Often on my explorations, I would pass by the cruisee and would exchange a nod and a glance. The first few times I thought his glance meant "I'm not interesting and don't go there". But then I began to detect something else in his eyes. Something that reminded me of a dog in heat. It was hunger that I saw. And being a hungry, attention-starved person myself, I gave him back the same look he gave me. It happened when I went into the men's room. I'd passed the cruisee and went to my stall and at that moment he peered over the stall. He was salivating, breathing hard and constantly looking down at my crotch. It was expected considering the situation. His behavior made me realize it was now or never so I moved back from the stall and he got a clear view of his subject, my manhood. He dropped to his knees and devoured by penis. Deep throat, lollypop, deep throat, lollypop.....It turned out to be one of the most excellent blow jobs I've every had.

Inspired by Augusten Burroughs book 'MagicalThinking'