Monday, January 17, 2011

BATHROOM ENCOUNTER

MY 1st GAYFEST

So my bi EXP and her lesbian girlfriend invited me to come out to my first Gayfest, the annual street fair in the “GayTown” section of Philadelphia. A 4x3 block area is cordoned off and all of the bars and restaurants do a rousing business while street vendors sell everything from t-shirts festooned with gay-centric logos, toys and trinkets for the discriminating leather boys and girls, great food, cold beer, LGBTG social, health and political groups distributing pertinent info, travel clubs hawking all-gay getaways and cruises, you name it. There is live music around every corner, stand up comics, female impersonators on stages set up in the crossroads, beautiful couples and packs of sweet young things everywhere getting their gay pride on.

It was a wonderful day, walking hand in hand with these two fabulous women, grabbing a great slice of Philly pizza on the street while a small skirmish broke out between jilted and very drunk lovers…and an evening capping couple of hours dancing upstairs at Woody’s on 13th St. followed by some less than fabulous show tunes at a piano bar around the corner.

But the highlight for me was a long waiting line for a bathroom break early in the day. We'd stopped into a joint for a cocktail and pee break. While the girls bellied up to the bar for frosty beverages, I grabbed a spot in the line that ran around the corner of the bar, back towards the three individual unisex maxi-closets that housed the facilities. In line, a buzzed a vociferous hottie gave her equally stunning gf a sloppy kiss and then waited behind me bouncing around like she’d waited just a titch too long to run for the commode.

“C’mon, baby. Do your man stuff and push your way in front of these people. You’re a big guy, whose gonna stop ya.” I held my ground not wanting to ruin my consistently good bathroom karma. Eventually a couple of young twinks couldn't wait any longer and bolted and we eased up to the doors in no time.

Each of these rooms with their smoked glass door and fancy dark walnut walls, brass fixtures was A-list appointed and large enough for 2-3 friendly people to go into at a time though they were really supposed to house a single. So as I walked in, my "line wife" burst in behind me, locked the door and said, “Hope you don’t mind baby, but I’m bursting a gut.

"Look at you standing there with your dick out. It’s so easy for you guys, ya just aim and shoot. You don’t mind if I show you what we have to go through do ya…” She pulled down her pants, giving me a flash of her thin landing strip and squatted, hovering over the seat.

“See never touch a thing...Caught a glimpse did ya? Me too, sweet... You’re still pissing? I’ll probably be here a while but don’t leave ‘til I’m done okay.” I turned around and flushed but took my time tucking my now semi-hard cock back into my fly.

She looks directly at him and says, “We’ll I guess it’s good that I got nothing you want and you got nothing I want. We could get in trouble in here.” She just presumed I was gay and not interested in her. Little did she know how much I wanted to just stick my cock down her throat and shut her up for a few minutes. I’m a full-service guy. Hahaha…

I washed my hands and she was still making noise like a busted North Philly fire hydrant. She stands up, leans into me and sticks her hands under my running water with her pants still around her ankles. She eventually dries off, pulls her pants up over her perfect round ass and turns and throws her arms around my neck, gets on her tiptoes and gives me a nice soft, wet kiss. “Thanks for keeping me company, doll. See you in a half hour in a bar down the street I’m sure,” and BOOM, throws open the door and leaves me there with a huge …smile on my face.