This is chapter 2 of my story. The story picks up after a chance encounter I had a few weeks after my high school graduation. That encounter took place with a former teacher in the restroom of a local motel lobby. Mr. Mack, my former teacher, introduced my curious young mind and body to the pleasures of male on male oral sex in that restroom.
The next 2 weeks after my encounter with Mr. Mack left me feeling pretty confused. I wasn't sure about anything. I didn't think I was gay, but I was so turned on by it it made me wonder. I was also very nervous about him telling people. I didn't realize yet that gay men can be very discreet. I had yet to return to the motel restroom because I couldn't muster up the courage.
I was feeling so many mixed emotions about everything.. I was only 18 and my understanding of sexual preferences was that you had to be gay or straight. I still liked girls. however, I would fantasize about that day in the restroom when I masturbated. It made me hard just to think about it. I could not understand in my young mind what was going on. It confused me as to why I was having these lustful thoughts for Mr. Mack, but still wanted to be with girls.
The truth was that I wanted him again. I wanted to do more with him. I wanted to feel his body against me, feel his mouth on mine, and feel his mouth on my cock. I wanted to hold his cock in my hand and suck it with my mouth. However, I was young, scared and lacked the knowledge or courage act on my desire.
I looked his name up in the phone book. This was the days before caller ID so I would call his house and listen to his answering machine. His deep velvety voice would say "Hey, this is Mack. You know what to do, so do it,"
That phrase, "you know what to," gave me so many fantasies. If he answered, I would hang up or pretend like I had the wrong number. I also found out where he lived from the phone book and I would ride past his house and imagine going inside to replay our encounter. I wanted so badly to go knock on his door but I did not have the courage.
I finally got up the nerve to go back into the motel almost two weeks after my afternoon with Mack. I was apprehensive once again as I entered through the back door by the pool and then made my way into the restroom. My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat and I was breaking out in a sweat. I opened the second door in the restroom and peeked inside. It was empty. I felt a sense of relief and I opened the stall door where Mack and I had our fun. I sat down inside the stall and began to stroke my cock as I read the writing on the wall. I noticed that there had not been many new offers of blow jobs written on the walls, but there was one new message that made my heart stop.
Scrawled on the wall, just above the toilet paper dispenser, was a message that said, "Let's do it again,. You were amazing, leave a date & time."
Excitedly, I thought to myself, "Did Mr. Mack write that?"
I got really horny thinking about Mack and if he had written that. I sat in the stall and read the other messages and played with my cock until I was pretty worked up. I was slightly startled when I heard the outer door open. I panicked a little and quickly got my shorts pulled up over my erection and exited the stall.
When I opened the stall door I was greeted by a shorter guy who looked to be in his early 40's. I quickly started to move past him but we lightly brushed against each other we passed. Our eyes met for a second and we both paused to check each other out.
He had piercing blue eyes, jet black hair and olive skin. He was only about 5'8 so I towered over him with my 6'3" frame. I noticed that his jeans were very tight and there was huge noticable bulge in his crotch. He caught me looking and he reached down and rubbed his hard, bulging cock. I was new to this, but I knew what that meant. He wanted some action, but I was not ready to be with a different man. I quickly turned and started to leave.
I was walking toward the outer door and I heard him say in an calm and inviting voice, " You in a hurry?" He paused briefly, and then added, "You don't have to leave."
I just kept on walking. I got to my vehicle and took off as fast as I could. As I pulled out of the parking lot, my mind was racing. I thought about the man with the huge bulge and then back to the message written on the wall. I wondered to myself if Mack had written it or were there some other men who were hooking up in the restroom.
The latter was certainly a plausible explanation. There was a bunch of writing on the wall and the short guy with the big cock bulge was obviously there looking for something. However, the possibility that Mr. Mack had left the message for me was what had me both excited and unsure.
When I got home that day I was more confused than ever. The message on the wall and the man I had brushed up against had my mind working overtime trying to figure out what was going on. I needed to go out and clear my head. I called my a couple of my buddies and we made some plans to go out, get drunk and get laid. We decided that we would each tell our folks that we were spending the night at each other's house. We could party all night without having to worry about a curfew. This was a trick we had perfected.
My friends and I left about 8:00 and we bought a 6-pack and some smokes. After riding around for a little while and sipping our beers we decided to hit up a local hotel bar. It was not the same place where I hooked up with Mack. It was a nicer and on the other side of town. This bar's patrons had a wide range of ages, but this night there were plenty of young females who were loose and liberated from the alcohol consumption.
It didn't take long before we were sitting at a table with a group of girls we knew from school. They were a couple of years older than us, but since they had never gone away to college they didn't mind hanging out with us. It did t take long before my friend Jacob was hooking up with Brandy, a large breasted, but air headed blonde. Derek, my other buddy, was getting in good with Joann. Joann was tall and thin with beautiful long black hair, but she had the reputation of being a cock tease.
That left me with Maggie. Maggie was a fun girl to hang out with. We had actually hooked up a few times before when she used to hang out with my older sister. She had even given me a hand job two times before, but never any intercourse. Maggie stood about 5'6 and had a nice curvy frame. She had shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, nice set of tits, and a thick bottom. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she was cute and funny. After a few drinks together I thought we might have something going on. We were definitely making a connection and going beyond harmless flirtations.
The six of us sat around drinking, laughing, flirting and even some light kissing. We decided to leave about 10:30 and made plans to meet up at the apartment the girls shared. The other two couples all left in Brandy's car and that left me and Maggie to go in mine. Maggie seemed excited about being alone together in my car. Just before we got up to leave She teasingly whispered in my ear. "Remember what we used to do when I spent the night with your big sis?"
I grinned at her, and as confidently as I could, I French kissed her and then said "I think about it all the time. Maybe tonight we can do more."
The other couples saw our kiss and Brandy said, "Uh-Oh looks like Maggie is finally gonna rob that cradle. She's wanted you for a couple of years, but your sister was always a cock blocker."
At that point, I was very hard, very horny and a little bit pissed at my sister. I was ready to have sex with a girl. I thought it would make me forget about Mack I didn't know yet how being with a girl would confuse me even more.
Maggie giggled and laughed after our kiss and turned a bit red when Brandy exposed her crush on me. I was feeling 10 feet tall and bulletproof and I was sure that I was about to lose my heterosexual virginity. Maggie and I held hands as we left the table and followed our friends out of the bar. The night seemed to be shaping up just like I thought it would.
However, as we walked to my car I realized how drunk Maggie was. She was barely able to walk on her own. I had to help her to the car and I started to think that getting laid was a long shot. She was getting sloppy. I took her to her apartment, helped her get inside and she immediately passed out on the living room sofa. The other two couples had arrived before us and were laughing and playing quarters at the table. They asked if I wanted to play, but I saw where this was going and being a fifth wheel wasn't in my plans. Joann mentioned something about Maggie not being able to hold her liquor. "Don't worry," she added, "Maggie does this all the time. She'll rebound in a little while and you'll still get lucky."
