"Hey, is someone there? Let's get a move on."
Fuck. There was someone in that stall. And they knew he was out there. Josh licked his lips nervously. What should he do? He could experiment, try something new (when would he get another chance?) or get out of here. His cock twitched at the thought of receiving a blow job. His dick began to harden in his jeans. He stepped forward, hand raised....
"Fuck. I can't do this," he thought. He ran from the bathroom.
Laying awake in bed that night, he regretted his decision. "I really blew my chance to try something I think I might have liked." He smirked ironically at the unintentional play on words. And then sighed. He wondered who was on the other side of that door. Josh imagined a man like himself, but with all his good physical qualities amplified: a tall, wasian tween with broad shoulders, defined pecs and abs, short hair pushed up in a coif. Mmm. He'd would have had a big, round bubble butt and a thick cock too.
Josh's own cock was starting to thicken now. His hands migrated down into his shorts. He fondled his balls with one hand as his other hand began to stroke his hardening meat. He imagined the the tall, muscular man stroking his own cock, inserting it into that glory hole. In his mind's eye, Josh saw himself kneeling down, opening his mouth....
He ripped off the covers and his pants, exposing his bobbing tool to the world. His stroking picked up and he began to pant. Stroking. Sighing in pleasure. Josh felt himself getting closer. Harder. Faster. And... SPURT. Cum gushed over his chest. A stray glob landed on his chin.
"Damn. Maybe I really am gay," Josh thought. And as he fell asleep, he decided that he'd go to that gay bar he'd heard about. What was it? Asstronomical? Yeah, that was it. Or maybe he'd go back to the bowling alley. Maybe.