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sugar-tart spoonful into my mouth and let it melt. Sean rubbed his jaw. His faint stubble was a shimmer of gold beneath his skin. "That day, the professor was screening Blue Velvet. You know, the one with Kyle MacLachlan and Isabella Rosellini ?'
    'I've seen it.'
    "Then you know it's pretty hot. We had a break
    between reels, so I went to the men's to take a leak. Everyone else stayed to suck up to the prof - or so I thought. I went in. I saw an empty cubicle. I had a half-hard now, 'cause of the film, and was thinking: do I want to jack off or would I rather wait? 'Cause if I do it now, I'll have to hurry and waiting can be good unless you lose the edge altogether.
    "Then I heard it, a little noise in the next cubicle. I know this noise, of course. I'm a master of the silent public wank myself. I don't know if you've heard it, but a fist makes a tiny shishing noise as it pumps a cock, especially if you've got a little sweat and juice to slick up the skin. Fucking your hand has a rhythm, too, like sex, only it's one person's rhythm instead of two. You can slow down or speed up whenever you like. It's sexy as hell to listen to. Plus, you can learn a lot about a guy from the way he does himself.'
    Sean reached across the table and took my hand as though he knew the precise instant my sex overflowed. His thumb circled the sensitive cup of my palm.
    'This guy has done this before, I thought. His strokes were real sure, real steady. He knew what he liked. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wasn't dilly-dallying, either. And he was breathing through his mouth so he wouldn't make much noise.
    'By then, my half-hard was whole hard and then some. I started to take it out, thinking I'd give this guy some silent accompaniment and then I thought: Sean, babe, why not introduce yourself? Maybe you'll meet someone you like. At the very least, you'll get a good laugh. So, as quietly as I could, I climbed on the seat and peeked over the wall. Imagine my surprise when I saw it was him, sexy old whisky eyes. He looked up, turned beet-red, then burst out laughing.
    '"Hello there," I said, as suave as you can get when you're standing on a toilet. "Like some help with that?" He thought about it a minute - the longest minute of my life - then says, "Sure. Come on over." Well, I didn't need more encouragement than that. I nipped inside
    and knelt up facing him on the throne. He still had his dick in his hand. He was still hard. In fact, he was harder than he was a minute ago. "What now?" he asked. My heart just about stopped. "You've never done it with a guy?" He said he'd thought about it lots of times. What about girls? I needed to know. "Once," he said and he made this face, as if it wasn't worth mentioning.
    'I could read his whole sexual history in that one word. Good kid, good girlfriend. Probably met at church. His hormones raged. Hers didn't. She gave it a try — 'cause she loves him - but neither of them knew more than Peg A fits Slot B. Naturally, the whole messy business ended in disaster. Nobody had fun. Afterwards, they couldn't look each other in the eye. They broke up. Good kid started wondering if something was wrong with him. He'd been daydreaming about guys lately. Maybe he was gay.'
    Sighing, Sean lifted my hand and kissed it. He didn't seem to notice my palm was sweating. 'Finding Joe was like a sugar addict getting his own sweet shop. Horniest guy I'd ever met and a virtual cherry. Never had a decent orgasm he hadn't given himself. I felt like whatsit , the real My Fair Lady guy.'
    'Pygmalion?'
    'That's the one.' He shook his head and clasped my hand to his chest. ‘I decided to go down on him. I knew he'd never had anyone do that and I knew he'd love it. I think I sucked him for ten seconds before he flashed.'
    '"Flashed?"' I asked, my voice husky. Despite the fact that homosexuals are one of my kinks, the terminology was new to me.
    The corners of Sean's mouth twitched. He resumed his sensuous circling of my palm. Take your shoe