Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 17:20:38 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Diner Treat"

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If
you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it
is illegal in your community, stop here and clear your screen!
Otherwise read on and , I hope, enjoy the story.  If you do,
write and let me know.  If you don't, you may tell me that too,
but please do it in good taste and constructively. Flames will be
ignored and deleted. Positive comments will be acknowledged.

Most of what I have written before has been pure fantasy with
only a pinch of reality to start me off.  This one, however, is
mostly true.  Hope you enjoy it.  .and before I forget.  Although
there is no mention of the use of condoms in this story (it has
some fantasy in it, yes), don't you try that!  Always be safe!!!


Diner Treat

Several weeks ago my wife and I decided to go to the diner for
breakfast.  We were just being served our omelets when a couple
of guys were being seated at the booth across the aisle from us.

It's interesting in that particular diner because the opposing
booths are a little off-set, so that the bench and person facing
the same way as you is a couple feet behind you, and the bench,
or person, facing toward you is just about even with you.

After taking a bite of my breakfast, I decided to check it out
and looked over.  I had to turn a bit to see the guy behind me --
the one facing the same way as I.  He looked to be about my age
(I'm 52) and wasn't anything to "write home about", but the other
fellow looked to be about 25 or so, and had a definitely enticing
basket showing in his lap -- very definitely enticing!

I spent the next ten minutes or so trying to carry on a
conversation with my wife while my eyes kept being drawn to that
delicious looking prize under the table across from me.  (Yes,
I'm married, but I still like a good piece of manmeat when I can
get one.)

Anyway.there I was, hoping like all getout that something could
happen, but knowing full well that it just wasn't going to.

There he sat.  About 25, as I already said, he had a nice
masculine face with a crewcut/flattop and I guessed him to be
about 5'10" and 180-185 pounds of solid body.  He sure filled out
the t-shirt and jeans nicely.  He had nice large hands that he
kept using to rub the tops of his thighs, and every now and then
he would briefly cup himself and lift up like there just wasn't
enough room in there and what was there needed some attention.

I had been drinking in the sights for a minute, doing all sorts
of wishful thinking, when I looked up and saw him looking right
at me.  "Busted" I thought to myself.  He had to have seen where
my eyes were.

He looked straight at me -- eye-to-eye -- for a couple seconds
before he turned his gaze back toward the man seated across from
him.  I was trying to catch my breath now from those two
beautiful brown eyes I had just been touched by, and nodded to
whatever it was my wife was saying.

Pulling my attention back to what she was talking about, I made a
couple of mandatory responses, but the back of my mind was
asking: "Did he see me, or not?"  He looked like he was 110%
straight and probably a phobe, so he must not have, or he would
have probably reacted in some way.

Finally, I couldn't resist it any longer, and I looked back over
to my now favorite view.  As I did, he straightened out his left
leg, leaving his right bent at the knee with his foot flat on the
floor.  What had been just a big double-handfull-sized lump in
the middle of his crotch now took on a new shape.  You could see
the roundness of what must have been a fully egg-sized globe on
the right side of his crotch seam, and now the unmistakeable
outline of a firm tube of flesh pointing down the inside of his
jeans leg on the left.

I looked up again, and there he was, looking directly back at me.
His gaze didn't falter when my eyes met his this time.  Our eyes
locked for several seconds (although it seemed almost an
eternity).  This time I looked away.  There was little or no
doubt now that he had seen me.

Just as my blood pressure started to climb for fear he might say
or do something, his left hand came down off the table and he ran
it over the top of that meaty tube, pausing momentarily as it was
directly on it.  When his hand moved on down his thigh, the tube
seemed to be a bit more prominent than before.

When his arm was fully extended, he pulled his hand back up and
repeated exactly the same motion as before.  This time there was
no doubt that the outline was definitely clearer and more
pronounced.  I looked up again, and, yes!, he was looking right
at me.

I had just finished what was on my plate and managed, as I was
putting my fork and knife on it, to "somehow" drag the side of my
hand across the grease and little bit of catsup that was on it.

"Shit!" I said softly.  "Damn!  I'll be right back.  I have to go
wash this crap off my hand," I said under my breath to my wife as
I slid out of the booth and stood up.  ".and I need to pee too,
while I'm there."

"Okay, dear," she replied.

Making my way back to the restrooms, I went through the outer
entry door and then turned into the inner doorway marked "Men's"
( -- like anyone of you thought I was going to say "Women").  I
went first to the sink to clean up my "accident". I use the
quotation marks around that word because, of course, I had done
it purposely!!! I needed an excuse to come to the men's room,
hoping a certain someone might follow.

Sure enough, while I was still washing my hands, the door opened
and in stepped young mister gorgeous!!  He walked directly over
to the single urinal next to the sink and opened the front of his
jeans (button and zipper!).

What he pulled out of there made my knees weak.  It was about six
inches long, moderately firm, and (wonderfully) uncut!!!  I'm so
much into uncut!! He stood back far enough from the porcelain
catch basin that he was out beyond the privacy shield and I had
an unobstructed view of what was in his hand.

As I watched, he peeled the skin back revealing a long, sloped,
shiny red head -- glistening in the reflected light as only a
silky, soft uncut glans can do.  Damn! I wanted that right then
and there!!!

There was only a slight flare at the base of the head, and the
skin that he had pulled back was kind of bunched up behind it.
Then he pulled it further down on the shaft and you could see the
straight hard pole with its blue blood vessels clearly etched on
the top -- and it was now a full 7 inches long.  It looked ready
for whatever action it might be asked to perform.and I had some
good ideas of what I would like to have it do!!

I dropped the towel I was using to dry my hands, and walked over
toward him.  He turned to face me and pressed down on the shaft
pointing that beautiful red tip straight at me.  As he did, a
small drop of mandew formed on the slit at its end.

"Hurry, before someone comes in," he said.

I couldn't resist.  I knelt partway down and reached out to grab
it.  As soon as my hand was around it, I pulled it to me, and, as
I did, the shiny pearl grew and began to hang down as though it
were about to drop.  I licked out with my tongue and took my
reward.  That was some of the sweetest nectar I've ever tasted.

The sensation of that smooth, silky head on my tongue was
incredible.  I couldn't hold back.  Leaning forward, I engulfed
the entire head into my hungry mouth.  I may have just eaten a
"three-egg omelet", but that was not what my hunger had been for
since the minute that hot stud had sat down across the aisle.

As I started to suck like a starved baby on that rigid cream
machine, I pulled my hand forward to drive his foreskin back over
the head.  As it came forward into my mouth, I stuck my tongue
under its edge and began to run it around under the skin, rasping
the sensitive glans with its rough top surface.  I love the
feeling of having my tongue under that cloak of skin.

He must have liked it too because I felt him shiver.  Then he put
both his hands behind my head and pulled me onto him until the
end of his swollen cockhead was pushing against the top of my
throat.

"Oh, damn you've got a hot mouth!" he hissed between his clenched
teeth.  "Take that cock, babe.  Suck that baby juice out of me,
now!!"

With that he started to fuck my mouth like there was going to be
no tomorrow.  He had obviously built up one hell of a head of
steam either while he was sitting in the booth, or in the few
minutes he had been in the restroom with me.

I could feel the soft, loose skin sliding easily over the steel-
hard, rigid pole of his raging manhood.  With each thrust, he
drove the firm rubbery head across my tongue and into my throat.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Eat that hot cock!!  You know you like that
stiff meat in your mouth!  Suck that baby!!  Come on, you know
you want my hot load down your cocksucking throat!!  Suck it,
baby!! Suck it!!!"

He was right!! I wanted him to shoot his hot load of man juice
down my waiting throat!!  I wanted it so bad!!  I had my lips
tight against that hammering flesh ramrod, sucking it until my
cheeks were almost meeting inside my mouth.  My tongue was
working the underside and head trying to set him off as quickly
as possible before someone could walk in on us.

Then I felt his grip on my head tighten.  I knew he was about to
shoot and I didn't want to miss the sweet taste of his young
man's cum.  I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his shaft
at the base to keep him from being able to shove it all the way
in and spew his load into my throat without my being able to
taste it.

That was all it took!!  He shuddered and I felt his whole cock
jerk and swell inside my mouth.  Then it erupted!!!  When the
first shot filled my mouth with its bitter-sweet warmth I lapped
at it and swallowed.  It was just as good as I had imagined!!  It
was wonderful!!

He didn't move as the second pulse arrived and shot its lava-like
flood across my tongue.  As I was swallowing, I felt him withdraw
slightly and push forward into my suctioning cavern just in time
to swell again and spurt another blast of his hot man juice.

Three more times he filled my mouth with his wonderful cream
shake before it began to slack off.  I sucked on his tool even as
I felt it begin to shrink and wither, making sure I had taken
every possible drop from it.

As he finally backed away, I stood up.  He still had his hands
behind my head and he pulled me forward to his face and pressed
his lips against mine.  I parted my teeth and he drove his tongue
through our closed lips into my mouth to taste his own seed.

Backing away, he quickly closed the front of his jeans, reached
into his right pocket, pulling out a small card, and held it out
to me saying: "if you want some more of this, call me."  Before I
could say anything or even move, he was out the door.

I looked down at the card.  It had the name "Jared" and a
telephone number.  I recognized a local exchange, so he was
definitely nearby.and I was definitely going to call!!!

When I got back to my table, my wife started to say, "It always
seems to take you four times as long as anyone else to pee."

I replied, "Well, after I got in there, I found out I needed to
do more than just pee.  So it took a while."

I reached down and picked up the check then dropped some bills on
the table for the tip.  Turning to go, and passing my new-found
buddy on the way out, I turned to my wife and said, "That was a
really delicious breakfast!  We've got to do that again."  (I
think he understood the message.)

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