Bob Wheeler: The Crisco King

The restroom door closed behind me, and I looked quickly around. There was no one at the urinals or sinks, so I bent over to look under the stall doors. Empty. Suddenly the door swung open, and in walked a chubby older man. “Mmm,” I thought, “He’s cute.” I headed toward one of the sinks to wash my hands, never taking my eyes off of his reflection in the mirror. He looked at me, and gave me a very friendly head-nod. He went into one of the stalls and as he turned to close the door, he noticed that I was watching him. He nodded his head at me again, and locked the stall door behind him. I went into the stall beside his, and locked the door.