DFW Queer

There I was on a Monday morning at Dallas Love Field waiting on my connecting flight to KC. I had just finished my morning "breakfast". It was nasty! It was a dry, sausage and biscuit muffin. No cheese, no grease (sausage has gotta have a little), no nothing! It sucked. I got two of them and a drink for $8. I sat at a high chair/table and dug in. It really sucked! After I ate and killed time by looking around, and from time to time I'd stop to gaze at the TV at the bar. You know those airport bars/eaterys..........half was a Pizza Hut (I think) and the other half was a bar.

So I sat there thinking, looking, thinking, anticipating, wondering, regretting (my breakfast), pondering..............you know how my mind is extremely active right? If you've read my blog, you do know that.

So I was killing time, and I got a chance to overhear the bartender. She was a tall, lean older woman. She was extroverted and outspoken. She wasn't an asshole, but she wasn't the kind to hold back. She was one of those ones that you could hear talking b/c of the way she was. She was sociable but unrefined. I thought her cute in her own little way!

After a long wait, I decided to head to my gate. But first, I would check out the ever so accessible Hudson Newsstand! Hey, I wanted to see what kind of goodies where in the magazine articles. I checked out the covers.........especially the ones with hot looking girls. My, my, how that Anne Hathaway reminds me of........

I felt my bladder getting full and thought it wise to hit the men's room before my plane boarded. Those damn airplane bathrooms suck! So I make my way in the room and sure enough they have unwalled urinals. No biggie, so I walk up to it and tried to take care of business. Well, I was feeling unnerved when a little kid came to the mini urinal next to me. For the ladies reading this, in every men's room there is a urinal that is half as high as the rest for the handicapped and kids. There's ur lesson in excrement ergonomics.

So the kid looked up at me. I knew it b/c I could tell from the corner of my left eye. I didn't know to look back and smile or just mind my business by looking straight ahead. I felt weird, awkward. He kept looking at me, and all I could think of was "kid, get your ass out of here." I'm good to kids but give me a break, not at the urinal.

So the kid zips up and leaves. I still haven't let out a drop! Chucky boy made me nervous! So there I was concentrating. From the corner of my right eye, a shorter man comes in and pulls his ............ to drain. He was in uniform; he had the hat and burgandy shirt. I was a good bit taller than him......... After a while, I noticed how his head went from looking straight ahead to looking toward my direction. This was unnerving! First a kid was looking at me and now this middle aged Hispanic man. I'm not knocking him for I am Hispanic.

Then I noticed something different......way different........he looked down and bobbled his manhood! I dont know if he was trying to show off or just make sure every drop was out. Over the next minute, no one came in to the bathroom. No one! At least another four times, the man bobbled his pecker while looking at me! Mind you, I still have my prick in my hand and was keeping my gym bag behind me. I kept noticing him looking my way................I was beginning to sweat! What bathroom had I walked into? I finally had enough and looked right at him by turning my head. I looked right at him and he looked right back at me.

"Buenas," he said to me smiling. It means "good one", "good day", or "have a good one" in Spanish. He said this shit while bobbling his dick at me!

I just made a hideous face at him and turned around to view the wall in front of me, the ugly ass light green 60's wall. All I could think was.........."I'm so fucking embarassed! Oh my God!"

If the son of a bitch had touched me or leaned close to me, I would have fucking beat his face in! I would have lost my job for I was on travel status........I pictured dragging his ass into the toilet stall and leaving his ass there for near dead. I wouldn't kill him, but I would have freaked out on that little dude. Anyhow, after five minutes of being at the urinal and not shooting a squirt, I zipped up and washed my hands. I noticed that he had an apron on as I left; he was still at the urinal. I left and walked to the other end of the airport where I'd hook a left at the Corner of Chili's and something else to find another men's room. All I could think about was how I wished the man would wash his hands before going back to making burgers.

So I walked to the end. I found a potty room and took care of business. I was praying that I'd walk in the men's room and NOT find a queer man there. As I noticed that this one was occupied by the cleaning dudes, I locked myself into a stall. I would do my business in peace without harassment from any nearby queers!

So I relieved myself quite well ; ) I got up and left the bathroom. It was busy, and lots of people were around. I love airports! As I walked back to my gate, I was approaching the vicinity of where the other bathroom was. To my greatest fears, I noticed a little man walking away from me. It was the queer! His hands were in his pockets, and he was just strolling along. I noticed that he wasnt a cook, but a shoe shiner! As he began his stroll back to his pit, I looked away and pretended to not notice him. Sure enough, he noticed me. He just stared at me as I walked by! I could feel it for seconds on end. I walked within a few feet of him and I could see out of the corner of my eye that he looked up at me starring. I hated the feeling and wanted to ring his scrawny neck. Why not? I bench 250; this guy would be nothing.

I just walked on by and went to my gate. I sat down and looked around. No queer man around. Thankfully, my gate was far enough from his shoe shine pit. I kept looking and wondered if anyone knew what I knew. Did anyone notice a queer man looking at another man, me, in the bathroom? Everyone seemed into their own little thing..........I was good. I could relax. I couldn't wait until we boarded to get the hell out of this place!

As I sat there...........I wondered if the guy was queer or just checking on the competition? Guys will look at guys dicks, not b/c of queerdom, but to see how they stack up to the competition! Much like coaches scouting out opposing teams prior to the big game. LOL

I wondered....... Could it have been my attire. I was looking good if I say so myself. Grey slacks that hang good of my ass, a grape long sleeved shirt, nice burgandy leather shoes. I wasn't shabby! I really dont know!

For the male readers, beware of the little 5'5 hispanic man who shines shoes at Love Field! Dont hurt him, for he is God's child. But do avoid his ass like the Plague!

Have a good one, or as they say in Spanish...........Buenas!