Following my February ice storm challenges in Texas, I decided that I needed some rest and relaxation. I was eager for some time near water where my sister declares I am the happiest. Biloxi had been recommended to me by a dear friend and I discovered that I could have a modest hotel stay right across the road from white, sandy beaches. There were even palm trees in the photos. The die was cast.
The weather was going to be in the 60’s and mostly sunny so I chose to have three days of pleasure and relaxation. From New Orleans, I took a two lane road that traversed multiple wetlands, bridges and islands. I was not surprised to observe that homes there were elevated 15 to 20 feet from the ground. I wondered how scary these places were when a hurricane arrived. I hoped that the people went to higher ground and didn’t remain for the storm.
I crossed the border from Louisiana to Mississippi without noting much change of scenery other than the small sign indicating my transfer of state. Another clue quickly arrived when I saw signs for the John C. Stennis Space center. Senator Stennis was a long time Mississippi statesman and upholder of the old Southern credo of white supremacy. I hadn’t known that NASA had a facility in Mississippi, but I was sure that it arrived due to the senator’s wrangling the funds. I wondered what the political trade off had been.
As I drove further into Mississippi, pine forests emerged and wetlands disappeared except near the signs of bayou boat tours. My two lane road merged onto a four lane highway that came off of the main interstate route. I hadn’t experienced many other vehicles on the two lane road, but civilization and mercantilism invaded my vision along with traffic. When seafood restaurants cropped up on the side of the road, I knew that I was getting close to the Gulf of Mexico. A high bridge took me across the Bay St. Louis and I dropped down into the true Mississippi Gulf coast environment.
Immediately, large modern homes on multi-acre sites, appeared on my left and white, sandy beaches cosseted my right side. It was cloudy and windy, but the water was a beautiful blue except for the white caps created by the breeze. Even with a grey sky, the beauty of the scene led me to say, “Wow,” multiple times. I was still 10 miles from my hotel, but I knew that I had chosen my location wisely.
I was surprised by two observations in the town of Gulfport. A Walmart and a large shopping center were directly across the road from the beach. There must have been homes that were purchased and destroyed to make way for these developments. I also observed a large cemetery and Veterans Retirement facility across from the beach. The veteran’s facility had a high metal stairway that crossed the highway so that people could safely access the beach. I wondered if it were also a physical therapy device since the retired people had to climb three floors up and down to use this staircase. It would have been a lot cheaper to install a traffic light. Perhaps accidents and lawyers had led to the creation of the staircase solution.
As I crossed into Biloxi from Gulfport, casinos with their attendant high rise hotels arose quickly. 20 story residences that were called “Clubs” also appeared to my left. Perhaps there was a zoning ordinance that allowed these buildings to exist. I was shocked to see that the casino parking lots were full of cars. Those must have been very unsafe environments for people during the Covid-19 crisis. I was happy that the casinos and hotels were to my left and that the white, sandy beaches on my right were only graced with palm trees, walkways and lighthouses.
My hotel was a good three star hotel and my window allowed me to see the beach and water across the street. My area also had very colorful beachy restaurants on the sandy side of the road. All of these buildings were elevated to protect them during a storm. Even the cement public restrooms were elevated and had metal stairways. There was a relatively new walkway made of recycled materials and I strolled along the one mile stretch, encountering a dozen or so maskless people. On the return walk, I took off my sandals and walked on the pure white sand which was soft and comforting on my feet. The water was warm enough for a knee deep walk and I was surprised by the absence of rocks and seashells. Cars still whizzed by on the road but it was as though we were in two different worlds having very different experiences of the water and sand.
At the end of my walk, I opted to take a rest on one of the many benches along the walkway. It was warm enough for me to remove my shirt so that I had on just shorts. People with and without dogs walked by as I sat enjoying the warmth of the sun on my body. I noted a young man in a khaki camouflage outfit approaching along the walkway. He had a small matching knapsack and no hat or mask. As he got closer, I noted the short light brown hair on his head and on his face. They seemed to be of equal length. Had I been able to undress him in my mind, I would have seen a hairy chest on this man who was in his late 20s.
I had been watching as a casual observer, but it may have been that he felt my energy scanning him. He stopped when he was right in front of me and turned to ask, “Do you work on motorcycles?” It was the first time that I had ever been asked that question and I asked him to repeat himself since I might have misheard him. When he kindly repeated himself and I answered in the negative he told me that I reminded him of a famous man on television who worked on cycles and had a moustache much like mine. This was a new cultural area for me, so the man went on to tell me about the show and how attractive the man was. I hadn’t been in this part of the South before and I wondered if this casual pick up of a conversation was normal.
The bench was big enough for both of us to sit but not six feet apart, so I didn’t invite him to join me in sitting. I asked if he were from the area and he affirmed with a pleasant smile. His bright white teeth were a big contrast against his tanned skin and brown facial hair. His smile provided a new attractiveness and I took pleasure in our continued conversation. I felt honored at the attention from this good looking young man. Did he have something in mind?
He had been working in one of the local restaurants but now that there was reduced activity, he only had part time work which allowed him to have his daily walk along the beach. It calmed his anxiety and helped him get through this difficult time. I told him about my living out of a suitcase and just traveling and he envied me that freedom to just move about. He too had a wanderlust but not the means to get very far.
As he became more comfortable in our conversation, I knew that he had an unasked question. “Have you used the elevated bathroom?” he asked nervously. When I indicated that I hadn’t he continued, “There’s a great view from up there. Come see,” he encouraged as he began walking in that direction, not waiting for a response. I decided that it would be an adventure and put on my sandals but not my shirt.
We climbed the metal staircase that took us about 15 feet higher and I discovered that he was indeed correct that the view from there was beautiful. I still made sure that we kept six feet apart but I sensed that soon we might be closer. He finally got brave enough to ask the question that had been on his mind from early on. “You look like you have a big cock. Can I see it?” At that point, I hoped that he would want to do more than see it. “If I show it to you, will you suck it?” “Oh yes,” came the welcome words as he flashed his attractive smile.
There weren’t any other people around so I knew that there would be privacy in the men’s room and we could easily hear anyone climbing the metal staircase. I put on my mask and we entered the safety of the private space. The cement didn’t go all the way to the roof, increasing the ventilation and my safety zone. The room was clean and didn’t have any unpleasant odors or debris.
The young man took a seat in one of the two metal stalls and I stood facing him. He used a strong hand to massage my cock through my denim shorts and it wasn’t long before he had aroused me to the halfway point. He made sounds of pleasure and anticipation which led me to drop my shorts to the floor. He quickly took me into his warm mouth while one hand cupped my shaved balls. His mouth was very warm and wet which led my shaft to reach out further to him. I used both hands to pull his head into my abdomen so that my dick could reach deeper into his mouth. His warmth and wetness were very satisfying on my shaft. His hair was soft and I enjoyed the stimulation of his smooth lips on my dick.
As my dick hardened fully, he slurped up and down using only a little pressure from his lips. I hadn’t orgasmed in a few days and I knew that I would have no difficulty filling this man’s mouth with my load. I was aroused by his eager sucking and I sensed that my arousal led him to intensify his sucking. He picked up the pace and increased the pressure of his lips as he pulled back. He used his tongue to swirl around the head of my dick and press into the opening. His hand tightened on my testicles and I reached my full seven inches of hard cock.
Neither of us spoke any words during our sexual encounter but both of us exhaled sounds of pleasure and approval. There was something very stimulating about getting a blow job in this semi-public space. The possibility of being observed increased the orgasmic potential in my mind. The nerve endings in my dick and brain were firing away with great pleasure and I wanted to keep on going, but I also didn’t want to get caught in the act.
We seemed to sense simultaneously that the climax was imminent as my shaft thickened in anticipation of the fluid release. The veins in my cock became prominent and I pumped harder into his mouth holding his head firmly as he gave himself over to my desire. He kept his hand firmly grasping my balls while the rest of him relaxed so as to swallow what I was about to provide. The head of my cock tingled with excitement letting me know that my orgasm was just seconds away.
I grasped his head tightly up against my body while my shaft pumped three full squirts of sperm deep into his accepting throat. I watched his eyes grow big with excitement as I filled his oral cavity full. I pulled back slightly so that he could swallow into his body the sperm that I had delivered. He had to breathe through his nose since his mouth was full of thick spent cock. He relaxed his grip on my balls and I pulled back to allow him some breathing room.
“Wow,” he exclaimed as I pulled out all of the way. “Yes, wow indeed,” I responded. In a more private setting, I might have offered to return the favor, but now that my needs were met, I was reluctant to stay exposed any longer. I reached down to pull up my shorts and put my athletic shirt back on my torso. “Thanks,” I offered with a smile as I turned to separate us from our sexual encounter. He didn’t respond and I couldn’t tell what was on his mind.
I didn’t feel any urge to ask my partner the kind of post coital questions that normally come to me. Perhaps that was related to the more public space and my unease at remaining with him in the men’s room. I didn’t return to my place on the bench but proceeded to my nearby hotel room. Although there was the pleasure of sexual release, I felt embarrassment and wanted the security and privacy of my room.