Homegrown BJ JO Stories

  I am a Pinball. If I work someplace, I'm more dedicated than adept; which blindsides me every time I get fired. I didn't  go out the front door this morning, thinking, "Gee. I'd like a blow job from a straight (if closeted-)daddy-type today." So, when I fall into any sex, I'm more amazed, than horny-released. (I can jack-off that kind of stress, anyway. Tho' I did learn NOT to do it in the men's room at work, already.) So, It is Summertime, the beach is flooded with tourists, I have a crappy  job at a family-friendly, if mid-tier restaurant. (Not top notch, but, not a total dive either.) So, when the black guy with a Tennessee T-Shirt stretched across his military chest came in, I knew he was a tourist. Our building was built in the 1950s, and aside from a bit of redecorating, was still a terazzo-floored, white concrete, time capsule. So, like I said, I was standing at one of the trough urinals, dork and balls just hanging out, (since I worked in the

 (Warning: mid-tale tragedy discussion) The "kiss and tell" of David Watts was unexpected but very thorough. ------------- I went to my High School Reunion (where I had graduated still a virgin,) with trepidation. I had been considered a Gay Goth Brooding-Artist Loner. No targeted wimp, bully-fodder, mind you, just a nonpopular/nonjock.  I had since become a Nationally known Intactivist by then. While David, who was popular on the other hand, had transitioned from stud-muffin, to beefy Dad-bod quite well.  "We gonna Crack a beer of truce today?" He introduced himself. "Hey, David! Sure, but, only if we share it with Colton." (a classmate that was tragically lost.) (He leaned in, so nobody could here)"Well, if your up for getting nekkid, we can swim over the river to Colton's Beach." The Reunion breakfast was over. -I hate anybody to see my Victim-of-Circumcision shame, but, lost all sense of modesty with a stint in the Navy. With the exceptio

(To man at next urinal:) "I hope you're not peeking, you can't see this little thing from way over there." (Stepping away to repack, after flushing:) Step right up, I left the motor  running. I heard some dickhead has been hanging out in here. "Yo, Sailor! The Marine Corps taught us to wash our hands!" "Funny, ...the Navy taught us not to piss all over them." (To a man counting some money.) "I see you've got your wad pulled out." (At a trough style) "Crowd on in, like piglets on a tit." "I'd rather have my cock on an overhead display, than wedge between these nasty piss-coated dividers." -I like going to Lodge, but dont like the smell. (Why? What's it smell like?) -Depends. (Sports bus) "Hey, there's guys waiting here! When you're done pissing, ....Beat It!" (A clogged urinal, blocked off between you) "I don't  know what came out of his dick, but, Damn!" "I'm so nerv