- The Accommodating Blonde
I was travelling regularly to Washington DC in the 1970s. I soon learned about some of the gay bars there and visited several of them. One of my favorites was located in an upscale hotel. The hotel itself was quite cruisy, and late in the evening the lobby was frequented by several well-dressed men looking for love. Contact was discreet and would not be obvious to the casual observer. In fact, I only noticed what was going on after it was pointed out to me by a gay friend. I never participated in that type of casual pick-up, although I liked to observe the scene. The bar, however was another matter. My natural reserve was relaxed on several occasions after spending cocktail hour at the bar.
Although no overt sexual activity occurred at the bar, much eye contact and discreet meeting arrangements were arranged there. A favorite rendezvous place for gay patrons on the make was the men's room a short walk down a hallway from the bar.
On one occasion I stopped by after dinner for a drink and had been at the bar for more than an hour, watching the cruising going on around me. Of particular interest was a young handsome blond guy with a gaily colored Hawaiian type shirt, with several buttons opened exposing a muscular hairless chest. His demeanor early on was proper, almost reserved, as he made quiet conversation with those standing and sitting nearby. Later on as he got shitfaced drunk, his actions became bolder, adjusting his ample crotch bulge for example, and running his hand across his chest to lightly touch a nipple. I was mesmerized by his beauty and spoke with him a few times as topics came up to which I could contribute . He held court, entertaining several of the men around him, gracing this one with a smile, brushing that one's arm, sharing a dirty joke with several listeners. I entertained no hope of having sex with this god who was clearly out of my league, but enjoyed flirting with him anyway.
In a while an older guy came into the bar who I knew from a previous visit. He was from Chicago and we had gone to a gay bar together several months earlier. At that time we had enjoyed some mild sexual touching, in the taxicab and later in the club. There wasn't a strong attraction on either side but we got along well and were becoming friends. Now, tonight, my friend from Chicago, Roy, started to tease me with dirty talk which succeeded in making me hot.
Roy drifted away after a bit, and I continued listening to the bar talk. In a while, I felt the need to take a leak. Sauntering into the men's room, feeling relaxed and more than a little high, I noticed that there was no one at the urinals but two adjoining stalls were occupied. As I pissed, I heard one door open, but there was no rustle of paper or other activity to indicate that the occupant was leaving. I waited him out. I stood at the urinal for quite a long time after I finished pissing, slowing jerking off. My cock was now hard as wood and it felt good to slowly tease myself with very slow masturbatory movements. Emboldened by the thought that the stall occupant was watching me, I decided to turn around and look. Sticking my cock into my fly, I turned around as though I was leaving, and was treated to the sight of the gorgeous young blond guy from the bar, now sitting on the toilet bowl in the stall directly behind where I stood. He was holding the door half ajar with one hand, and jerking himself off with the other. He now bore little resemblance to the clean cut collegiate type who had entered the bar a couple of hours earlier. His hair fell damply over his forehead, his eyes were bleary, and his Hawaiian shirt, wet with perspiration and wrinkled, hung asymmetrically on his now almost completely nude torso. I drank in the sight for a moment of two, and turned back to the urinal. Removing my dick once more from my trousers, I continued jerking off with the image of the scene I had just witnessed in mind.
A few minutes passed. The blond was now noisily masturbating with grunts. I spun around and faced him with my cock fully erect. He sighed a loud complementary sigh, followed by an exclamation of lust and delight, like, "Oooooh."
This clear sex moan served as a cue for the stall door next to the blond's to open, and who should emerge but my pal, Roy. Cock in hand, Roy strode out with a big shiteaten grin on his face and headed toward the blond's stall next door. He bade me to join them. Now remember this is a public men's room in an expensive hotel, not a sex club or gay bar toilet. Some politician or businessman in need of a leak could enter at any moment. But since there were two doors with a little foyer between them, that served as a warning that someone was entering, and since I was delirious with lust, I accepted the invitation.
By the time I got to the blond college guy's stall, Roy had stuffed his dick into the guy's mouth. He explained that I had interrupted a blowjob when I entered a while back. I observed the suck scene for several moments. The young guy was slobbering noisily on Roy's dick, his eyes half closed, and his hand pinching his own nipple. I brought Roy's hand to my cock, so that he could masturbate me as I watched. Roy sighed resignedly. He prided himself on being a macho top man, and didn't really like to be put in a passive role, even if it just involved giving a buddy a handjob. But he moved his hand dutifully on my dick as he continued to get blown.
After a few minutes of blondie sucking Roy and Roy jerking me off, Roy withdraws his cock from blondie's mouth and places mine in it's place. Blondie hardly misses a beat. I look down, scarcely believing that this super-handsome young man is sucking me. After a couple of minutes I reach down to feel his dick. He allows me to jerk him off, but does not encourage its continuance, appearing to prefer an active oral role. Roy nudges me aside and re-inserts his penis in our sucker's mouth. We continue like this for a while, and blondie really gets into it. After a while, he begins to orchestrate the changes himself, gesturing when he wants a change of cock.
Suddenly, I think that I hear noises outside. Sure enough a group of three drunken straight older guys enter the men's room, but with enough pre-warning noise to allow Roy and I to move out of blondie's stall. Roy quickly goes into the stall next door, and I jump back to the urinal. The straight guys are gone within a minute or two. They don't even wash their hands. But the scare is enough to dampen my spirits, and I offer to listen at the door as Roy and blondie continue.
After a short time, Roy says to blondie, "Hey kid, how about if all three of us go up to my room."
"No, uh uh," says blondie, between mouthfuls. "I don't go to hotel rooms. Had a bad scene once."
"Well, where do you live?" asks Roy. "Why don't we go to your place and continue this in comfort?".
"Nah, nah, I don't think so. I got classes in the mornin'. It's gettin' real late."
"C'mon baby," coaxes Roy. "This is too good for a quickie like this. You can take turns sucking both of us off for as long as you want."
Another noise in the foyer. Closing of the first door. I warn Roy he and jumps next door. I was standing near the door, and so I act as though I was just leaving. I hold the door open for the new arrival, and then exit back into the corridor leading to the hotel lobby. I decide to call it a night, and press the elevator button.
The jets of cum from my bedtime jerkoff is particularly strong as I think back on the past few hours.