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A Bone for the Underdog

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by SEBSEVEN@AOL It was a dark and stormy night. Yeah, yeah I know, but it was. A positively dismal, dreary night with a forecast for overall gloom. The temperature was unseasonably warm so strong waves of rain and balmy wind instead of snow and ice for this nor'easter wannabe. Leaving New York couldn't happen quick enough for me tonight. I had dropped off friends at Newark Airport and was working my way back home to CT. The ride wasn't bothering me though, fore the time is well spent with my thoughts. Usually it goes quickly, but tonight it felt as if I was inching my way along this dank roadway. There is one section without lights and combined with this severe weather, it was adding insult to injury. Stressed? ....you bet. This was the icing on the cake after a full day. I realized just how tense I had become when I sparked at the sight of that blue sign stating "rest area." {I know you're thinking 'oh please'... but continue.} The color reminded me of the blue of a clear sky. Corny, but true. My consciousness, hard pressed against the windshield, was searching for the distant road and propelling the car in the same effort. How good it was going to feel to stretch and take a good piss. There were maybe a half dozen cars or so. A few near the building and the rest further along the lot towards the end. I couldn't help but feel 'Are these guys crusing? How do they feel like it on a night like this?' I parked in the closest spot and made a quick run through the watery mess for the building. Even with the slight visibility I could feel eyes on me. You can always recognize the feeling. To give you a little more of the picture, I am 6' 4" and about 185 lb., true runner's build, long and lean if you know what I mean. I am very dark and hairy, and sport a goatee. I've often been called handsome but, that doesn't feel quite right to me. I more feel attractive instead, meaning just that. I attract people. All sizes and shapes and it's not always nice, but it's not only about looks. So, I'm trotting swiftly past 2 men on the telephones to get to the men's room door. The man closest to the door was a big man! We're talking bull big. In his mid forties, he was taller than me and much wider, everywhere. Not Bodybuilder big or big and fat, just big. He was reminiscent of the once star football player in high school who has let himself go a bit. I am barely in the door when I get hit with the industrial bouquet of disinfectant. In I go, actually feeling how good it was to walk and stretch. There were 4 urinals along the wall with a couple of stalls in the back, one larger for the handicapped. Farthest right was a strange gentleman, maybe late 20's at the urinal next to the sinks. I went to the one on the opposite end thinking something was a bit odd. The man to my right leaned into the urinal so that the top touched his stomach, as if hiding something. He looked very timid and somewhat overweight with curly hair that was treated as if it were straight. His features were round, sort of cherubesque and his clothes old fashioned. His overall demeanor was bashful and unassuming. I pulled out my dick and stretched it before I started to pee. 'some guys shake, I pull. His head slowly turned towards me. My cock isn't so much to look at soft. You could say I'm a grower not a shower, when it's hard I'm pleased with it. good thing I was just peeing and who pulls up next to me but Mr. Man Mountain and pulls out this bull dick. Wearing a suit and tie and the proverbial trench coat, he really had the air of a hard core business type. You know the kind. The ones who went after what they wanted and got it one way or another. His cock was not so terribly long but thick, I guess it really was in proportion when I think about it. He discretely watched me out of the corner of his eye and I him, as he pulled on his wang. I then looked over to scope out the situation to the far right. Still attached to the urinal, he looked flushed and aroused. All done with my piss, I wasn't too sure I wanted to be in on this. So I put my semi hard dick away and went to the sinks to wash my hands. At that moment another man walked in and went to one of the urinals. As I'm drying my hands Bull man walks towards me holding his trench coat at both sides so only I can see that he has his erect cock and steer balls hanging out of his pants. Oh the many uses of a trench coat. The new gentleman quickly finishes his business and leaves without an inkling of what was going on here. While trench coat was washing his hands, I went back to the urinal where I originally stood and pulled my dick out again. Meanwhile our timid friend, through all of this, has not moved anything but his eye balls and I'm sure also his concealed hand hidden in urinal. I did wonder how long he could stand there without feeling strange. He did look odd while he watched me intently as I stretched my dick again. At this point Mr. Bull Mountain proudly walks over between us but not quite at the urinal. After taking a good long look at my filling penis he walks into the handicap stall. He was so confident. I knew he was expecting me to follow, but that's not what I had in mind. My cock was almost completely hard and I knew my friend to the right was not going to miss a stroke. Glancing at him, he now appeared slightly scared or anxious maybe. Upon making eye contact I turned and faced him as I stroked. You, my new friend are going to get a little show. There were a few noises coming from the stall at the end and I thought, "Shit, he must be taking all his clothes off". My awkward voyeur was slowly getting use to the idea. Seeing him relax that little bit, I nodded at him to turn and he slowly detached himself from his porcelain appendage. He reluctantly displayed a cock of some real substance with a strong mushroom head. I was really quite surprised and a little embarrassed fore I had already judged him to have a little dick. Silly me. The skin was pulled so taught and the head was bright pink. It looked like it was going to explode one way or another. He was with me stroke for stroke, but I found myself reaching that point rather quickly. Let's slow this down a bit. The whole idea of doing this in a rest room really got me going. A new experience, not to mention dangerous. Hey, right out in the open. Anyone could have walked right in. Not to mention a police officer. hmm,...something to think about later. A few more strokes and there I'd be. I'm sure my jerk off partner knew I was close. He was drinking all of this up. My balls contracted and my muscles were starting to tighten. I had to watch the noise because normally I'd let it rip. I looked up, made a quick eye contact, then gradually leaned into the urinal for my deposit. Keep that sphincter muscle relaxed..here we go, Everything tightened with a snap and wham.... the edges of my vision got soft. Oh that wonderful surge. The cum jumped from my dick and hit the top of the urinal. My legs were feeling like rubber.... milk that dick...... take a deep breath. Everything loosening up now as I got off my toes. Coming back to reality. My God, where the hell did that one come from?....felt like the toes.... boy. oh boy. oh boy. incredible. I guess the excitement of the situation was what put it way up there. The word exhibitionist popped into my head. hmm, I never really thought of myself in that respect. Boy, it was all so exciting. Still milking my dick, I checked out how he was doing. Just fine,....intensely licking it all up with his eyes, he took a second before making eye contact. Talk about being lost in the moment. He had such a soft smile, an angelic one blending into the background of an ancient painting. I pushed my deflating dick carefully back into my pants trying not to get anything on me. Who cared about the underwear, I kind of enjoyed the warm moistness in there. We then exchanged nods as he turned back to his porcelain safety zone. A mad dash is what you would have called my exit. The feeling at hand was equivalent to the "get rid of it fast" feeling you can sometimes have towards the porno on your screen right after you've cum. I ran outside in the same manner through the same rotten weather back to the same car. The difference was the shit eating grin on my face. Closing the door, I leaned my head on the headrest and looked in the rear view mirror. "Well,....." I burped, which trigged a deep laugh that resonated from my toenails. Wasn't that a nice little break in the action? I wanted to sit a moment and enjoy the feeling, but I knew I should return to nature's little road war here if I wanted to get home soon. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Mr. Man in the stall. How long did he wait before he got the picture? I'm sure he's just fine and found something else to pacify him. As for my partner in this adventure, I'm sure the smile is still on his face and maybe his hand still on his dick. I'm sure he thought I was going mountain climbing in the handicap stall. No doubt bull dick would have given me a run for my money, but to be honest I'm glad it went the way it did. I got a surprise, Mr. Urinal got a surprise, and God knows Mr. Steer Mountain Bull Man got a surprise. Don't you love a story where the meek wins over the strong? Comments and stories welcome..... email SEBSEVEN@AOL