When the Right One Comes Along

Chapter 1: Playing Doctor The cold salty air swept through the open restroom door and seeped under his stall. Philip pulled his jeans and briefs up to his knees. He heard someone coming and leaned back, waiting until the door next to him closed and the lock clicked in place. Seconds later, a tennis shoe moved under the partition; up and down it tapped on the cracked tile floor. Philip leaned in closer. He ran his finger around the glory hole. A brown eye with a slight scar underneath stared back at him. “Jesus. Jonathan.” “Uh—huh, Phil. It’s me.” “What the hell,” Philip said. “Okay, just give me a second here.” Philip heard Jonathan moving around, a belt buckle scraping the floor. He turned and saw two feet facing him, an erect p***s sliding through the hole. “No way, Jon. Put that damn thing away!” “Come on. It’s my birthday.” “I don’t believe you.” “Is too.” “Is not.” Philip laughed. “So, I’ll bake you a cake.” “You will?” Jonathan said. “Sure.” Their childish banter continued until Philip took his palm and pushed Jon’s erection out of the hole and back into the adjacent stall. “Behave yourself,” Philip said. “Me?” “Uh—huh.” “In here?” Jonathan said. “Especially in here.” “Why?” “Because I’m in here.” “Oh, right,” his friend said, “but I’m horny as hell.” “Then you know what to do. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.” Philip pulled up his briefs, buttoned his jeans, and left Jonathan to his own devices.