She pulled me into a stall in the women's room, locked the door by wrapping her arms around me, and pressing her firm small breasts against me. ...She then sat down and furiously tugged and worked at opening my pants, I moved my hands in to help her efforts, and she quickly sat back pulling her hands away, and just stared at me. "You come now," she repeated, this time it was definitely a demand, and she motioned for me to jack off for her with a loosely closed fist and a little wrist movement.. I saw a hometown restaurant with a really catchy sign like a movie theater. The sign said, 'breakfast special every day ... even today.'I found that a very witty idea, so I stopped the trike. I sat at the counter, since the place was full and I didn't want to take up a whole table just for me."What'll it be?' the young black woman asked."I think I'll just have your breakfast special," I answered."You want bacon or sausage?" she asked."Sausage sounds good," and it did sound good. I actually knew. Both of were tired and when I woke up it was morning Rimmi was sitting on the bed by the pillow and was watching TV in a low voice so as not to disturb me. I was completely nude and she had put on her same dress as there was nothing else to change. On seeing her I again got an erection. There was this blanket covering my lower half of the body. I looked at Rimmi. She also looked at me and did not say a word. She looked puzzled. I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She resisted a bit and. None of them had the kind of explicit detail of my hetero stories or for that matter my lesbian stories, and I shied away because I just didn't know how to write something that wouldn't sound stilted or silly. His stories were certainly convincing in that regard.And even though I didn't feel any great need to write male on male erotica, the fact that I hadn't been able to now grated on me, almost as much as his casual assumption that it came from some lack of confidence or ability on my part..