A letter to the mystery man I met in the bathroom of a bar one night. This is a 100% true story that I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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After teasing with a banana and some yogurt for about twenty minutes, I walk towards the bathroom, stopping for a moment to give you that "Come with me" look. You follow shortly behind. Once inside, I lock the door, and I go for what I want.
With my left hand I would rub you through your pants, feeling you grow harder by the minute. My right hand unbuckling your belt as fast as possible. I undo the button and the longest unzipping of my night. Finally the belt is unbuckled, and your gorgeous cock is released from its confinements.
My left hand is stroking your hard cock. I love the way it looks, the way it stands at attention and reacting to my every touch. I stroke it up and down, feeling the warmth exuding from it. In a steady grip I move my hand up and down the shaft, as a moan leaves your lips. I stop right under the head, then let my thumb gently move around the edge of the head. Slowly I work my thumb along the edge and then around the whole head. Wetting the thumb with a couple of droplets of your precum I keep letting it massage the sensitive head. You can feel the featherlight movements and the longer they go on, the more the whole sensation starts to concentrate on the head.