Tai – Part Two of Two Parts

 Markwildyr.com,Post #243

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Last week, we met Markand his buddy Tai, both straight, teenaged Soccer athletes. Only thing is, Markspends the summer after high school graduation getting horny while Tai’s backeast visiting his mother’s family. Now it’s time for college.

Read on.

 

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TAI

Nobody else from my town wasgoing to State, so I’d be among strangers.  I squared my shoulders and figured most of theother freshmen would be in the same boat. So when I learned Tai Briggs hadlanded a soccer scholarship to the college, as well, I perked up a bit. Maybewe could room together.

Didn’t happen that way but he didlive in the same dorm. Good seeing him, and from his reaction he felt the sameway. He looked great. He’d put on ten pounds and another couple of inches.

We gravitated toward oneanother and soon became joined at the hip, so to speak. But as we grew ourrespective circles of friends, we sort of drifted apart. Except on the soccerfield. Tai and I carried our weight there, and then some. This was gonna workout just fine.

Before long, Tai hooked upwith a gal named Ginny, and I started a rocky relationship with a chick named,curiously enough, Suzy Sue Manford. Suzy Sue, or SS, as I called her, liked mejust fine, but she courted the reputation of a rebel. That shoulda been great,right? Rebels defied convention. Convention said teens—even teens on the edgeof being twenties—ought not go to bed together. So if she defied convention…well, you see where I’m going with this.

Didn’t work out that way.Although she liked to make out, I hadn’t gotten to third base before she tookme home—she was a local—to meet her folks. Her dad, an avid car restorer, and Ibonded as soon as he he found I was a mechanic. That didn’t sit well with SS. Wecontinued to go together, but like I said, it was rocky.

Halfway into the semester, Igot itchy with that itch that’s hard to scratch without the cooperation ofsomeone else. First thing I know, thoughts of Billy Belwine and what he’d doneto me—for me—in the park’s men’s room last summer intruded on my consciousness.Billy’s lips would feel pretty good right now, but Billy was off to school inanother state, giving relief to his new classmates, I presumed.

Strangely, the thought ofBilly made things worse. Just about every public men’s room I’ve ever been inhad little notes scribbled on the stall walls, and I started paying attentionto them. This school had it’s own Billy, but I didn’t know how to identify him.His notes were provocative but didn’t provide contact information.

I’d seen what somebody called“glory holes” in lots of public rest room, but dear old State’s stalls weremade out of steel. Not only that, but the janitorial staff had perfected amethod for effectively eliminating notes that were left, even those scratchedinto the metal. They buffed those out.

But one day, as my need rosealmost to the desperation level, I saw a fresh note from someone who labeledhimself as DZ saying he’d located an out of the way spot at Burnt Wood. Whatthe hell was Burnt Wood? Too embarrassed to ask anyone, I went on the hunt inthe library. Local maps showed a park by that name clear across town.

Probably a men’s room at thepark. Bingo. But with no car, it would be a chore to get there. I’d put all mysavings into my college fund to make it easier for the folks. I had a jalopy athome, but it wasn’t up to the cross-state travel to my present location.

The inane thought struck methat Tai had a car, but I couldn’t quite see me asking for a ride to a park toget my rocks off in some public bathroom. Although, I got a bit of atingle in my groin by just thinking about it.

Well, think about it I did.About getting to Burnt Wood, that is. I located the city bus route that wouldtake me close, and decided I’d give it a try Saturday. No classes and no soccergame, so that would be an ideal time. I came close to taking care of my ownneed Friday night, even with my roommate sleeping just across the room, butmanaged to keep my hands off myself.

Saturday morning was warm andsunny and inviting. Mid-morning, I boarded a city bus convinced that everyoneon board, including the driver, knew where I was heading and what my missionwas. Irrational, I know.

I transferred where I wassupposed to, got off the second bus, and found I still had a quarter of a mile tohike. Well, what’s a quarter of a mile to a soccer player? When I arrived at thepark, the first thing I saw was a bus stop. If I’d taken the proper route, adamned bus would have dropped me right at the park. Oh well….

The park was big… with lots oftrees. A nice park, actually. Full of wholesome families having autumn picnics…and at least one sex-starved student looking for a tryst. Once again, as I trodthe graveled walks in search of a secluded men’s room, I felt everyone’s eyeson me. Knowing eyes. Sneering eyes. Condemning eyes. Eyes that knew a guylooking for a blowjob when they saw him.

Finally, I found that secludedmen’s room off in the trees where it was easy to miss. My back puckered as Iapproached the brown-painted shack. The door let out an ungodly shriek when Ipulled it open. My heart about stopped, but I soldiered on.

One urinal. One stall. Side byside. With a big glory hole between them. This was the place, all right. Hookupmessages were everywhere, but the place was deserted. I took a seat in thestall to read sometimes erotic and sometimes disgusting notes from one guy oranother to the gay universe. That hauled me up short. Gay universe? Did thatinclude me?

Naw. These were messages fromgay guys to the male universe, and that’s part of what I was. Maleuniverse. A needy member of the male universe. Must be because my member reactedsomething fierce. My male member.

I froze as the outside doorsqueaked open. Footsteps, and then someone was at the urinal. I peeked. Nice,from what I could see, which was confined to the groin area. What did I do now?Stick my thing through the glory hole and hope for the best? What if the guywas offended and whacked me where it hurt. Can you break a dick? Dunno, but Iwasn’t about to take a chance.

Then the dude unzipped his trousersand flopped out his dong. A nice dong. He lifted his shirt a bit. Flat belly,black bush. Probably had a six-pack if he exposed more of himself.

Geez, the guy wasn’t taking aleak. He was playing with himself. What should I do now?

He didn’t leave it up to me. Heturned and shoved himself through the glory hole. I gulped. I knew what heexpected, but that wasn’t what I was here for. Even so, I took him in hand and massagedhim. He thrust himself against the wall, and I knew he was urging me to takehim in my mouth. No way. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t here to take care of somedude, I was here to be taken care of.

He withdrew, and started tobend over to look through the hole. I leaned back and gave him a good view ofmy own need. He hesitated a moment and then disappeared. Was he leaving?

No! He was at the door to thestall. He tugged on it. I’d locked it, of course, so I was safe. He rappedsoftly. For some reason, I’ll never really know why, I reached up and freed thelock.

A long moment passed before hepulled the door open and gave me the shock of my life. I might have been takenby surprise, but he wasn’t.

“Mark. I thought I recognizedyour senior class ring.”

Tai Briggs, looking sexierthan anyone I’d ever seen, grinned, a crooked, lop-sided, lascivious smile andwalked straight into me. I gulped, and took him the way he wanted.

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It’s always nicewhen something works out better than you ever expected, isn’t it. I wish Markand Tai four long years of happy college life together. After that? Who knows.

 

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