Well, here we are again. I have to admit I never believed my little story would ever get posted on the Nifty page. I was flabbergasted to sign on this morning and find an e-mail from the Nifty guy stating that my story was posted. How exciting! Now I'm a world famous author! Funny, I don't feel any different.
Let's see...last time I told you about my very first time experience. It was a little rambly, so from here on out I'll try to get more to the point. Thanks, by the way, to all of you who have e-mailed about the story...keep it up!
As I told you, Mel was my first time, my second time, third time and so forth for a couple years. I first played with him at age 13, first got fucked at age 14. Something about Mel, though, was that he was really small...only about 4 inches I'd say, and not very thick. His cock certainly wasn't very challenging, but for a young kid just learning to get fucked, it was great. By the way, if any of you know Mel, I'd like to say "hey" to him again sometime. I was just back visiting my parents in my hometown (in central FL--near Lakeland) a month ago, and I drove past Mel's house...but there were tricycles and stuff in the yard, so I guess Mel's moved on...Too bad!
I was pretty satisfied with Mel for a couple years, but then something happened to me that happens to ALOT of kids around the age of 16.......I GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!! That driver's license opened up scores of additional possibilities for places to meet guys. Mel had told me of some places around town where I could meet guys, but they were all too far for me to go by foot or on my bike.
The Mall was one of the places Mel had recommended. He didn't tell me where to go, he said to find it on your own...that was part of the fun. So, I got busy. Did I ever!
First I found the main Mall restroom. It was a small restroom for one that was the only restroom for the Mall. Of course, there were others in the individual department stores, but this was the only one in the Mall itself. It had 3 urinals lined up next to each other, with no partitions, and then 2 stalls for toilets.
Maybe I should point out something first. I forgot to mention that while working at the library I found a book by an author named Edmund White. It is called The Beautiful Room is Empty. It is sort of an autobiographical accounting of White's early life. Him starting out as a writer and starting out as a gay man...discovering himself, playing in public restrooms, gloryholes, etc. It is from the great Mr. White that I learned what a tearoom is, what the procedures are and so forth. You may ask, "what's so complicated?" Well, I don't know, I guess it's not all that complicated, but I've always been one of those guys that never jumped into anything too quickly. I always wanted to know what I was doing first. Hell, look...it took me practically a year to actually meet Mel!
Back to the Mall: I entered the mall restroom. Surveyed the specs of it. Certainly I had been in it several times in my lifetime, but had never looked at it through the eyes of a cruiser! I went ahead and took the stall farthest from the door, sat down and waited. While I was waiting I looked over the walls for anything interesting to read.
I didn't have long to wait. The door opened and in walked someone. I should point out to those of you not familiar with tearoom sex, that you can see pretty much of what you want to see through the cracks between the stall walls and the door, and under the walls at the feet of people. It was an old man...yuck! I waited...he pissed at the urinal and then took off. A minute or so later in walked someone else. I focused through the crack in the door on the mirror above the sinks opposite, so I could see the reflection of who it was.
My heart started pounding...this guy was beautiful! He was about 22, 5'11", dark hair, little longish, hanging in his eyes real sexy, dark eyes and eyebrows. Real fit build, not muscular, but real nice. He was dressed in dark pants, white shirt and a tie. He had a name tag on. I figured he worked at one of the stores.
He came in kinda slow, walked over toward the urinals, then stopped, turned, and walked to the open stall, closed the door and took a seat. I was dying! My heart was pounding like crazy...I was scared to death...and yet, funny enough, turned on like crazy. I leaned down slightly so I could see his hands pushing his pants down around his ankles, followed by his underwear. Both his hands and legs were very tan, hairy & extremely sexy to me.
He pushed his pants down as far as they would go, brought his heels together and spread his legs. I just watched, unsure what to do. After about a minute he tapped his foot one time. I pushed my foot over a bit toward him and tapped once. Then he tapped twice. I replied likewise. Then he tapped 3 times. I started to tap in return, but he didn't even give me the chance. Before I was to 2, he stood up, turned toward me and (break....sorry, my wife called...wants me to pick up a loaf of bread on my way home tonite. Yes, guys, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm married...how did this happen, you ask? Well, keep reading these stories, maybe if I get to like the 20th installment, I'll get that far) Back to the MALL:
He stood up, turned toward me and dropped to his knees! My god, I thought! I wasn't expecting to get one so quick, but here it was! All the while I was staring at this beautiful god, thinking all this crap to myself, and I realized, Hey, dummy, this guy is down on the floor for you! Get down there and do something about it! I got down on my knees and looked under the stall wall. I could see his legs, then ducking my head further I could see his cock. It was about 7 inches, average thickness, cut, average balls. I reached under and touched it, feeling the length of it, caressing his balls.
More than anything at that moment I wanted to get my mouth around it. He was too far back in his stall for that to happen, however, so I motioned with my hand for him to scoot closer toward me. He shuffled forward, coming closer, until his legs were under the stall wall & in my stall and his belly & chest were pressed up against the wall on his side. His cock and balls were now dangling out at me.
I moved forward, feeling his beautiful legs. I was practically shaking from nervousness. I moved my hand up, cupping his balls & then jacking his cock. I leaned over & took his cock into my mouth. The smell of his cologne was wonderful. He smelled manly, clean, soapy, and fresh. I sucked on his cockhead tentatively, at first. Then I started taking more of it into my mouth, using my tongue on the underside to lick it like a lollipop as I moved up and down on the length of it. As I sucked more I was able to allow my throat to open up more and take more of him in. Up until this time I had onl sucked Mel, who was "cock length challenged," shall we say. I finally was able to take all of him in, and had my nose buried in his wonderful pubic hairs.
I pulled off then, licked his cockhead and turned my attention to his balls, licking first the sack & then taking each of them, in turn, into my mouth, to move around gently. Then I went back to his cock and began sucking it more furtively now, harder, up and down. He began pushing forward to meet the thrusts of my head and throat coming down as he pushed up. He was pushing with his whole body into me...I could feel the stall wall shaking above me. Finally he began breathing hard and grunting from the opposite side of the wall, and I could feel his cock getting harder and larger in my mouth. His cock head seemed to double in size as he began pumping his cum into my mouth.
Now, I've heard guys say "he was shooting his hot seed into my mouth," but truthfully this guy's cum wasn't very hot. It wasn't really even warm. It was cool. I remember thinking that as he shot into me. It's funny the things you remember back aways. I was 16 then and am 27 now...wow, 11 years have gone quick!
As he finished cumming, I could sense his whole body relaxing and settling back down. His cock, almost immediately, lost about 1/4 of its hardness, while still in my mouth. I pulled back until just the head was still in my mouth, giving me room to swallow his load, and I then cleaned the length of his cock with my mouth, licking it with my tongue as I was finished. I was taking my time, and remember thinking at the time that it had been awhile and someone else might come in, but I was enjoying myself too much on this god's body.
Finally I pulled off of him and moved back. He popped up, and sat back on the toilet. I could hear him pull toilet paper off the roll (to clean himself, I presume), then he stood again, pulled up his pants, situated himself & walked out of the stall. He walked over to the sinks and began washing his hands. I was watching his face the whole time. God! I couldn't believe how cute he was! I was very insecure about myself and my own body at the time, so I was just amazed that I had gotten to touch this guy, who was to me, at the time, a perfect ten. He turned to dry his hands, and as he moved to leave, he stopped, turned toward my stall and gave me a smile and a wink through the crack in the door! I melted!
I sat there, calming my heart down, and stroking my own hard cock slowly and quietly, when 3 more men came in together. They were all old guys and must've been together. 2 of them went to the urinals, but one of them went to the empty stall, unfortunately he just stood at the toilet, urinating. They soon left, and I settled back to wait for a bit more, as I had another hour before I needed to be home.
I didn't have long to wait again. A man came in this time, about 35ish, I suppose, wearing jeans, boots and a red plaid shirt. He was built very well, obviously worked out. He went over to the stall, slammed the door shut and sat down. I eagerly awaited what would come of this, but was disappointed as I could hear noises that he was "taking a dump." I sat back, giving up on him for the moment, wishing he would hurry, so it would free up the stall for another of my customers.
He soon finished, used the toilet paper, as I could hear. Flushed a couple times, but then settled back into the seat. What? Guy, if you're done, then get out of here! What's up? Then I thought, shit! Maybe he's looking for some too. And I looked down, and sure enough he was tapping his boot! He was tapping, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...etc...Nothing like the book said one tap, followed by one tap, two by two and three by three. I moved my foot over so he could see it and tapped once. Sure enough, that was all he needed to see. He was immediately down on the floor, and unlike the previous guy, didn't wait for me to motion him forward, he stuck his legs and cock right under the wall.
I bounced off my seat onto the floor and knelt down to take this new cock. He was very fit and muscular. His legs looked very powerful. He was very white, however, and his leg hairs were very blond. He had dark blond pubic hairs and smelled slightly sweaty. His cock was, at this point, semi-hard and about 6 inches long with a huge mushroom cockhead. I leaned down, picking up the cock with my hand and putting the head in my mouth. God! The head was huge close up! I had to stretch my mouth to fit it! I finally got it all in and started up and down on the cock. His cock was growing as I was sucking and I could feel it harden to its capacity in my mouth and under my hand. I pulled off to survey the monster and found that it was a good 2 inches longer, at least, than my 7 incher and much bigger around.
Wide eyed, I went back to business on his cock, stroking it with my right hand as my mouth bobbed at the top. I stroked it, matching time to my sucking. After not much time he erupted. And "erupt" IS definitely the word for it. His first shot nearly drowned me, as it took me unawares. I wasn't expecting it so soon. But I quickly recovered and made room in my mouth to take the rest of his load. Unlike the earlier guy, he didn't let me linger over his cock, but rather, as soon as his last shot was out, yanked it out of my mouth, stood up, pulled up his pants and marched out of the restroom, like he was off to a fire or something. He was very butch and had had a wedding ring. Probably some married guy whose wife wouldn't blow him. Then he gets feeling guilty afterwards and takes off quick. If only he would've known I was only 16! What would he have thought then!
I realized that by this time I should start getting home, so I sat back down at the stall, and started jacking my now very hard 7 incher. It took me only about a minute to bring myself to orgasm, fantasizing about kissing the first guy full on the lips while the 2nd guy fucked me up the ass from behind. I pulled my feet back under the toilet and jerked my cock forward as I came, shooting my cum out across the stall, the first jet hitting the stall door in front of me, and the following shots falling on the floor short of the door.
I wiped up, stood up, pulled up my pants and started to leave, when I realized I hadn't yet read the writing on the walls. There wasn't alot, but I had noticed it earlier and had not yet had time to read it. I saw 3 phone numbers of guys looking for "action" or wanting to "suck cock" and wrote them down on a piece of toilet paper with a pen I had brought for that purpose. I then moved to the other stall and checked the walls for grafitti also. The same three were duplicated in this stall, but I found one other also, writing it down too. Maybe I'd try calling them and see what cums up?
Well, that's all for this time. Be sure to write and tell me what you think. By the way, I'm not making any of this up...it's all real stuff that happened to me. Write and tell me some of your experiences. And, if you haven't yet, be SURE to get by and read the "Public Sex" series by Mike that was posted on here! Fantastic stuff! Bye for now!
Richie WHaubFLguy@yahoo.com