I had to chuckle when I heard the door open behind me seconds after I had sidled up to the trough-like urinal that ran along the wall of the men's room of the bar I had been killing time in. Maybe it comes with age, but for some reason I knew that I was going to have company, and I really didn't need to look to see who my bathroom companion was.
It was the guy working back bar, not the bartender but the guy that did all the dirty work like lugging cases of beer and transporting ice, and the way he had been looking at me left no doubt as to his interest.
Like a love starved puppy, it seemed, and given the competition at the tavern attached to the motel I was staying at, it wasn't surprising. Not that I'm all that good looking, but for my age (55) I'm not all that bad. I look a little like Patrick Stewart from Star Trek, so maybe the kid was a Trekkie or something.
I knew he had to be 18 to work behind a bar, but he couldn't be much older than that. He had long curly blond hair that would look really good if he got it cut by a stylist with eyesight, and at about 6' tall he was only about 3" shorter than me, although at about 220 pounds I was easily 70 pounds heavier than the wisp of a lad who settled in at the other end of the urinal.
There was a mirror above the trough, and when I glanced at it and saw the guy staring at me I shook my head. I mean, the bathroom scene is not exactly something I was ever into even at my young friend's age, but I'll admit to giving a quick glance at another guy if he looks interesting.
This kid though, well let's just say he had a lot to learn. Standing there hiding his goodies, either because he was ashamed or just trying to hide the fact that he didn't really have to go, he was gawking at my cock like it was the seventh wonder of the world.
Hey, I'm a big guy, and my cock is proportional with the rest of me. Add in that the little game this kid was playing got me a bit aroused, and also the fact that I had given myself a couple of pulls when the door had opened, so what he was staring at was a pretty impressive package. Still and all, leering like this kid was doing is a good way to get your ass kicked if the person getting examined didn't go that way.
"In one hole and out the other," I announced as I started to try and wear a hole in the blue tablet down near the drain that was doing a lousy job of keeping the bathroom minty-fresh.
"Hew heh," the bar back chirped nervously while watching me piss away the three Captain and Cokes I had consumed.
I sighed as the kid kept staring at me, and after my stream had been reduced to a trickle, I made a big point of shaking my cock a lot more than the three times you're permitted. Finally, I just swiveled and faced the kid with my cock hanging out of the fly of my trousers.
"Looking is free, kid," I announced, hoping like hell that nobody else chose this moment to enter the bathroom and see this silliness.
The kid jumped and looked away for a second, and it occurred to me that this guy might very well have been jerking off while looking at my stuff. Despite him looking away briefly, his eyes returned to the prize.
"If you want to do more than look at it, I'm in room 7," I informed my fan before tucking away my member and washing up.
***
Back at the bar, I settled back into my chair and the bar and ordered another drink. My fan club came out of the bathroom and went back to work without the bartender noticing him, and after the barkeep delivered my drink he went back to the other end of the bar, where he went back to debating some black dude about the merits of a horse running at Aqueduct the next day.
Approaching me like I was radioactive, my young friend acted like he was delivering state secrets as he tried to act like he wasn't really coming over to talk.
"Um - I get out at midnight," he mumbled, glancing at the clock that read 10:45 and then at his boss.
"Room 7," I said with a nod as I squinted to read the little gold name badge he wore. "Kevin."
He nodded briskly, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down fast before slithering away as subtly as he had arrived. I finished my drink and threw some bills at the bar before heading to my room, where a shower awaited.
***
After a refreshing shower I dried off and looked over my body in the bathroom mirror, which along with the bright lights showed off the results of living 55 years. My bald skull shined under the fluorescent after I buffed it with the towel while I hummed some old Bee Gees song.
I think that the kid was responsible for that, since he seemed to resemble one of the Bee Gees circa 1965. I was ten years old in 1965, and the kid who was hopefully going to show up soon not only wasn't born then, his parents probably weren't either.
I grabbed another of the dreadfully small and thin bath towels and tried to dry the salt and pepper mat of hair that covered my chest. Considering how hairy the rest of me was, it was cruel that I had gone bald so rapidly that I had finally given up a few years ago and kept my skull smooth from then on.
The fur hid the fact that I had begun to get just a tiny bit of a belly on me, and when I looked down I decided to do a little gardening down below. With a great deal of caution, I removed the hair around the base of my cock. It wasn't like the kid's mouth was going to get down that far, but it did make for a more impressive visual effect when there was no fur hiding any of it.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door. Since it was only 11:30, I covered myself up as best I could and went to peek through the peephole to see who it was.
"Hello Kevin," I said as I swung the door open and let my young friend in. "You're early."
"Uh - it was quiet so they let me out," Kevin said, still acting all fidgety and spastic as he walked past me.
Kevin said something that was so mumbled and stutter-filled that I had no idea what he had said, but I loved the way I was staring at my still damp body, naked except for the precariously knotted towel I had wrapped around my midsection.
"It did seem a bit quiet in there," I opined. "Is that what it is always like in Syracuse on Friday nights?"
"Um - Manlius," Kevin said, correctly noting that we were just outside of Syracuse. "Kinda."
"Would you like a drink?" I said, offering the young man a brew out of the ice bucket that was serving as a little cooler.
"Can I?" Kevin asked, and I tossed him a Bud which he managed to catch.
"You are 18, right?" I asked.
"18? No," Kevin said, and I almost dropped a load when he said that.
"You aren't 18?" I almost screamed, preparing to throw him out the door on his ass.
"No, I'm 19. Gonna be 20 next week," Kevin said, and it would have been funny if he was trying to be humorous instead of just being - Kevin I guess.
"Don't do that to me," I said with a laugh. "Happy birthday in advance if I don't see you."
"Thanks," Kevin said, and promptly downed about half the can in one swallow. "Drinking age is 21."
"Shit. I forgot. It was 18 back in my day," I said, and while I was tempted to take the brew away from him, I figured that he was entitled.