My girlfriend and I were having a drink at a small Asian restaurant the other night when our conversation turned to the topic of homosexuality. She knew that I had no problem with gays, but that I was straight.
"They say that everyone has some kind of homosexual experience some time in their life, you know, I had a girlfriend that masturbated with me once," she said. "Did you ever have something like that?"
I told her no because I was afraid to tell her that in fact I had one gay experience. It was when I was in high school, and it was an experience that I never forgot.
I took the train to school, and one day I was using the train station's restroom and could not help but read the walls. There were all kinds of drawings, and offers of oral sex. Some of the pictures were graphic illustrations of guys fucking women doggy style. At 18 years old, this naturally led to a raging hard on. I was "taking care" of it myself, when I noticed that there was a small hole torn through the wire mesh that ran from the floor to the metal partition. And right now, there was a small index finger beckoning me through the hole.
I did not really know what to do, but my breathing was fast, and I slowly lowered myself to the floor and carefully inserted my hard cock through the hole. Wire strands forming the edge of the hole barely touched my balls, which felt strangely very pleasing. I could not believe the next feeling that I felt. My cock entered a warm, wet mouth with intense pleasure. I pressed myself against the metal wall flush, my arms rose up as high as I could, palms flat against the cold metal. I remember saying "Oh my God!" out loud before I came (almost immediately). It was my first blow job, and no woman ever gave me one that equaled it! The person on the other side quickly got up and left.
That one experience left me curious, but I had never acted on that curiosity. I guess I was lost in a trance which was broken when my girlfriend started talking about something else. I knew that our dinner order would be coming soon, so I excused myself to go to the restroom.
As I was entering, I bumped into an older man who was hurriedly closing his pants and leaving. He looked very flushed I thought as he raced past me. The bathroom was small, with one stall with a metal partition that had a urinal to the right. As I stepped to the right to approach the urinal, it felt weird because the stall "wall" formed a tight hallway leading up to the urinal. I stepped up and undid my pants. As I was just finishing, I was startled when a black haired man popped up above the stall's wall and waved a $20 bill over the top of the stall.
"Is this your $20", he asked waving the bill close the metal pipes that supplied the urinal's water supply.
