Where's Willy?
Copyright 2008 Sebastian Fforde
(MM, oral)
This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading the kind of sexually explicit stories you might find on Nifty, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Chapter 2
I couldn't help thinking of that drive in theater where I had given my first blowjobs -- one to the anonymous Hispanic boy who was in search of Willy, and the other to my friend Kaleb.
I had known about men's room sex since I was a kid. I had always seen that kind of stuff on the toilet stall walls. I had seen guys show me their erect cocks at urinals but I was always too timid to do anything with them. A men's room seemed like a logical, if a bit risky, place for guys to meet for sex. But the abandoned drive-in was a surprise to me. Who would ever think of going THERE for sex? I guess Willy did.
I also thought back to those disgusting, cum-encrusted pages torn out of the porno magazine and pasted up on the wall of the concession stand with messages from Willy inviting men to stuff him with cock from both ends. What kind of life did Willy live, loitering around in such a lonely place wanting to be used in the most degrading way?
And where was Willy? Willy hadn't shown up when Kaleb and I were there, and Kaleb did admit to me he had gone to the drive-in several Saturdays in a row in hopes of actually encountering Willy, but the guy never showed up.
I was determined to go back there and find Willy. And if I didn't find Willy, I'd just have fun with the other guys that came around looking for him. I went back to the abandoned drive-in the following Saturday.
I waited inside the concession stand for a while, staring at the porn magazine pages stuck to the wall. As I examined them more closely, I realized that they had not been pasted up with chewing gum as I had originally thought. They were actually pasted onto the wall with dried cum. I was impressed -- it must have taken quite a few loads to get enough jizz to stick them onto the wall so well.
While I was looking at the porno pages, a middle-aged man peeked in the doorway.
He wasn't exactly my type -- I had been hoping for another young cutie like the Hispanic boy -- but he was a fairly decent-looking, average Joe type of guy. His looks kind of reminded me of the father of one of my friends. I wouldn't mind blowing him, I thought to myself.
The man looked at me, slightly confused. "Where's Willy?" he asked.
"I'm Willy," I smiled and walked over to him, ready to touch his crotch.
"Like hell you are! I know Willy and you aint him, so cut the crap!"
I was a little stunned. Apparently, not only had this man actually seen Willy, but he had most likely been blown by the guy a number of times.
"Okay, okay. I'm not Willy. I was waiting for Willy myself. But he never showed up."
The man looked disgusted. "Probably busy sniffing glue," he grunted.
Sniffing glue? Willy was starting to sound more and more unsavory to me.
"Well, since Willy isn't here, maybe I can suck you off," I suggested hopefully.
"Probably won't be as good as him, but all right. I'll let you suck it."
I remembered how much my knees had hurt from kneeling on the cement floor the first time I had sucked cock. This time I was a little smarter. I went over to the stained mattress in the corner and knelt on it, waiting for the man to come over to me. It was a good idea. I was much more comfortable and the mattress had raised me up a little bit so my head was perfectly at the man's crotch level.
The man had graying hair and a slight beer belly, and he really did remind me of somebody's dad. The thought of sucking off someone old enough to be my father started to turn me on. As I started rubbing his crotch, feeling the man's thickening bulge through his jeans, I couldn't help thinking of a porn website I had jerked off to a few times. I think it was called Dads and Lads or something like that. So in my head I had the fantasy that this man would be my `Daddy' for a few minutes.
I stroked the bulge in the man's crotch for a few minutes. He soon became irritated with my slow foreplay and quickly unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his jeans and started rubbing the crotch of his underwear in my face. His underwear smelled of piss. Apparently, this guy didn't change his underwear too often.
Very gently, I pulled at the elastic waistband of the older man's underwear. I could see the bush of wiry hair as I peeked down there. And there was his dick, hanging there like a lazy, fat, flesh-colored snake. Slowly, I slipped his undershorts down. There it was, a beautiful, thick, manly cock, big fat balls and plenty of dark, curly hair.
I enjoyed how full the man's cock felt in my hand as I planted a tiny kiss on the big fat head. I licked the piss slit a little before I opened my mouth wide to take him in as far as I could.
I got a good taste of dried sweat and piss. Now my own dick was hard as a rock. I wanted more. I picked up his dick and put it up flat against his belly, so I could lick the underside with long strokes from the balls to the head. His cock twitched. It was definitely starting to get hard.
I reveled in the salty tang as I licked and kissed the cockhead and felt him get harder in my hands. I began jacking him off with my lips wrapped around the head. The man pulled my hand away, grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick in as far as it would go. I choked, sputtered and dry-heaved, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
"Hey!" I yelped. "You're choking me!"
"Do you think I really care?" the man snarled. "Willy never seemed to mind getting choked with a big cock that much. Now open up and take my fuckin' cock down your throat!"
So there I was, kneeling on the mattress with my hands on my knees while this man who was old enough to be my father proceeded to face-fuck me hard. It was a lot more than I had bargained for.
"Now suck my balls," he commanded.
"Yes, sir." The man smiled a little when I said `sir'. I had figured that the man would enjoy that little touch of submissiveness, and I was right.
As I filled my mouth with the man's soft, tender scrotum, I felt overwhelmed. Even though the man was being very demanding and somewhat brutal in the way he used my mouth, I was surprised to find myself getting really aroused by his rough treatment. I don't think I ever felt my own cock so hard before.
The man pulled my head away from his balls. I opened my mouth wide to show I was ready to receive his cock again. He thrust it right in, my nose grinding against his pubic hair. I couldn't breathe. He held me there until he sensed I could take it no more. Out came his cock again. Then he shoved it back in.
The man thrust more violently than before, pulling his cock out almost all the way and then thrusting in as deep as it would go. I was gagging, choking, dry-heaving and tears were streaming down my face. But I was harder than ever and the man's thrusting gave me a pleasure that I had never before experienced: a pleasure of total subservience and helplessness as this stranger used my mouth for his own pleasure.
The man continued to face-rape me for some time. I passively allowed the man to have his way with me. I didn't even try to get my own cock out of my jeans. I was secretly thrilled to be completely submissive, servicing this older man.
Then all of a sudden the man groaned, pushed his cock as far down my throat as it would go, and held it there. Once again I was unable to breathe. I felt three quick squirts at the back of my throat, and I instinctively swallowed every drop of cum the man had to give me. He held his cock in my throat a bit longer than he really needed to; making sure every last drop went down my throat.
I was surprised to find myself having a spontaneous orgasm as the man held his cock to the back of my throat. Never before had I cum without even touching myself!
I felt the waves of pleasure run through my whole body just as if I had been jerking off. The man pulled his cock out of my throat and I gasped. I wasn't sure how long I had gone without breathing while the man pumped his load down my throat.
The man pulled some napkins out of his pocket and wiped my saliva off of his cock. He zipped up and looked at me. I was still kneeling on the mattress, gasping for air.
"You haven't been sucking cock very long, have you?"
"No sir. Yours is the third cock I've sucked."
"I could tell. So how much you want?"
I was confused. "How much of what?"
"Willy always asks for money afterwards. So how much you want?"
I felt insulted. I wasn't a prostitute, and I didn't want this guy to think I was! Still, if this guy gave Willy money, why not?
"How much does Willy charge?"
"Well that's the thing. Usually if a guy's hustling, he tells you up front. But not Willy. He won't tell you he's lookin' for money when he goes down on you. But after you cum he gives you all this horseshit about how he hasn't eaten all day and all that. Tries to make you feel guilty. I don't buy it, though. He's probably on welfare or SSI or something like that. And I'm pretty sure he spends all his money sniffing glue." "So how much do you usually give him?"
"Usually twenty bucks. But you don't suck nowhere near as good as Willy, so I'm only gonna give you ten."
"Thank you, sir."
I felt a little dirty when I took the money from the man. He left the concession stand without even saying goodbye to me. I guess there was nothing else to say once I had been paid. I wiped the sticky semen off of my lips and once again gazed at that demented porno collage on the wall.
What kind of life did Willy lead? He must have been very poor, homeless and probably on drugs. The man I had just serviced kept saying that he thought Willy was a glue sniffer. That must have meant he was too poor to even buy good weed to get high.
After I left the concession stand, I found myself thinking about Willy more and more. I really did feel bad for the guy who had to suck cock for drug money. It sounded like a miserable existence.
But still, there was something exciting and dangerous about what Willy had been doing. Willy had been submitting himself to men -- any man who was willing to go to that lonely place to meet him. Who knew how many cocks he had sucked, and how many times he had been fucked. He probably got a lot of sex, and some of the guys, like the Hispanic boy I met my first time there, were probably very sexy. Imagine an endless array of cocks to suck! My mouth watered at the thought of it.
The more I thought about it, the more I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go to the drive-in concession stand every Saturday and service whoever had come there looking for Willy. I wanted to become Willy.
To Be Continued
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