[Jason:]
It started by accident. Honest.
Close to midnight I was driving home from an out of town trip. I'd had too much coffee on the road and really needed a toilet. At the edge of town I pulled off the highway and into a bar's parking lot. The place looked rough and badly lit but I didn't pay much attention. I really needed to piss. I went through the front door and quickly scanned the place, noticing that it was full of men, some seated along the long bar with a mirror behind it, some on the big dance floor, some in darker booths along the far wall. I sort-of registered that there were only men in the bar, but I was mostly relieved to spot the "Restroom" sign in the back and made a beeline for it.
I entered the restroom already unzipping my pants, passing a big black guy leaning against the wall by the sinks for some reason, and went directly to a urinal. I pulled out my penis and began to piss. The relief was so intense it was almost sweet.
As my pressure eased, I noticed strange sounds coming from the stall right beside me--something like liquid slurpings and low groaning, followed by murmurs of encouragement and a long moan.
Was someone having sex in there? Even as the question formed in my mind I knew what I was hearing,
I was almost finished at the urinal, but as I realized what I was hearing the sensation of my bladder easing was replaced by the sensation of my cock swelling.
I paused. I could tuck my penis away, turn to a sink and wash my hands, and leave.
But I felt a reluctance to move and stood there immobile, my head cocked slightly toward the stall beside me, my ears straining for more sounds.
Suddenly the big guy who had been leaning against the wall was at the urinal next to mine. I glanced over as he was taking his own penis out. Some impulse of curiosity took over for a moment, and I quickly looked down at it. Just as quickly I looked away, but not before getting a sense of something substantial there.
The guy leaned toward me, his head and shoulders coming into my space, his voice quiet like we were sharing a secret as he said, "You know what you're hearing?"
I did, but I shook my head No.
"That's a guy getting his cock sucked."
I knew it had to be something like that, but the crudeness of his words made my penis swell a little more. My mind made a connection, as I realized that this seemed to be a men-only bar, which meant that it probably wasn't a woman doing the sucking.
The black guy eased away from the urinal and walked over to the stall, not bothering to tuck his cock back into his pants.
"Come over here and look." He pulled open the stall door and looked inside. My curiosity got the better of me. I looked around the edge of stall's partition to see a well-built man in a tight t-shirt standing there with his jeans around his ankles. Another man in a dress shirt was on his knees before him, his head bobbing up and down on the man's cock. The sucking man's wavy brown hair curled and shimmered over the crisp collar of his shirt, but his clean white shirt had acquired a dirty smudge along the back. I wondered what condition his dress pants would be in after kneeling on this not-too-clean bathroom floor.
I'd never seen a man actually getting his cock sucked by another man, though phantom images had occasionally floated through my mind.
The guy getting the blowjob looked up and smiled at me, his eyes filled with pleasure and mine with shock. The man sucking kept up his pace, unaware that we were watching until the guy put his hands on the sides of his head to stop him and said, "Look behind you, cocksucker. We have an audience." The guy on his knees reluctantly let the hard cock slip away from his mouth, looked over his shoulder to see us watching and gave a moan.
I had the impression of a handsome face with saliva- and precum-smeared lips, before the face was again buried in the standing guy's groin.
It was shocking and somehow embarrassing to see two men having sex--but I also couldn't stop looking. Such a private act, I thought, but in this semi-public place.
The black man beside me said, "Which guy do you want to be?"
I didn't reply, and I felt my face redden and my neck flush.
"Oh come on," he said. "It turns you on. You can't stop looking."
"Yes, I can," I said. "And I don't want to be either."
"Ha," he laughed, "that's a big fat lie. I can see the way your pants are tented out."
I moved a hand over my crotch to hide the evidence.
"Let me guess--I'll bet you're a cocksucker too. I saw how you licked your lips just now. A sure sign. You want to be the guy kneeling between those legs."
My face reddened more, and I closed my mouth, to prevent it from betraying me further.
He looked me up and down. "You're not from this part of town, not with those clothes. But now that you're here, you'd go right down on this bathroom floor and let a guy use your mouth, wouldn't you?"
The thought was shocking to me.
"Do you want help out giving the blowjob? Get your face down in there too? A fine pair of cocksuckers you two would make, good-looking guys like you."
"No," I said hastily, but I felt like I was radiating heat and my clothes felt too tight for my body.
"Or are you greedy and want that cock just for you? Not that he'd share. He wants all that sperm for himself."
It was hard to believe the words I was hearing, and even harder to believe how much I liked them. A dark liking. A urinal, a strange man hanging around, a stall with two men having sex, and being told words like cock, suck, and sperm.
"Or maybe you'd rather have a juicy black dick. Like mine." He squeezed the shaft of his cock, which was hanging impressively outside his pants, watching my face to see my reaction. Again my eyes betrayed me and glanced down at the bulging, purplish-black head, so different from my pinkish-tan one. Even worse, I found myself staring at it, and had to stifle an impulse to lick my lips.
Where the hell were these feelings coming from?
"I thought so," he chuckled. "A real cocksucker."
"You'd be surprised," he continued, placing his hand on my shoulder, "at some of the things that go on here. Most of the action is out there"--he jerked his thumb in the direction of the main bar--"guys meeting and taking each other home." After a pause. "Or doing stuff out in the parking lot when they can't wait."
He looked down again at the guy on his knees. "But sometimes we get a hot one. Some guy who is so turned on and desperate that he needs to do it right here in the restroom."
He gestured at the handsome man on his knees. "Like this guy. Every month or so he comes here. He likes to suck men off, a different man each time."
