It was during summer vacation of what would be my sophomore year at college that I landed a job with a road construction crew in Elizabeth, New Jersey. My job was simplicity itself; I held a Stop sign to halt oncoming traffic while the rest of the crew worked on repairing the road.

I had myself the greatest tan ever that summer; but more importantly, I also had my first serious sexual experiences.

The July heat would find our crew at the Jolly Roger, with me getting soused on cheap red wine. The rest of the gang – all guys - drank Budweiser.

Big Dick Morris was just about the handsomest man I'd ever met. Well, sure I had a major crush on him. He was tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. In fact, one of the guys let it be known that Big Dick had done some serious modeling for a well known men's fashion designer and abruptly quit when two many people (read gays) came onto him. I should also mention that Big Dick was probably fifteen years older than my tender twenty years and four months.

It took me a moment to realize the others had left. It was Dick and me. We had never been alone together before, at least other than on the highway.

I heard him say. "So which category are you in?"

"Huh, sorry, I didn't quite catch that," I said.

"I was saying most of us are in one or the other, which are you?"

"One or the other what, Dick?"

"So are you kinky, straight or perverted?"

I needed to give that some thought, especially as I'd already drunk more than a bottle of red. "Um, gimme a minute on that, willya?"

"Sure, take your time."

It was a weeknight and we all had to be at work the next morning at seven, sober or not. The place was pretty empty and kind of dark. We were sitting at a small table in the corner, and I realized that we were sitting a little closer than strictly necessary, and that the sexual tension in the room was off the freaking charts. I hadn't masturbated in, well in several days, and had been almost a year since I'd gotten laid. All of a sudden my clit was stiff as a jelly bean. I strongly suspected that my panties were more than a little bit moist. I really wanted him to touch me.

Big Dick leaned over the table and almost shyly placed one hand on my knee. A moment later I could have sworn I was sitting in a puddle of my juices. I was afraid of getting up and having him see the wet spot on the seat where I'd been sitting.

He ran his other hand over his scarred, bald head. "Would you care to step into my office?"

Well, other than my fear of his seeing the 'dreaded spot' his suggestion sounded just fine to my wine soaked brain. I was sober enough to give Dick a head start to the office, and followed two steps behind him all the way to a place I'd never been before: the men's room of the Jolly Roger Bar & Grill. There was a urinal on the wall, a toilet with the seat up right next to it, and a sink. The place smelled like urine and some malodorous bowel movements that were solely attributable to men and perhaps bears. But I knew that bears did not frequent the Jolly Roger.

After taking in my new surroundings, I found Big Dick leaning against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser, and after he royally indicated that I should get down on my knees, I did and kneeling on the filthy floor I unzipped him and tried to lower his jeans.

I was probably more than a little drunk; certainly more than a little horny, and not very coordinated. I had a surprising amount of trouble with lowering his underwear. There were two valid reasons for this. One, his formidable cock was wedged in there and proved difficult to extract, and second, he was wearing black low-rise Victoria's Secret bikini panties.

I giggled and told him that I liked his taste in panties. Finally understanding that he wore panties and not some foreign type underwear that would make extracting his junk difficult,

"Suck me off, kid!"

"I'll do my best, but..."

"You'll do fine, just take it slow," he said not unkindly.

I opened my mouth wide and accepted about half his length before quitting. I wondered what it would be like to try taking it in certain other places. Probably pretty nice, given a proper warm-up. Not that I was any kind of expert in such things, as I'd only been laid twice before and only once with any noticeable appreciation on my part.

His cock was like a thick snake, thrusting in my mouth, fucking my throat. I did my best to keep up, grasping his tight muscular buns in each hand and swirling my tongue all over his cock head, keeping my teeth well out of the way. Dick had both hands in my hair as he thrust away, but honestly I was doing most of the work now that I knew how he wanted it, bobbing my head up and down his glistening, saliva coated shaft. He was moaning and groaning so loud I thought the whole bar could probably hear, not that I gave a shit at that point. I thought it was pretty hot blowing my guy in the men's room at the Jolly Roger. In fact, I was thinking, well partially anyway, that that might have been how Roger got so fucking Jolly.

I slipped my middle finger in between his buttocks and started tickling his little hole.

"Aw fuck, Kid, I'm gonna cum!" Dick did his absolute best to jam his whole cock down my throat and I did my absolute best to accommodate him.

He howled out loud like he was giving birth or something and jammed my face into his crotch. I penetrated his asshole with my middle finger and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and then he was squirting copious amounts of hot sticky, salty, bitter semen. I swallowed it all and stayed with him as his proud erection started to go soft.

Moments after he flopped from between my lips, he asked, "Would you mind if I pissed in your mouth, Kid?"

This was new ... this was definitely kinky. Maybe perverted. Actually, I wasn't sure of any distinction between the two terms.

"Why not?" I blurted and wrapped my swollen lips around his much-reduced dick and gazed worshipfully up at his scarred face.

I resumed sucking away at his reduced state while he relaxed sufficiently to expel the necessary urine to fill my mouth.

I kept expecting someone to thump on the bathroom door and ruin the moment, but we were left in peace just long enough. He closed his eyes and bit his lip and I let his soft dick rest on my tongue. Then I felt his balls twitch, and he let a squirt of piss out. I swallowed it hungrily. It was followed by another, stronger stream. Suddenly my mouth was full of his hot, salty piss, and I had to swallow fast and hard to keep up.

I'd never tasted piss before, not even my own – well there is the probability I did as a baby, but I doubt that counts. Anyway, I was relieved to find that it was non-disgusting, and easily digestible. Not exactly something I'd put on my breakfast cereal, but in the heat of the moment and fresh from the source, it certainly did the trick.

When he was finished, he withdrew his penis and I licked the last golden drops off the tip. Then he pulled his panties back up, buttoned his jeans, kissed me roughly on the lips, and we exited the men's room together.

I half-expected a standing ovation from the bar, but nobody was paying us any attention. They were all busy getting drunk. We freshened up our drinks, wine for me and beer for him.

"That was fucking awesome Kid. You wanna hang out here some more, or do you feel like coming over to my place?"

"You have etchings I might be interested in?' I asked just to be a wise-ass.