Well, here we are again. I'm sorry it has taken me so long this time to get the next installment in, but you know how things are sometimes....BUSY, busy. Once again I am amazed by the number of responses to the previous postings. It's surprising how many guys out there are in the same boat as I was/am: strong religious background, married, etc. And it is to those of us, deep in the closet, out there that I dedicate these stories.
Many of you are wanting a little more information on locale, etc., and said I should be more desriptive with my characters and so forth, so I will try to do better from now on. One guy even said something along the lines of: "tell us more about the cocks...I wanna hear about the cocks...were they cut, or uncut, how much foreskin, dark or light, markings, hair, etc., etc.!" I guess I don't really think of my stories as "erotica." I don't really classify them as that...they are more, in my mind, just a "walk down memory lane." I'm just trying to share some of my experiences with those of you guys out there who are interested and maybe will even benefit from them. I don't think of them as pornography. But for those of you who are jacking off to them (as you tell me you are), I will try to do better along those lines.
Also, many are asking if these experiences are true stories or fiction. For the most part, everything is real...and happened to me. Now, to be perfectly honest, there are "some" details that I change when I put them down in writing. For example, other than Mel in the first story, I have decided to change the names of the guys in the stories (to protect the innocent and all that crap). As I get nearer to the present day in my stories, I don't want some crazy ex-fuck coming after me or something. You're asking for some other details, also, that I just can't tell you. But I'll tell everything I think is safe to reveal. Some of you are telling me that you live near where this must have taken place, and you want details so you can visit the same places. Well, maybe I'll give more details later on, but for now, the stories are still set in my quiet, hometown, so I don't wanna get into too much.
I've also had one guy criticize my writing style, telling me that I'm trying to hard to sound like Mike, of the Some Public Sex series. To that I can only say, "SORRY!" (The previous was Sarcasm, by the way.) The way I write is "the way I write." I am not trying to sound like Mike, and if I do it's only because we have some similarities--it's nothing I'm going out of my way to do. By the way, where IS Mike nowadays? He had the greatest series ever posted on Nifty, in my opinion, but they've all been taken off the archive & I haven't seen anything from him anymore^ÅIf any of you have any news, let me know.
Ok...now all that's out of the way, we can get on with the story. As I said before, I grew up in a small town in central Florida, just south of Orlando, for those nosy ones of you. I told before of my firsttime experiences, of finding the grafitti on the restroom wall in the library and connecting with a guy named Mel, who for a couple of years, taught me some of the ropes, initiated me to gay sex, regardless of my young age. At the age of 16 I began expanding my horizons, due to the advent of my driver's license, which allowed me to get around much easier. I discovered the cruisy tearoom in the town shopping mall and began to experiment with the in's and out's of public sex. I met a guy named Jeff, by calling his beeper number, that was written on the bathroom wall, and told of my experiences with him in part 3.
I had been back to the restroom in the mall several times and had even got sucked myself a couple of times under the stalls, even though, however, I prefered to be the "sucker." Many various encounters happened during this time, and I won't even try to recall them all. But I soon became curious as to whether there were any other cruisy toilets in the mall. One day, I was off school for some reason, I decided to take the day and see what I could discover at the mall. I arrived at opening time and was surprised at all the old men in the mall. Now to a 16 year old, pretty much anyone over 20 seemed old, but I mean "old" men...retirees. They were thick in the mall. I found out they have some sort of walking club thing in the mall before it opens. These older people come early and walk around the inside perimeter of the mall, getting their exercise.
I waded through the sea of old people, not literally of course, and went in search of another main mall restroom, but found that the one I had already discovered was the only "mall" restroom. Our mall only had 3 other bigger stores in it, so I decided to try them too. I first tried Burdines. It was a small, old fashioned, dirty restroom. Walking in you have to turn left, and then you are facing just one stall, with 2 urinals to the left of it. On the left wall were 2 sinks. Now, even though I was not an expert tearoom-goer, yet, at this time, I could determine that this would not be a very good cruising room. With only one toilet you couldn't sit for any length of time waiting for someone to come along. Someone, who actually has to "go" to the restroom, may come in and need to use the stall. I suppose the restroom would be O.K. for a quick get-together, but it didn't look promising.
I moved on to J-Byrons. I don't even know if these are around anymore? I think they've closed the one in my hometown. Anyway, this was a newer store in the mall, and the restrooms were nice and clean and modern. There were 2 stalls--one regular and one handicapped--and one urinal. Someone was standing at the urinal, so I moved on to the regular stall, between the handicapped and the urinal, and took a seat. I had gotten a fairly good look at the guy at the urinal and he looked nice. He was about 28-30 years old, dark hair, slightly stocky, but not fat, and had on shorts and a polo shirt, tennis shoes and white socks. He looked like the usual married guy, dragged out for a day of shopping with his wife. I took a seat and began looking around the walls of the stall, to see if there was any graffiti. Seeing as how this was a fairly new store there was not anything written on the walls yet. Glancing over to my right, however, I saw a small hole, which had somehow been drilled in the stall wall. This was my first experience with a peephole. It was really small...about the size of those really small green peas. You could just barely see out of it, and even then you could only see what was directly in front of it...in order to see to the left or right or up or down, you had to scrunch down and move this way and that.
I looked through the hole and I could see the shorts of the guy at the urinal. Scrunching down, I could see his shirt tucked in. I moved to the left to see if I could see further to the right--maybe I could catch a glimpse of his cock while he was pissing. But he was standing real close to the urinal and his goods and his right hand were actually in the cavity of the urinal, so I couldn't see anything. Disappointed, I moved away from the hole to look around the walls again, and my eye caught a movement under the divider--his foot was moving slowly. I watched to see if he was just situating his foot, but shortly a full tap appeared with his foot. Then another tap. I waited a second and then tapped my foot once in reply. This caused him to begin tapping his foot up and down.
I quickly looked back out the peep hole, and I could see that he had backed up from the urinal one step. I could now see his hand firmly grasping his cock, but because I was looking from his right side, and he was using his right hand, I could just see the tip of his cock head peeking out of his clenched fist. As if he were reading my mind he switched hands and began stroking his cock with his left hand. He had a medium sized cock, I suppose, it seemed to be about 5 inches and about half-hard. He was very hairy. He pulled the front of his shirt up slightly, revealing a very hairy belly in the beginnings of a potbelly. He was a little overweight, but still was very sexy. His hair was so thick on his lower belly, that it blended right in with his pubic hair--you couldn't tell where the belly hair stopped and the pubic hair began. His balls were average size and were pulled up fairly close to his body. They also were covered with a thick covering of fur. His cock was dark colored--much darker than the surrounding skin. It was a medium brown color, although his skin (what you could see through the fur) was quite white. His cock, also, was heavily covered in the same fur as the rest of him. His cock still appeared to be only half-hard, but half of it was covered with brown, scraggly hair.
Back then, and even most of the time now, I try to keep my hair trimmed somewhat. Now, I'm not one of those who like to shave it ALL off! I don't like that look on me...but I have, however, seen some guys that it looks really appropriate. I think, for the most part, that it looks best on guys who are very slim, with very little body hair anyway. It kind of adds to the illusion that they are some sort of pre-pubescent, adolescent or something. But I'm stocky and tall...it never looked right on me. I do, however, keep my hair trimmed and shave my sack. I had sucked a few cocks, but none had as much hair as this guy. He seemed to be crawling in it. I wondered what his chest and the rest of him looked like.
I was amazed next at how big around this cock was. He had big, beefy hands, but even they could not reach all the way around the cock. It was almost as big as a coke can, it seemed, and it wasn't quite hard yet. He would give it a few pumps, all the way up and down, then let it flop down against his leg. He would pick it up again and stroke it, then let it flop down again. He seemed to enjoy showing it off for me...you could tell from his movements that he was proud of the big thing and wanted me to see it. He wasn't making any movement to go to the other stall, however, and there was only one urinal, but I wanted to get a taste of that thing. If I walked over to his urinal if someone came in they would surely see us. I wished he would come into the 2nd stall, but he didn't seem to be thinking along those lines.
Finally, I just HAD to have this guy, so I reached up and unlocked my stall door, which caused the door to swing in a few inches, on its own. I waited, watching him through the hole, to see if he would take the bait. He just stood there, stroking, for perhaps another minute, but he finally turned and started walking toward my stall door. As he appeared in front of me, he pushed the door the rest of the way open, and stood just outside it, stroking this big piece of meat, with a sly smile on his face. It's hard to remember if it's for real or just my imagination leaking into my memory, but I remember him as looking almost exactly like that actor that dated Elaine on the Seinfeld show...you know that big, stocky guy? He plays alot of cops and does the MandM commercials? Anyway...he was built the same as him, had the same coloring, height, and so forth. One of those guys that just seems to drip with masculinity--power and strength look like they are going to break forth at any moment. I just melted. I motioned him forward, to come into my stall, but he didn't move. I motioned again, but he just shook his head.
What was wrong with this guy? Did he want it sucked or not? I was getting frustrated now. Then, without saying anything, he took his right pointer finger and pointed at me, then pointed to the ground in front of him, then pointed to his cock. I guess he wanted me down on my knees and to come TO him, not the other way around. I felt a little nervous, but a thrill of excitement went through me as I moved to obey him. I liked being told what to do--him bossing me this way. I squatted on the bathroom floor, on my bare knees, and moved forward until I was face to face with his cock. It still wasn't fully hard and was flopping around as he stroked it. I eagerly moved forward to take the head into my mouth, but as I got within an inch of it, he yanked it up, exposing his hairy ballsack to my mouth. Disappointed, but still horny, I licked tentatively at his sack. It tasted clean and soapy and I could faintly taste the Irish Spring soap he must have used earlier that day. I can sense just a bit of the salty sweat that always collects on guys balls. I could feel the firmness of his balls in the sack, and licked around each of them, and underneath the sack itself. I was started to really get into it and really enjoyed the taste. I carefully took one of his balls into my mouth, then the other, and then tried to get both of them in. I must have squeezed them too tightly or something, for he jerked and pulled them out, continuing to stroke his own cock.
Right at that moment, we heard the door to the restroom start to open! He was standing right outside my stall door with his cock in his hand! I quickly pushed the door shut to my stall and the guy moved back to the urinal. The new guy coming in had to have seen my big guy coming from in front of my stall back over to the urinal, which was closer to the door. He HAD to have known something was going on...after all, WHY would someone be coming from the stalls and heading TO the urinal?
At any rate, the new guy came in, and since my stall and the urinal were taken he went ahead and took the last stall...the handicapped one. We all were real still as we were trying to figure out how long this new guy would take. The only problem with cruising is if you're standing at the urinals you can't stand there all day! At least with a stall, you can lock yourself in and pretty much sit as long as you want without anyone thinking anything. But if this new guy does his business, wipes, leaves and sees the urinal guy still standing there, he'll think something fishy is up. It looked like the urinal guy was going to have to leave real soon so it didn't look funny. But I wanted him so bad! I was so mad at this new guy for interrupting!
All of a sudden the new guy starting tapping his foot! I tapped back and he tapped back in response. I could hear the urinal guy starting to zip up, preparing to leave, so I opened my stall door again, peeked around the corner and motioned for him to come over. He came over, and I whispered that the guy in the next stall was O.K...that he was looking for "some" too. That seemed to reassure him enough...he must've been real horny himself, and out came that big, glorious cock again.
I was down on my knees in a jiffy, and took as much of the monster half-hard cock into my mouth as I could. I couldn't get very much of it into my mouth. The problem was that it wasn't real hard yet, and of course it was very big too! I've found that it's much easier to suck a hard cock than a half-hard cock. The ones that aren't really hard wiggle around too much or something? I pulled it out of my mouth and began licking the length of it, licking his ball sack again, then moving my tongue over his head. I could feel his cock hardening and lengthening under my mouth.
I began to wonder at the guy in the next stall...what was he thinking? As I continued to feast on this god-cock in front of me, I felt a hand begin to caress my bare butt cheek! My pants and underwear were pushed down around my ankles, and I was on my bare kneels on the tile floor. I glanced over, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that the guy next to me was down on his knees also, with his head down below the divider, watching the action and feeling up my ass. I went back to business on the cock in front of me. It was much harder now, and I closed my eyes and took it back into my mouth, taking as much as I could, as it was firming up inside my mouth. I sucked him for a couple more minutes, stroking it with one hand and sucking on the head, matching the rhythm of my strokes. I couldn't get my hand completely around the thing, it was so big! I couldn't imagine anyone, guy or girl, being able to get fucked by this thing!
It was then that it struck me how big this thing actually had gotten! I pulled off of it and held it out to look at it. I had my right fist around it, down at the base. I put my left hand around it, against my right fist, and there was still another fistfull sticking out the top! It was probably exactly the size around as a Coke can. I was amazed that cocks came this big! It was BY FAR the biggest cock I had ever seen! The guy attached to the cock had gotten a little tired of my staring at his cock, I guess, and pried my 2 hands off of it, grabbed the sides of my head, covering my ears, and guided his cock back into my mouth, shoving it in as he did so. I nearly gagged as he thrust half of this 11-12 incher into my mouth, and I struggled to be able to take as much of it as I could. Each time the cock would thrust back into my mouth I would try to relax my throat muscles to swallow as it invaded the back of my throat. After about 6 or 7 gags I was able to swallow more of it, getting it about 2/3 of the way. I kept trying to put my right hand up to grasp the root of the monster cock, to stroke it, so less of it would go in my mouth, but he kept swatting my hand away, and would then go back to holding the sides of my head.
His thrusts began to get even stronger and more forceful as he was face fucking me. I opened my throat to accomodate him the best I could and used my tongue to massage the underside of his cock as it passed. As I looked up I melted at the sight of this gorgeous hunk of man power taking me this way. Meanwhile the guy in the next stall hand one hand on my ass, trying to finger me with his pointer finger, and was stroking my 7 incher with his other hand. He must've had some sort of lube with him, because I was aware of him smearing something on my asshole. Then I was aware of a finger slowly fucking me up the ass, all the while I was feasting on the giant cock.
I gasped as the guy in the other stall suddenly added another finger and was now fucking me with both his index and middle fingers. At the same time I felt the giant above me begin to tense and speed up his thrusts. He moved his right hand to the back of my head, as it to steady it, and let him left arm dangle at his side, as he leaned back to get a good view of his cock being eaten. He let out a low moan and whispered, "I'm cumming," and shoved his cock into my mouth and throat, pumping his seed deep down my throat. He held it there for a moment, then pumped it in a couple more times, slowly, and then pulled out and walked over to the sinks, washed his hands, wiped himself off, zipped up and turned to leave. As his hand was on the door handle, he turned back toward me, as I was watching him leave, and gave me the "thumbs up" sign with his other hand, smiled, then opened the door and left.
I allowed my stall door to close, but did not get up off my knees yet, because the guy next to me was now fucking me forcefully with his 2 fingers. I was so excited from the experience, that I really began to get into it, although I don't usually like fingers up my ass. I would rather a guy that wants to fuck to just get to business. Don't finger me for a long time first...I guess it's the fingernails or something...it's sometimes just not comfortable.
He then pulled his fingers out and sat back down on his toilet. I thought maybe he had heard the door open or something, so I quickly moved back to my seat also. Not hearing anyone come in, I realized that he was standing up and pulling up his pants and opening his stall door. I peered at him through the crack in the stall and realized that he was moving over to the urinal. I guessed he wanted to move things there for easier access. The urinal has a wall on one side, and then on the other side is the divider wall for the stall which I was in. If someone came in the door, they would have to come in, and then turn around to see the urinal, so I guess you would have a second or two more warning, however, it would still look suspicious if someone came walking from the urinal and there was another guy already standing there.
I waited for about a minute to see what was going to happen, but, by this time, I was so hot and horny that I was about to bust. I pulled my pants up, zipped up and left my stall, walking over to the sinks to wash my hands, watching the guy at the urinal as I did so. He was facing the urinal and was obviously stroking his meat. I could tell that he was a businessman of some sort in dark grey slacks, long sleeve white dress shirt and tie. He was about 40 years old with black hair with some grey. I finished washing my hair, and as I was drying my hands, he turned around, facing straight out and showed me his cock. It was about 6 inches and medium thickness, and was surrounded by black hair. It was obvious that he didn't trim or shave any hair, but it was naturally neat and not overgrown like the previous guy. He was wearing paisley boxers and had his cock and average sized ballsack hanging out of the hole.
I walked over to him and the look on his face almost scared me, at the pure lust in his eyes. But it excited me also. When I was about an armlength away from him, he moved his hand up behind my head and pulled my head toward his forcefully, kissing me harshly on the mouth. It surprised me at first, and he was very rough, forcing his tongue into my mouth, engulfing my mouth and tongue with his. His free hand was behind me on my ass, and although I still had my pants zipped and closed, he was digging his hand into my asscrack, through my pants. I then felt him loosen my pants button and moved his hand back to my ass, this time pushing his hand down into my pants and underwear to touch my bare ass. He moved his fingers down and forced 2 fingers again into my asshole. I gasped, as it took my breath away, and I wasn't able to catch a good breath again with his face still on mine.
He then broke the kiss, reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube I had felt him use earlier, along with a condom. He broke the package and quickly put the condom on, and lubed up his dick. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by the hips and turned me around with my ass to him, and then reached around to the front of me, to finish unzipping my pants, and pulled them down. What was he doing? What if someone came in? My pants were around my knees, but his were still all the way up, with only his cock and balls hanging out of his fly. I was so horny after the previous monster cock and getting him off, however, that I just didn't care. I wanted this guy's cock and I wanted it now!
He put his hands back on my hips, bare now, and put the head of his cock at my asshole. He was a bit shorter than me, but he rested his chin on my right shoulder and whispered into my ear that he was "gonna fuck this sweet ass real good." He then grasped my hips and thrust himself into me, in one swift push. I gasped at the pain of it, and hurried to relax so the pain would subside quicker. He took one hand off my hip and, with it, pushed my head down, telling me to "bend over, slut!"
I bent over from the waist and rested my hands on either side of me--one hand on the tile wall, and the other on the stall divider to steady myself, as he began to fuck me. After a few thrusts the pain subsided and I began to enjoy the sensation in my ass. He even began to slap the sides of my ass cheeks, making a resounding noise in the tiled bathroom. I briefly thought that he should keep it quiet, someone would hear us, when he began to pick up his speed as his orgasm approached. He thrust into me hard, as deeply as he could and held it there for a couple seconds, hissing, "take it, pussy!" He pulled almost out and then shoved it in again to the hilt, once again holding it there and gasping. He thrust into me another 2 times, then he pulled me upright again, putting one arm around me under my arms and over my chest, pulling me back to him. He moved his right hand around and turned my whole body around, so that I was now facing the urinal. I put my arms on the wall above the urinal to steady myself, and he began to jack me off furiously with his right hand, while kissing my neck and telling me he wanted to "see my load, slut!" When I realized my orgasm was nearing, I whispered, "I'm coming!" and he began to pick up speed and began sucking on my neck. Right at the moment I came, as he was jacking my cock and it was spurting into the urinal, he bit me on the neck! What the...? It shocked me for a moment, but then my orgasm peaked again and I shot another 2 or 3 times into the urinal.
I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath and take it all in, as I heard him back up, pull his condom off and throw it in the trash, stuff himself back into his pants, and zip up. My pants were still around my ankles and I was now stroking my cock, squeezing the last drops of cum out of it. He came up behind me again, turned me toward him, and kissed me forcefully again, smiled, and left. I never saw him again. A few seconds later an old man came in the restroom. I bent over quickly to pull my pants up, but my underwear was pushed down also, and as I yanked my pants up quickly to cover myself, they wouldn't come up all the way, because they were catching on my underwear still down around my knees. As I was standing there, bent over toward the urinal, with my wet, lubed ass stuck out, the old man walked in! I hurried to fix myself, and glanced behind me to see the old man staring wide eyed at my bare ass! I pulled my underwear and then pants up, zipped and flushed, embarrassed and scared at what he would do or say. I heard him moving to the last stall and heard the door bounce shut. I moved to the sink to wash my hands and get my composure. As I was finishing, I glanced to his stall and saw him push his stall door open, revealing this old guy standing there with his scrawny, wrinkled cock hanging out!
I was surprised and think I even grinned, out of reassurance that he wasn't going to cause trouble. I wasn't at all attracted to him, but since he had caught me in my predicament, felt a bit beholden to him. So I walked over to his stall and began jacking his cock. It was small, and surrounded by pure white hairs, above and all over his ballsack. I didn't think it would get hard at all, but surprisingly, under my touch it stiffened almost immediately. He whispered, a bit loudly, probably because of his lack of hearing, that he wanted to see that ass again. I nodded and stepped into his large handicapped stall, allowing the door to swing shut behind me. I opened my pants, pushed them to my knees again, and turned slightly to allow him to see my ass. He asked, "did that guy leaving when I came in fuck you?" I nodded again. He said, "oh, my god," and began to jack his cock. He told me to turn around so my ass was facing him. I thought he wanted to fuck me too, but I wasn't really attracted to him, but why the hell not? Give the old guy some fun...Let him get a 16 year old ass, probably make his year...either that, or kill him!
I backed up to him, but he didn't move to fuck me. Instead he just continued to jack off, staring at my ass. I reached behind myself to nuzzle his balls with my hand, and he began to squirt. I was surprised at how much cum this guy had in there, but I guess even old guys can make good cum. He squirted his load right on my asshole and crack, and when finished, reached forward to massage my ass, his cum covering it. He said, "oh, my god, that was good!" and moved over to the toilet paper, giving me a wad to clean myself with. He wiped himself off very carefully with his own piece and then went over to the toilet, and pissed into it. He had to stand for a minute for the flow to start, while I was cleaning myself up. There was also a sink in the handicapped stall, that I hadn't realized was in there before. I got cleaned up, zipped up, and decided I'd better get out of there. I'd been in there too long. I decided to go get something to eat at the food court and then check out the last deparment store in the mall...Sears.
Next time: Sears bathroom! Wild!
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