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Jon
LATRINE NERD
by Jon Hold
jonhold@eudoramail.com
Introduction: This is part of a series of stories inspired by the drawings of the late Harry Bush. If you do not have the drawings in your collection, may I suggest that you expend some effort finding them on the web. We are not allowed to post pictures on the story sites, and I have NO other way of sending them to you. I guess the most succinct description of his drawings I can make is, HOT! Well worth collecting even if you don't like these stories. The first story in this series was (and is) "No Swimming". Each of the stories will take the title of the drawing as found on the web. These stories are my fantasies about Harry Bush's drawings, I hope you like them.
I was the nerd who hung around the latrine all day waiting for something to happen. I was a blond haired, fair skinned, corn fed country boy away from home for the first time. And it showed. I guess they invented the word, "bumpkin" just to describe me. What happened is, while I'm country dumb, I'm also book smart. Real smart. Smart enough that my local High School had no classes to offer me in my Senior year. The principal made arrangements for me to attend Honors Classes at one of the large High Schools in the city. Dad made arrangements for me to stay with his oldest sister and warned me about the big city and the city slickers. I could hardly wait to meet some.
My whole life I'd had to hide the fact that I was interested in men. Not girls. Not women. Not boys. MEN! Guys with hair and big dicks. Sure of themselves and ready to prove their manhood. I knew plenty of the strong, silent type, our county was full of them. What I didn't know was how to ask them if they wanted to fool around.
The bus trip to the city was pretty exciting, if uneventful. We left at dark and just about everyone on the bus went right to sleep. There was only about eight of us on the bus and the rest of them were sitting up front so I got to sit in back, eating the cold fried chicken Mom had sent with me and thinking about what might happen in the city. The strange thing was that this one guy had to go to the bathroom about a dozen times. Every time he came back to use the toilet, he'd smile and wink at me. I smiled and winked right back, but sure thought he was weird.
My aunt lived in a big old place her husband had left her right on the greenbelt running around the city. She mostly wanted to be left alone, so she let me move into the cottage behind her house by myself. She warned me that there was a park on the back side of her property and that some pretty strange people hung out there, so I'd probably better stay away. I quickly figured out which bus to take to school. I liked my classes, and most of my teachers were pretty cool, but the other kids just laughed at my accent and then ignored me. I guess that was OK. The new classes were hard and I had to study a lot anyway.
My second weekend in the cottage behind my aunts house was the first time I got to slow down enough to feel homesick. I don't like feeling blue, so I went for a walk. My wandering lead me to a hill that looked down on what could only be the park my aunt had warned me about. I hunkered down next to a bush and, effectively invisible, watched. I watched until after dark and got to my aunts house late for dinner. She just smiled when I told her I'd gone for a walk and reheated my dinner for me.
I was up bright and early Sunday morning. I showered, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, got dressed and was out of the house before milking time. I headed for my hiding place on the hill like a bee headed for a favorite flower patch. I watched all day long.
Seemed to me like nothing but men came to this park, and most all of them seemed to have to go to the latrine. I noticed that some of them went in and out time after time while some of them went in there and stayed, sometimes for hours at a time. It was pretty hard to figure out what they were doing. Some of the guys outside just sat in their cars. Some sat on benches or at the picnic tables. Some of the guys walked around and around, walking sort of funny and eyeballing each other. Sometimes one of them would follow some other guy into the latrine.
I got some pretty good fantasies going and whacked myself off three or four times, getting into a contest with myself to see how far I could shoot down the hill. It was a long walk back to my cottage, and I was one confused boy. I didn't get to sleep until I'd whacked myself enough times that the darn thing finally laid down and stayed down.
Monday was a "teachers education day", so I didn't have any school. I was off to the park at the crack of daylight. I sat on that cold hillside until the sun had things pretty warm. The park was deserted except for a family of squirrels feuding with a tribe of bluejays. I got pretty discouraged, but the deserted park let me work up the courage to go down and see what was so interesting about the cinder block latrine. The outside of the building was painted a yucky green that only government agencies seem to purchase. The concrete walkway led to a steel door guarded from view by a cinder block wall. It was dim inside, the only light coming from openings high in the walls. There were four booths and two stainless steel troughs. The walls were the same yucky green. The floor was dirty and had pools of water here and there. The whole place smelled of old piss and stale cum. I got a hard-on immediately.
I spent that morning sitting on the pot in the latrine. Reading the walls with their profusion of "witty" sayings, sexual come-ons, "call xxx-xxxx for a good time" listings and an amazing array of "art" work. When my ass would start aching I'd get up and walk around outside, looking to see if anyone at all was going to visit this public toilet on a Monday. Seemed like everyone was avoiding me on purpose.
That afternoon I stood in front of one of the troughs, unfastened my pants and pushed them partway down my thighs so it looked like I was peeing. I stood there for the longest time, playing with myself, peeing a little, and dreaming about what might happen if some big stud walked in and caught me at what I was doing.
The pee was just starting to flow again when the door creaked and was pushed open. Naturally, my pee shyness kicked in full force just before any pee actually came out of my dick. It burned like hell and made me feel like I was going to explode. I was hurtin', and embarrassed, but I took a quick peek over my shoulder. One look at the guy coming in made me gasp and hold my breath. The guy was pure stud. I'm six foot, so he had to be six - three, maybe six - four or five even. He was wearing a pair of white Levi's and a black sleeveless tank top with the word "TOPMAN' in white across the chest. My dick started getting hard.
The stud walked behind me to the other trough on the side wall. I watched him over my shoulder, paralyzed like a bird with a snake staring at it. Unable to move or run away.
He reached over with one of his big, powerful hands and gently caressed my buttocks. Feeling of them as if they were his personal property and he had a right to grab them any way or time. All I could do was blush bright red as my disobedient cock swooped up into a full erection and my butthole started to twitch.
This older man gave my butt a final pat and I watched the hard muscles flexing in his arms as he pulled all the buttons open on his Levi's and pushed them down to his knees. Slowly, ponderously, a heavy-headed mantool over a foot long swung up into view and I nearly passed out. The randy stud made no pretense as he stared right at my exposed ass with his randy tool leaking long silvery streamers into the stainless steel trough in front of him.
"Yeah! Nice ass!" he said, reaching for my butt again.
I flinched away from him when his hand touched my ass again. He slapped my ass, hard! "Hold still, boy! You don't tease a man with a cherry butt like than and then try to run away!"
I blushed even redder. What had I gotten myself into. I was at the mercy of this massively built stud and I was pretty sure he wasn't interested in mercy.
I flinched again and clamped my asscheeks together when I felt him probing for my butthole. That got my ass slapped REALLY hard and my head bounced against the painted cinder block wall as one big hand gripped the back of my head, pushing me forward as his other hand groped at my ass and he said, "Lean forward and give me some of that butt, boy. You know you've been wanting a man in there, so give it up."
My blush flared and spread down my face. I couldn't believe that this man was holding me and treating me like this. I started to struggle but he just forced my head harder into the cool wall and whacked my ass again, even harder. I was about to start crying when an unbelievable pain ripped through me as he jammed one of his fat fingers through my asshole and up inside of me. I went up on my toes and let out a screech of pain.
"Jeeze, boy. You really are a cherry bitch, aren't you! Well, it's about time you learned how to treat a man properly."
He grabbed the hair at the back of my head and jammed his finger even further up my ass. Pulled me away from the wall and frog-marched me down to the end toilet stall. He kicked the door open and pulled me into the stall after him. Before I could figure out what was going on he'd sat down on the stool and folded me in half across his lap, his hand holding me down with a fistful of hair and his huge, burning hot cock burning a path across my hairless, bare belly.
Before I could really react he pulled his finger out of my ass and started spanking me. It didn't matter how I struggled, or how loudly I yelled, screamed, threatened, begged or cried; he just kept spanking my ass until he had it more brightly burning red than my blush had ever been.
"You ready to quit teasing and take care of your man now, Boy?"
I'd have done anything by then to stop the brutal punishment my ass was taking so I quickly nodded 'Yes'. He immediately gave me five or six more really hard spanks, making sure I could feel them right through the pain I was already experiencing.
"I can't hear you, Boy!"
"Yes. I'll do anything. Just... Please, don't spank me any more."
That got me five more blistering hot ones.
"Yes, what, boy?"
My daddy didn't raise no dummies. I caught on right quick at this point. I was the boy. He was the man. He expected to be treated with respect. I was to treat him with respect or he was going to punish me until I did so properly.
"Yes, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir! Please, Sir... I'll do what ever you say, Sir. Please don't spank me any more, Sir!"
He pulled my head up and held me by the hair so he could stare right into my eyes. "That's better, boy. Let's try to remember our manners so we don't have to beat ass too often, what do ya say?"
"Yes, Sir! I'll be good, Sir. I promise, Sir!" I quickly agreed.
"That's better!" he growled. Then he lifted me off his lap by the hair on my head and stood up himself, all in one fluid, masculine, powerful movement. He jammed my face into the corner between the cold metal wall that held the cubicle door and the cool cement blocks of the outside wall.
"Keep your face in the corner, Boy!" Before I could reply he swatted my ass, "And gimme that ass boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" I quickly replied, pushing my ass back towards him, that being the only way I could think of to "give him" my ass.
"Good!" he said, rubbing my tender, burning ass with the roughness of his hot palm. "You learn quick, for a cherry boy!"
I couldn't understand how he knew I was a virgin, but I didn't think it was going to be a problem much longer. I felt him fumbling around behind me but was NOT about to take my face out of the corner to see what he was doing. He didn't keep me in suspense long though. I got the idea when I felt his hand swipe something greasy up the crack of my ass.
"Oh' God!" I thought. "He's going to fuck me with that monster cock of his! I'll never be able to take it! He'll kill me!!!"
I was panicked at the thought of the huge cock I'd seen ripping me apart. Just before I could make the mistake of trying to run away he moved up behind me. I could feel one hand guiding the enormity of his heated manhood up against my poor virgin poophole as his other hand took hold on my hip, keeping me in place.
"My cock is really too big for this, boy. But it's the only one we have available and you're just going to have to take it. No matter what I do, It's going to hurt you like hell, boy. So let's just get it in there as quickly as we can and get it over with. That way, you can adjust and we just might get a good fuck out of this after all. How's that sound?"
About ready to burst into tears, knowing that this was going to rip me open and that I was going to die at the hands of this powerful, monster cocked stallion; all I could do was try to hold back the tears and sob out, as bravely as possible, "Yes, Sir."
"Good, boy!" he said, patting my flank. "Now, push down as hard as you can. Like you have to shit out the biggest mass of constipation you've ever had!"
I did get constipated a lot, so I knew what he meant. I arched my butt up and pushed down for all I was worth. I felt the insides of my asshole push backwards and cover the beginning of the head of the massive weight of heated man meat.
"Good boy!" He said, both hands grabbing my hips, pulling me back onto him as he thrust forward with all the Herculean power at his command.
I howled as I felt myself opening dreadfully to accommodate the ponderous girth I was being assailed with. I knew it was hurting, so I screamed. And it was hurting, and it was feeling more wonderful than anything that had ever happened to me in my life. I kept screaming, but only because it made my rape feel even better. This muscular, handsome, authoritative man was guiding me, helping me to become what I really wanted to be. A boy for the man of my dreams. A boy able to attract and satisfy a real man. Not one of the callow boys I'd been watching in the school showers. A real man. A he-man. A man's man. AND HE WANTED ME!
I pushed back harder and gloried in the powerful thrust of his hips that slammed his cock so completely inside of me that his pubic hair was scrubbing the taut ring of my impossibly stretched ass ring.
"Fuck me, Sir!. Use me. Please use me for what you need, Sir. Fuck me as hard as you want, Sir. I need you to fuck me, Sir. Please fuck my virgin ass, Sir. Fuck me hard, Sir. Make me never forget you, Sir. Make me want you forever, Sir." Begging, screaming, forcing my ass back over his pounding piston, sucking as hard as possible at his shit-slick cock as he pulled back so that he could slam as hard as possible back into me, I cried at the immensity of the pleasure that was tearing me apart.
He forgot whatever kindness he may have intended to do me. Spreading my feet with his legs, his fingers sought my tender little-boy nipples and tore and pulled and twisted at them as his arms held me in place so he could fuck my ass with total abandon.
Nothing that intense could last long and we both cried out as I felt him swell even bigger inside of me, tearing my skin, his last few fuck strokes lubricated by my blood as he began lubricating my insides with the essence of his masculinity.
He leaned the solid weight of his body against me, holding us both up as we struggled to recapture our breath, dazed by the awesome encounter that was now, like it or not, over.
He backed up and I felt the heavy mass of his cock slither out of me like the biggest turd I could ever hope to shit out. Electric shocks spiked throughout my body and I wanted to never completely lose the feeling of the unbelievable boy pleaser. I cried out like a lost soul as the last of him dropped from my gapping asshole.
He started to pull his pants up and slapped me in the back of the head when I tried to look out of the corner.
Fastening his pants and giving me a final swat on the ass, he ordered, "Be here Friday night with whatever you need to spend the weekend at my place. Don't bother bringing any extra clothes, you won't be needing them."
With that he walked away. He opened the outside door but stopped before leaving, "Oh, yeah! And your Dad says he wants his electric razor back!"