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Splooge Patrol
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It had been many years since I had a full time lover, and in recent years I only had a couple of encounters with some j/o partners, so this past September, the day after "Labor Day", I went on what I call a "Splooge Patrol", something I had tried once before with no success.
What i did was i visited five different Public but somewhat discreet Men's Rooms in various places: The Senior Center, a Bowling Alley, a Mini-Golf, a large Thrift Shop, a Dollar Store, and a small Public Library. I wasn't wearing any of my fem stuff, just being a regular guy as I went place to place. In each stall I visited, I would jerk off and leave the biggest splooge of cum on the wall that I could, and then i would leave some initials with my Sharpie pen. All in all, this endeavor took about 5 hours; the various places spread out, but all within a 15-20 minute drive from my apartment complex.
As you might have already guessed, the whole point of this excercise was to send a signal, to let some other horny stranger know that there was the potential to find a jerk-off partner for real.
Several hours later I revisited a few of them. The Senior Center one was wiped clean, the Bowling Alley one had a crude cartoon dick drawn next to the Splooge stain, with a little smiley next to it, the Library one had been cleaned, but poorly...in fact it appeared that maybe there had been an additional Splooge stain right next to it, and they'd both been wiped up. I checked out all the places again over the next couple of days, but other than the little Library, there didn't appear to be any promising responses to my message. It was disappointing, but I guess I really hadn't been expecting much since, as I said earlier, I had tried this once before with no results.
So this had all started on a Tuesday, and it was the following Sunday that my washing machine broke. Of all the repair places I called, the soonest anyone could even come and look at it was another whole week. I searched around and found a laundromat just one town over that opened real early, at 6 a.m..
I got to the laundromat @ 6:30 and there were just two people there, a woman who was folding up some items and an old guy who was the Manager/Owner of the place. I stuffed my clothes in a washer and was just hanging around, started up some small chat with the old guy when I realized that I had recognized him - many, many years ago he worked in the Paint Department at the local Sears, and I had worked in the warehouse there one summer. "Carl". We'd never had occasion to interact much back then, but, here we were, both reminiscing about some of the characters who had worked at Sears while we were both there.
After little while, the other customer had left, and it was time for me to throw my stuff in one of the dryers. i went off to use the Men's Room. I went in, there was a sink, a urinal, and a stall, so being a sissy at heart, I went to use the stall so I could sit down and pee. Naturally I was instantly horny and I was thinking to myself that it was a lucky thing that I'd never thought to jerk off and leave a splooge stain in this stall because Carl would have easily deduced that it was me, and just as I was sitting there thinking this I heard the Men's Room door open, then close, and then what sounded like a latch. It was the old guy Carl. He said "Now young man, it was so nice to see you again, I'm surprised you didn't recognize me last week...at the Library." (!)
Now my mind was racing, I was genuinely panicked...Yes, I remembered there were some folks at the Library, but I had been trying to be discreet and wasn't exactly scoping out the people there, and then he said "If you're planning on making a little mess in there, you should let me in to help you". I was beet red-faced, I sheepishly bleeted "That wasn't me!", and he said "I know it was, you don't need to be afraid, I've locked up the store but can only stay closed for 30 minutes, so why don't you open this door and let me in." After what seemed like a really long few seconds, I unlatched the stall door, and Carl came in and closed the door behind him. I was standing there, my pants down below my knees, and he said "Show me how you like to stroke that cock of yours" and so I started tugging myself and he said "That's soo good, turn around and face the wall" and so I did, and he was right behind me, reaching around and jerking me. I was whimpering and moaning as i felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, his head was almost on my shoulder as he was talking in my ear "Oh yes, you're a good little jerk-off boy. I knew it when I saw the cum at the Senior Center, then when I saw you later at the Library I was certain it was you, you like to cum a lot don't you?" and he was fondling my ass with his free hand and I was just freaking, especially when he started fingering my taint and massaging it.
I was in such a state, so horned up, under his control, I just had to whisper it out loud: "I love getting dolled up, I'd love to dress and be a sissy slut for you''' and he said "Yes, we can find a way to do that, I bet you'd love some cock right here..." as he was lightly fingering around my sissy bum hole. I instantly blew the biggest splooge load on the wall, it was just heavenly. He said "Good job" and I didn't know what to say, I was just so fucked up...I remember I kept saying "Sorry" as I wiped up the cum on the wall and floor.
Carl told me he closed early on Thursdays, at 7 p.m., so if I'd like to bring some things to wear, I could come by around 7:30...I told him I couldn't do it that Thursday due to another commitment, but that I'd keep my Thursday eves clear from then on. We exchanged numbers. We met a few more times before we finally got to that Thursday evening when I could come over. That was something else altogether, which I guess I'll have to expound upon later, now that I've transcribed this much.
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Posted on : Jan 6, 2026
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Commented on Jan 8, 2026
Very hot
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Commented on Jan 8, 2026
You HAVE to tell us the rest...please!
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