I could
taste. I felt like the vampire Lestat, feeding on this young man's body and
its fluids.

His wide dick began to grow harder in my mouth. As much as I wanted to
continue sucking on the flesh, I also wanted to taste the fruit of my
victory. He crashed his young hips into my face, spilling every drop of his
semen onto my tongue. It tasted so good I didn't want to swallow it. But
swallow it I did.

He was still shuddering as I stood up and turned to the mirror to
straighten myself up. I saw his reflection; he still wore his jeans around
his ankles where I'd left them.

I winked at the stranger and walked out down the dark and quiet hall. I
climbed up into my Jeep, not fully believing that this had just happened.

About the time that I started my Jeep and began to put it into gear my
fellow crossed in front of me and sat down inside his car. He smiled and
waved at me as we drove off in opposite directions.

I never spoke to him, never learned his name. That might have ruined it.