This is based on a true story of consensual sex between males. Comments to dickstuffer@myself.com
For as long as I could remember, I'd always found men to be hot and sexy. For me, there was no contest between women and men: cocks and balls won hands down! I guess it's good that not all men feel as I do or else the planet would be deserted.
Here is a narrative of how I first became aware of the cocks of others. Also, this narrative occurs at the time of my puberty which occurred decades ago as I write this. In subsequent installments I will tell more adventures of "Men and Me" as I progressed through new experiences and new sexual discoveries.
I recall as a prepubescent youngster, quite innocently, using the restroom in a famous local department store. While peeing at the urinal, an older man entered and used a urinal two spaces to my right. He stood far enough back from the urinal so that I could see his cock. I was so surprised by him being unconcerned that his cock could be seen that I stared intently. I experienced sexual 'heat' in spite of having no pubic hair and being too young at the same to masturbate and cum. I recall this man's cock to this day. It is the first adult cock I'd seen 'in person'. I recall this occurrence as if it were a snapshot or small video in my mind. The man was in a business suit and must have been in his 30s,,,to me, an 'old' man' at that time. I recall that his cock looked long...about 6 inches in length. I could tell it was soft. His piss shot from the end of it as I watched. When his pissing ended, he seemed to stroke the shaft a bit to coax out the last drops of urine. I could see his hand squeeze the shaft a bit as he coaxed it. His cock looked very thick to me and, strangely, appeared to have hair growing along its shaft (I later realized it was long, bushy hair that came from his crotch and that the hair did not grow on the shaft itself.) I watched this as I peed and for a bit after I finished urinating. Then, feeling a bit nervous, I left the room. I left him standing at the urinal. I was waiting there for friends to find me and when they did, the man exited the restroom. At this time I didn't realize I was 'gay' but openly exclaimed to my friends that I had seen that man's cock in the restroom and went on to describe it to them. All of my friends (prepubescent males) were excited by my description of what I'd seen. All of us thought of it as something prurient and 'naughty' at the time but not gay in nature. To the best of my knowledge none of the friends who were there that day turned out to be gay.
Years later, I found out that this restroom was known as a cruisy 'viewing' spot. By this time, I had gone through puberty and was generally a horny teenager. I also realized that I preferred men and cocks to women and cunts. So, years later I went there again, alone, and managed to see some urinating cocks but didn't linger too long. It seems that if you lingered too long you might be intercepted by guards who patrolled the store and would surveil the restroom. This was before security cameras were common in public areas.
I'd learned of other restrooms like this one and would go there to do some 'sightseeing' of cocks.There were restrooms known for sightseeing in major train stations, some large libraries, some sporting arenas, and some other larger stores. I would go to these restrooms to see mens cocks.It was especially hot, to me, to see an older man's cock. To see the cock of a man of my father's age or older was particularly exciting. Strangely, I never had any incestuous feelings for males in my family, regardless of their age, so I don't know why I found these older men to be hotter but that's the way it was. These days I am of grandfather age and find men in my age group and no younger than 40 to be the hottest. Anyway, it was hot to know that he knew you were looking at his cock and sometimes he would stroke it as you watched. I would stroke my cock as he stroked his. He was as interested in watching me as I was in watching him. Sometimes, there would be men on both sides of me and each of us would obviously be looking at the other cocks and stroking. These restrooms weren't really 'tea rooms'. 'Tea rooms", I learned much later, were those restrooms where you could expect more than just viewing of cocks, but that's for another installment. These restrooms were known to attract guys who wanted to show their cocks and see the cocks of others.
There were times when all the urinals would be occupied by men showing their cocks to each other. Some would lean forward to look down the line at the cocks at the urinals. Some would step back a bit to give a better view. Some would leave to vacate a urinal. Some would come in just to pee and would be gone when finished. Those who came to truly empty their bladders would either stand very close to the urinal or position their hand so their cock could not be seen and leave, not to return that day, once their business was done. One or another who'd left a few minutes earlier would return and take his place at a vacant urinal. Also, if the time of day was not a busy time, some of us at the urinals would move to different urinals in order to get a good look at another cock. These, the rest of us knew, were exhibitors and voyeurs like the rest of us there. We would take turns exiting the restroom only to return again some minutes later for more viewing. For me, the exit was for various reasons.
I would exit the restroom because I needed to calm down and not cum from excitement. Sometimes, I would leave because I'd been standing there so long I needed to get the blood flowing in my legs again. Sometimes, I would leave and wait nearby the entrance to see any new faces that might come in. If I saw a man who interested me enter, I would re-enter the restroom in hopes of getting a look at his cock. Sometimes those who newly entered were there to piss. Sometimes, the new entrant who might have attracted me outside was just a pisser...who'd do his business and be gone. Others would be new exhibitors and voyeurs. Other times, I would get to see the cock of a hot man who'd just entered. This was in my early teen years when I'd come to know I was gay but had not yet had gay sex. This, at the time, was the most exciting sex (if you could call it that) that I'd had.
Of course, I frequented these 'viewing' rooms often. I loved to see cocks of others and was excited that others wanted to see my cock. In these viewing rooms, nothing more than viewing ever happened. Once, I made the mistake of trying to touch the hot cock of my urinal neighbor. My excitement got the best of me and I wanted to feel his cock in my hand and stroke it. He immediately covered his cock and shifted sideways away from me. This was my first lesson of the protocol in these viewing rooms. Unspoken, and yet followed by all, was the rule of no touching. I found this frustrating but learned to cope with it. After all, what alternative did I have? I wanted to see mature (and, unavoidably, some young) cocks and had to abide by this unspoken code of cock viewing. What I had presumed, unconsciously, turned out to be fact (I found out some time later): looking and gently stroking cock for others to see was as far as one could go in these viewing rooms. To touch another could be construed legally as something wholly different and carried more serious consequences. The belief was if a guy wanted to see my cock I could either let him or prevent it. Touching was something else altogether and none of us exhibitors and voyeurs wanted to suffer the consequences if an undercover cop happened to be one of the exhibitors (this was before the concept of police entrapment).
Nothing more ever happened. It was unsaid but understood that no one could touch another. It was purely 'eye candy'. Yet, this eye candy made me so hot. To see the cocks, in various states of excitement, of other men was truly exciting. I learned from these viewing rooms that there were differences in cocks. Cut cocks were the most popular and when I'd see an uncut cock with sliding skin it truly excited me. I felt my heart flutter and I would salivate and drool at the sights of these mature mens cocks. I noticed, also, that cocks could be of varying lengths and thicknesses. More about that in another installment.