I heard one of the men at the urinals laugh and say something that I couldn't quite make out.I told my mom I wasn't feeling well, wasn't hungry and wanted to take a nap before going to work. Guys always checked out other guys, mostly to see how we compared. I'd just turned eighteen and just graduated.I'd never seen a hard dick, other than my own.Lewd HarrySo, why had I wanted to touch that dick back in the stall? Why was my cock so hard and my balls about to burst? I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel hard enough to make my hand go numb. The sudden urge to reach out and touch the hard dick jutting through the wall succeeded in breaking through my confusion. I had stopped wearing underwear, thinking it made me edgy and cool, or as edgy and cool as one could achieve in the little slice of dipshit Illinois I called home. I forced myself to picture Shelly's tits as I started to jerk off. It had stayed hard as I'd fled the mall for the safety, such as it was, of a rusting out Vega that burned a quart of oil every four hundred miles or so. You couldn't avoid seeing dick in the shower after gym class though. My balls developed that deep ache I hadn't felt since breaking up with Shelly. I waited. "College" would be a place where people talked about books and movies and ideas, not just football, basketball, baseball and fucking. I had moments when I wasn't sure I would make it through the summer.Behind every woman is a man looking at other ones. This was real porn, with men fucking women, even in the butt. The mags Gary stole had as much dick as pussy and tits. My body shuddered as my straining bladder let go.We hadn't fucked but she did let me reach under her panties once.I couldn't get the image of that dick out of my head. She had gotten to where she would usually let me play with her tits, sometimes even with her shirt up and bra unfastened. I shook off and was tucking my dick back in my pants. I never considered continuing on to the arcade. When I entered the men's room all the urinals were occupied. I turned my head and froze, amazed, stunned, intrigued, or some combination of the three had me holding my breath. I was determined to make it into the ranks of top ten scorers on Galaga before I left for college. It was true, I wasn't hungry. She touched me through my jeans once or twice. The wind whipping past the open car wind ripped the words from my mouth and sent them swirling and tumbling along the hazy blacktop. As I was buttoning my fly and digging how my dick looked under the tight denim, something caught my eye. I couldn't be queer. I was bored out of my skull with nothing to do, except work, until I left for college.
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