I worked at a music store in the local mall here in our big city. I live in a large metropolitan city in the Midwest.

I had begun to notice that I had this thing for guys when I was about eighteen and it did not go away. It just got stronger. My hormones were about to tear me up. My cock was raw from looking at these gay magazines, drooling over the pics and stories. I was a total mess inside. I wanted to try something with a guy so bad I felt as though I would explode if it didn't happen soon. I was getting older and I felt like my life was slowly drifting away.

That is really laughable because I'm only twenty now but still virgin as to any physical contact with another human sexually. I had endured the usual high school crushes on some of the sports athletes, which only ended up as a fantasy encounter in my bedroom at night with my right hand. I guess the truth of the matter was I was rather down on myself and couldn't accept myself as a nice looking, well built, nicely hung dude just like some of the guys I ogled and desired.

One afternoon I had worked for about seven hours that day. It was about four in the afternoon and I was standing with a DVD player on, with the earphones, listening to a new DVD that had just arrived in the store. I really liked it too, when the need to piss hit me hard. I had been drinking iced tea all afternoon. I had this thing for tea. I yelled to Jerry, the store manager that I needed to piss.

He said, "Sure man. Go ahead, why don't you just take off for the rest of the afternoon there doesn't seem to be any business action in the mall today anyway. I can handle it for the rest of the day.”

I asked, "You Sure?"

He said, "Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go ahead."

I took my belongings and took off heading toward the lower level of the mall. There were some bathrooms sorta hidden back in the back of the food court there on the lower level.

I walked into the men’s room. There were three urinals against the wall and three crapper stalls over in the corner. The room was empty except for me.

I whipped out my half piss hard cock and started blasting the water when in through the door walked this guy in military fatigues. I wasn't sure, Army, possibly Marines with boots and his cameo hat that matched his outfit. I noticed he was one well-built, gorgeous looking Military man. My stomach did a lurch as he walked over to the urinal next to mine and whipped out the thickest cock I had ever seen. Beautifully circumcised, its head was beautiful. God it was awesome looking. Just like the rest of this dude.

I looked over and glanced down as he pissed. My mouth was watering as I looked. I had never seen a cock that big before and I wanted it very badly. I noticed the nametag sewn on the chest area of his shirt. His name was Brookman. I tried to start a conversation. I asked if he was on leave or heading to base somewhere.

He looked at me and smiled and asked me if I always liked to talk to guys while they had their cocks in