Ground Floor Blow Job

All the stalls were full except the third one because there was no lid on the toilet. Some fucker broke it off. It was the only one vacant so I took it. A set of black penny loafers sat still next to me. I knew who it was, this old dude, bald, glasses, who always wears plaid shirts. He didn’t stay long. He’s not into black dick. I took his stall after he left. The rim of the toilet was hurting my ass. A guy wearing a dirty pair of brown boots was sitting on the left side of me. I slid my hand under the partition of his stall. I heard him get up off his toilet. He turned, dropped to his knees and stuck his dick under. It was of average size, cut with some foreskin that didn’t go all the way over the head. I played with it a little. A pearl of precum stood at ease at the piss slit. I would have sucked him off, but my knees are bad. Without a glory hole, I was in no mood to do all that bending and pushing myself underneath the stall just to get him off. Besides, guys kept coming in interrupting us. I looked through the glory hole at the set of black sneaks in the stall next to Brown Boots. I had a feeling who it was, this skinny white boy, average height with long brown hair that he keeps mostly in a pony tail. It was the same guy that sucked this guy named Matt off, the same dude who showed me a text message on his cell phone that he didn’t have time to play, that he had to go to class, but now that I think about it, that was probably bull-shit. I’ve wanted to suck his dick for days. He sat there pretending to shit. No one stays on the toilet that long. Brown Boots left and took the first stall next to Black Sneaks. They didn’t do anything, I don’t think. I didn’t hear belts dangling against the floor or the rustle of clothes. Black Sneaks ended up leaving. I didn’t care where. I will get his dick soon enough. Brown Boots stayed. I stepped outside of my stall and took the one Black Sneaks was in. I started to feel like we were playing musical stalls or some shit. I looked over into his to find him jacking off. I knew him. We’ve sucked each other off in the ground floor bathroom. He’s got nice, red voluptuous lips. When he kissed me, I could taste the cigarettes. I tapped the door of his stall. He opened it. I didn’t think he would. When he let me in, I reached down and started to play with his dick. Brown Boots lifted his shirt up above his stomach. His dick was warm in my hand. I had my dick out too. I jacked him off until he came on my hand. Someone walked in. I jumped in front of a urinal. Brown Boots shut the door quick. I wiped his cum on the wall in front of me. It was the red head, this guy I’ve sucked off dozens of times. He smiled like he knew what was going on. He stood at a urinal pretending to pee. I was sure he was going to get my piece of trade and he did. Brown Boots left his stall to go wash his hands. He and the red head started talking in front of the sinks. They stood so close to one another. Both of their dicks were out. Mine too. I jacked off while watching them jack off, playing with each others dicks. The three of us were startled again when someone walked in. We quickly tucked our dicks away. The guy that walked in took the last urinal at the end of the bathroom. He didn’t know what we were doing, or maybe he did, I don’t know. I waited a couple minutes until I thought they were out of sight and followed them. I knew where they were going: the ground floor bathroom. It’s quieter, less traffic, and has two sets of doors that give out this loud squeak when opened, so it allows more time for recovery. When I walked in, they as well as one other guy was in the bathroom; a brunet about 5’7, 5’8, nerdy with glasses. He was at the sink washing up. I stood next to him checking my face until he left. Brown Boots was in the big, roomy handicap stall at the end of the bathroom while the red head was in the one next to him. I walked over and started looking between the slits of their stalls. The red head opened his stall door with his dick in his hand. Loose red pubic hair sprouted out of the gape of his zipper. He gawked at me with those blue eyes as he jacked his dick. I took it in my hand. I got down and started to suck it. Brown Boots stepped out of his stall. I felt him coming up along side me. I stopped sucking off the red head. Brown Boots started to jack off his dick wet with my spit. All three of us had our dicks out. They didn’t pay much attention to me. I didn’t think Brown Boots had anything left since he had already shot off in the bathroom upstairs. The two of them had nice size dicks. They started to kiss. It was wet and sloppy. The red head got down and took Brown Boot’s dick in his mouth. I’ve never seen him suck someone before. He’s never blown me. I bet he’s only into white dick. He sucked him for a few minutes before they switched off. Brown Boots took his entire dick in his mouth. I jacked off watching them. I grabbed Brown Boot’s ass and pressed my middle finger between his asscheeks. He sucked until he made the red head come. It never takes him long. He didn’t come in Brown Boot’s mouth. He always pulls out right before, and comes in his hand or in the toilet. The red head came on the floor. It was right on time too. We heard the doors squeak. It scared the hell out of us. I hid back into the roomy handicap stall. I sat on the toilet with my jeans on, but dick out. The red head unrolled tissue. I could hear the guy that walked in, pissing. The red head left. I stayed put until the bathroom was quiet again. When I stepped out, Brown Boots was gone too. I went back upstairs to the first floor bathroom. I took a glory hole stall, a side dudes take when they want to suck some dick, but it was after five, so nobody came. I jacked off, talked dirty to myself until I shot off. When I left, one of the lady janitors was coming down the hall with her cleaning cart. I didn’t look at her, but could feel her eyes on me like she knew what I had been doing. I thought of Red Head and Brown Boots knowing I would see them again. These guys always come back. Always.

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I love that I don't have a gag reflex
I loved pushing Bryan's head down hard on my dick
I pinched the pillows when he eased his dick up my ass
I love to drive around naked
I beat off to amateur gay porn
I want to come in Patrick's curly brown locks
I want to swallow his semen seed
I love to get my ass eaten
I love to eat ass
I love a big set of low-hanging balls
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I'm a truck stop slut
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Poem of the Day

Dayplanning

Study for Cultural Anthropology test
Call Sylvan Learning Center
Mail manuscripts
Make up Christmas card list:
Mike
Todd
Jarret & Jennifer
Cynie
Dennis
Lu
Chris
David
Vy
Antler
Justin
Brian
Dominique
Chanta
Virgil

Do film presentation
Humanities, Barbara Reese, 3:00
See Lee
Renew Blue Velvet video
Go to video stores

Start Women’s Lit. Paper
Take David Lynch Notes
Call library
Buy Christmas cards
Check e-mail

Talk to Lee about money
E-mail Todd
Rent Fire Walk with Me
Write David Lynch stuff
Do poetry stuff for Women’s Lit.

Pick up cap and gown
Get stamps
Go to Eyrie office
Watch videos
Send David poem

DVD of Blue Velvet
Film presentation, 6:30-8:30
Commonplace journal paper due in Women’s Lit.
Go see professors
Last day of classes, YEA!!!!!!!

Anthropology test, 7:30 a.m.
Pay parking tickets, 50.00
Paper 5 due by 5p.m.
Get GRE waiver
Go to Financial Aid & Film School

Send poems to San Francisco State
Give school address to Todd and Mike
Look for job
Send off recommendation letters
Buy journals

Buy clothes
Get copy of crime report
Go to readmissions about financial aid record
Get rec. letters from Todd
Internship office

Career Placement Office
Print out resume & letter of interest for Sheila
Pay 45.00
E-mail Kim Burkes
Go pick up course packet from Target

Application for New School due
Pay car payment
Get transcripts
Send grad school fees
University of New Orleans, 20.00

New School, 30.00
Florida International, 20.00
Go by Mike Armstrong’s office
Go to Florida Dept. of Law
Get record, 15.00

Get dental insurance
Oil change
Buy shoes
Buy David Lachapelle book
Buy Coldplay cd

Kelis cd
Pickup crime record
Mail letters
Get letters from Sheila
See about getting records sealed

Buy Badly Drawn Boy cd
Write letter to Turner
Give address to Mike
Call Educaid
Apply for library job

Finish film review
Call Nancy
Send writing samples to Orlando Sentinels paper
Apply to all New York schools
Go talk to Lynda

Request Brooklyn college application
Enter Frank O’ Hara chapbook contest, 15.00
Film festival, 9to 5
Film and Lit. Conference
Buy books for Critical Issues Lit.

Order new Johnatha Brookes cd
Go to career center for resume online
Call Remedy Intelligent Services
Go to Barnes and Noble
Go buy chocolates for Mike

Give B. Faulk his Christmas card
E-mail Rita
Application for FIU due
Go see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Drop off letter of rec. to Mike

E-mail Faith Eidse
Send poems to Georgia State
Write letters of statement to Georgia State
Leave for New York
Buy books for classes

Get copy of Village Voice
Register for classes
Call Brooklyn College about dropping classes
New School orientation in Wollman Hall
Ask about work- study

Buy batteries
Get i.d.
Health insurance waived
Pay Allied 57.00
Back to school @ NSU 6-8:00

Reading on campus
Buy I Remember and other books
Go by Bursar’s office
Do paper for Polito’s class
Do poem for Polito

Finish lit. tree for D. Trinidad
Go to housing, ask about Union Square apt
Lunch with Scott, 5p.m.
Wayne Koestenbaum reading, 6:30
David Trinidad thing

Season Premiere of Buffy Vampire Slayer
Walk poem about WTC
MFA mixer at Poet’s House
Honor Moore & Jason Schinder, 7:30
Drinks at 7

Finish WTC poem
Roswell Premiere
Buy sodas, clothesbasket
Adrienne Rich reading
An October fest in honor of Gertrude Stein

Joe Brainard tribute
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18th Writing Lives Conference
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Mike Albo
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Poetry dog tags: Neck to Neck Haiku reading, 10:30, the Poetry Project
Tough Guys reading at the Lure

Polito’s class meets at 8:00
Mark Strand, 7:30
Go to library, get D. Parker books
Print out poem
Call AFSA

7:00, Gay & Les. Comm. Center reading
Media Studies info session
Paul Violi/Coleridge poems
Touched By Eros Anthology reading, 7:00
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Clifton/Olds reading 7p.m.

Poem of the Day, Spit and Cum

He pulls me like a gun, point blank to his mouth.
Mustache pricks my lips.
He takes my nipples between dirty fingers,
Strokes my dick in the bathroom mirror.
His ass assumes the position.
Pink, puckered, tight.
He crouches to my crotch.
Spit trickles to the base of my dick.
He doesn’t wait for me to come,
But zips up, washes hands and doesn’t look back to give eye contact.

Trip to a Tea Room

The start of a new semester has brought returning, as well as a new hot crop of college-age beefcakes for me to salivate over. The only problem is that none of them cruise the bathrooms. I sat in the stall on Monday for a good hour before anyone came along and sat down beside me in the accompanying stall, and he wasn't what I call drop dead fucking gorgeous. He was this skinny black twink with braids and toothpick thighs. I studied his dick through the glory hole. I signaled him with my finger to stick it through for sucking. It was of average length, cut. I drew in closer to smell it. It wasn't clean. It reeked of sweat and piss, so I passed on pleasuring him. I tapped it signaling him to retract his dick back through the hole. The two of us sat there in the dank bathroom waiting for the same thing. It didn't take long for someone to enter. I thought it was this white dude who kept frequenting the bathroom, one of those obnoxious assholes who can't stand to see another guy get some action. I'm not sure if it was him or not, really. All I heard was piss pelting in the urinal and then a guttural flush. Whomever it was washed his hands and left. I looked through the glory hole and noticed a set of legs in the stall next to the young black boy on the far left side of him. I stooped over until the muscles in my belly ached, at the set of shoes. They were dark brown, casual. I knew who it was. This chubby white boy, not so handsome. He has a short, uncut dick that has only been blown by the sluttiest of cruisers. I don't know his name, but he's been a student for years. He might be working on his doctorate. I don't know, maybe. I've never been interested in him and I'm always quick to let him know it.

I tell you, Bellamy is not like it used to be when I first started cruising back in '97. This guy I knew, Larry, a friend at the time, told me about the place. I was a freshman in junior college. I remember all the tickets I got for not having a parking decal plastered inside the windshield of my Ford Tempo. What a shit clunker that car was. The tickets I racked up was worth all the prime dick I sucked off through homemade glory holes. I took what I could living in a town with no gay bars, bookstores with dark back rooms or even a gay community center.

The first time I started I couldn't stay out of the bathrooms. Dick was a constant on my dirty mind. I would start at two in the afternoon and wouldn't leave until eight, sometimes nine o' clock at night with cum on my shirt. To cruise on campus was the high light of my day. I used to get so excited about getting some dick, I would get nauseous, but these days not so much anymore. It gets old fast. The same men cruising in and out who I wouldn't give the time of fucking day to. Troll, closeted professors who would hog the stalls, who would obnoxiously flip off the lights in pissed off frustration because I wouldn't leave, acting like they owned the fucking toilet. They still do this shit. Some things never change. They would get mad because I was better at wrangling up a cute boy here and there to suck off while they would spend half the day trying to rope the same guy. Yeah, those were the days. I wonder where those guys are now? Maybe some have moved to bigger cities with bathrooms with bigger glory holes. Maybe some are hitched with kids and they've just chalked up those days as just being some crazy college experience while others have lovers living domestically ever after with some bearded, button down bear. Who the hell knows.

Nothing has changed since I started. Just a little remodeling, the gutting out of old stalls only to be replaced by brown, fiberglass ones, some equipped with glory holes like the one I sat in. I think a janitor comes in to drill them. They're just too perfect and round.

The skinny black twink started to take an interest in the chubby boy. I figured he must be a newbie, because everyone knows Mr. Short Dick, and he ain't nothing to write home about. I watched as the black boy got on his knees. He shoved his dick under the partition that divided them. I could see Short Dick making a move. I watched the black guy beat him off. His ass was cute that rested on the heels of his black dress shoes. Neither of them made my dick hard. I heard Short Dick let out a few ohs and ahs before he came and hauled ass. After the young one finished him off, he turned to me. He pressed his mouth to the glory hole, hungering for my dick. He had a nice set of lips. I stood up and tried to work my dick through. I could only get the head of my dick through the hole due to the obstruction the tissue dispenser was causing. I felt his mouth, hot on the head of my dick. I pulled out, sat down on my toilet, and unfurled a tuft of tissue. I took a pen I brought and wrote: Lets switch stalls. I pushed the note through the glory hole. We respectfully switched stalls like two spies in some noir film. I stuck my dick through the hole without any trouble. He started to suck me. His mouth was like this wet, hot blanket enveloping my dick. I could hear spit spattering to the floor. I was so horny, it didn't take me long to come.

I rolled off some toilet paper and wiped my dick clean of spit. As usual, I didn't give him a second thought, and left the bathroom happily satisfied. I'm pretty sure I'll see him again. They always come back once they find a place they can frequent for dick.