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Mark Stevens
Dear Readers,
Cole is such a flirt, a tease, and yet, he seems to be really kind hearted. Because his character is always entertaining to be around, I wanted to get to know him a little better. As a result, the next few chapters will tell us what Cole's life was like before moving into the Community. I hope you enjoy the interlude. As always, I love hearing back from you guys.
Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
Cole's Story Part One
Cole exited the mall and slowly walked home. The cold February wind blasted around him, but he was oblivious to the fact. It was Friday night, and he had spent the evening doing what he liked to do best – sucking cock. His mind went back to the previous year, and he remembered his first experience.
A year ago he had accidentally discovered something about one of the mall restrooms. Having purchased a video game in one of the stores, he had decided to take a piss before returning home. A sign on the wall pointed the way to a restroom. A short hall connected up with the main walkway, and the restroom was at the very end. He stuffed the bag containing his game in his coat pocket and pushed the heavy metal door open. When he stepped inside the room, he heard feet shuffling and noise coming from the stalls. He looked around and discovered the door to every stall shut. Looking below each one, he could see two sets of feet.
"What the hell?" he thought.
Cole had been in many restrooms during his fifteen years, but this was a first for him. Shaking his head, he walked up to one of the urinals and pulled his dick out. He sighed as he closed his eyes and unloaded his bladder. A movement beside him caught his attention. He opened his eyes and discovered an older man standing at the next urinal.
"Hey," the man greeted and grinned.
Cole momentarily froze. Then he hesitantly said, "Hi."
He watched as the man began stroking his cock. The stranger continued jacking but didn't speak. "What the fuck?" Cole thought. When his bladder was empty, Cole didn't tuck his cock back inside his pants. Instead, he left his fingers wrapped around the shaft and just stood there quietly.
"You're awfully hairy," the stranger said. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Wow. Fifteen? I would have guessed you to be at least eighteen."
Cole couldn't miss the fact that the stranger's dick was now hard. Unlike Cole, who had unsnapped his jeans and pulled them and his shorts down below his balls, the man had unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out between the teeth of the zipper. Cole felt his cock growing.
"Nice cock," the stranger complimented.
"Thanks – I think."
"Trust me, kid, if you are only fifteen, you've got one hell of a fuck stick."
The man reached a hand over and asked, "Can I feel it?"
Cole felt his heart race as he gave a nod with his head. Feeling another man's hand on his dick made him feel lightheaded. When the stranger made a fist and began stroking him, Cole knew he was going to die. The man's touch caused him to shiver.
The man eyed his dick and asked Cole if he'd like to touch it.
Finding it very difficult to breathe, Cole watched his hand stretch out until it reached the man's hard cock. The man's shaft was thicker than Cole's, and a wide vein ran the full length of it. Not exactly sure what to do, Cole made a fist around the stranger's cock and felt it jerk between his fingers.
A door to one of the stalls suddenly opened, and two men stepped out into the room. As they passed Cole and the stranger, one of them gave a cheeky grin and said, "There's a vacancy if you guys are interested."
The man eyed Cole and cocked his head toward the empty stall. "Interested?"
When Cole hesitated, the man said, "Shit, you're green, aren't you?"
Cole couldn't find the words so he gave a head nod. He was suddenly embarrassed.
The man stepped back from the urinal. His cock was still hard and jerking back and forth between the zipper teeth. "Let me show you what to do."
Feeling like he had suddenly entered another universe, Cole let the man pull him toward the empty stall. He was so caught up with the situation that he was completely unaware of the action coming from the other three stalls. He followed the man into the stall and watched him pull the door shut.
The man said, "Okay, kid, are you really sure about this?"
Cole couldn't speak for a moment. Was he so horny that he wanted this? He had been horny before, but this – this was something entirely different. He finally managed a soft "yeah."
The man pushed Cole against the stall wall and dropped to his knees. He pulled the boy's jeans and shorts down until Cole's hairy balls were not touching them.
"God, kid, are you sure you're only fifteen? I've seen a lot of cocks, but believe me, you have a tool to brag about."
The man took hold of Cole's shaft and brought the cockhead to his lips. He slowly sucked it between his lips, all the time watching the boy's reaction.
Cole was literally shaking so hard he thought he might pass out.
The man swallowed Cole's cock, inch by inch, until his nose was pressed in the middle of the boy's thick patch of brown pubes.
"Jesus," Cole muttered and fell weakly against the stall wall.
When the man began working his mouth up and down his cock, Cole felt a tingling sensation in his balls. Goddamn, was he going to cum already?
The man realized the boy was about to shoot, and he began working his mouth faster, up and down Cole's hairy shaft.
Cole suddenly cried out, "I'm going to cum!" He thought the man would pull off and let his load land where ever. The floor was so sticky that he was pretty sure he wouldn't be the first time that had happened. "Seriously," said.
The man sucked hard, and suddenly Cole's balls exploded. His dick shook inside the man's mouth as it began firing hot jets of boy cream to the back of the stranger's throat. Cole heard the guy moan with each swallow, and he realized the man must be enjoying the taste of his spunk.
Once the sweet pleasure of his orgasm went away and his body cooled off, Cole's hands rested in the man's hair. The man still had his dick in his mouth.
The man moved first. "I think you're a fast learner, kid. You wanna show me what you learned?"
Cole's eyes had been closed. They were suddenly opened, and he felt really uncomfortable.
The words the man spoke were kind when he said, "Look, I'd love for you to suck me off, but I know this is all new to you. If you would rather not, would you at least jack me off?"
The kind words reached Cole's soul, and he suddenly knew what he wanted to do. He smiled and pushed the man's head away. Once his cock was free, he told the man to stand, and he dropped to his knees. "You're right, I am a quick learner. Can we pull these down?" he asked touching the man's jeans.
The man unsnapped his pants, and when he lowered them, Cole was surprised to discover the man was commando.
Reading Cole's thoughts, the man grinned. "Makes things easier."
When the jeans were down to the man's knees, Cole took a moment to study the man's body. A jacket and shirt covered his upper body, but Cole could see a trail of red hair leading from his pubes and disappearing underneath the shirt. Thick red hair covered the man's crotch. His balls were covered in the same color of fur.
Cole took a deep breath. Alright, it was time to get busy. He tried to remember how the man had started and reached for the stranger's cockhead. When he had it between his fingers, Cole paused. He was suddenly aware that it was a bit different than his own dick. He ran a finger all the way around the head and watched a thick string of pre cum leak out.
"I take it you've never seen an uncut cock before," the man said. "What you're playing with is my foreskin. All guys are born with it, but a lot of parents want it removed when they're born. Yours was cut off. I still have mine."
Cole made a fist around the man's dick and gave it a couple strokes. When he did, he watched the skin on the head retract back, exposing the actual head. He was surprised at the difference between the two dicks.
Cole stopped stroking and studied the man's dick. "Sorry," he said, "but I'm really impressed with your cock. Something tells me that when you jack, you don't have to use any lube."
"I usually do because it feels even better, but you're right, my pre collects in the skin, making it easy to jack. And to do other things," the man added.
Cole had an idea what "other things" might be, but he didn't ask. Instead, he wrapped his lips around the man's cockhead, same as the stranger had done to him, and he was surprised at how sweet the man's pre cum tasted. He decided right then that the next time he jacked off he was going to taste his pre.
He took the man's cockhead between his lips and stopped as if waiting for further instruction.
"Just watch the teeth," the man told him. "They can ruin the moment rather quickly."
Cole had about half of the man's dick in his mouth when his gag reflex kicked in. He pulled off and coughed.
"Don't worry, it will get easier," the man encouraged.
Cole tried it again, and this time he almost made it to the man's pubes. Remembering what the man had done, Cole began working his mouth up and down the guy's thick hard shaft. A few times he managed to swallow the entire thing down to the hairy base, and the man's pubes tickled his face.
When he felt more confident, Cole worked the man's cock faster. The sight of the stranger's hair covered balls caught his attention. Cole ran a finger through the furry ball hair as he sucked the guy's dick. He may have been unexperienced, but he couldn't help but hear when the man began moaning.
"Yeah, kid, you're doing great. Keep it up, and I'm going to feed you my cream."
It wasn't long before Cole felt the man's dick jerk against his tongue, and he realized the guy was about to shoot into his mouth. Could he swallow it?
"Close," the man warned.
Cole made a decision. He would swallow the man's load.
"God, yes," the man moaned. He startled Cole by fucking his face really hard. He slapped his heavy balls against the boy's throat, and his red bush ground roughly against Cole's chin.
Cole felt the first strong jet hit the back of his throat and quickly swallowed it. The man ended up firing seven large spurts to the back of the boy's throat, and Cole managed to swallow most of it. The last bit of man cream ended up oozing out the corners of his mouth.
When the man was through shooting, he patted Cole on the head. "Damn good for the first time, kid. Damn good."
When their clothes were back on, and they were standing at the sink, Cole said, "You seem to think my name's kid. I'm sure we're not supposed to over share, but could we at least exchange first names?"
The man laughed and said, "Sure thing, kid. I'm Jim."
"Cole. My name's Cole."
Jim grinned. "Hey, Cole. Glad to meet you."
"Same here, Jim."
Jim asked, "Do you come to the mall often?"
Cole laughed. "Not usually, but I have a feeling that may change. Jim, can I ask one last question?"
"Depends on what it is."
"How old are you?"
Jim shrugged his shoulders. "How old do you think I am?"
Cole thought about it. "I don't know – thirty-five or forty?"
"Asshole! I'm twenty-five."
Cole grinned. "That makes you an old young man."
As they left the restroom, Jim said, "Perhaps we'll meet again sometime. I shop quite a bit here."
"I just may have to look you up. Goodbye, Jim."
"Bye, Cole."
Cole's thoughts returned to the present, and he was suddenly aware of the cold weather. He walked faster as he headed for home. He and Jim had managed to meet up half a dozen times all last year before Jim had found a job and moved away. He missed Jim because they had actually become good friends. They exchanged emails back and forth for a while but that had finally stopped. Jim had moved on with his life, and Cole had realized he had to do the same thing.
Cole stepped up on the porch and unlocked the door to his home. Once inside, he relocked the door and headed for his room.
"Goddamn it, where the hell have you been?"
Cole stopped and took a deep breath. As usual, his dad was fucking drunk. Cole's mother had passed away when he was thirteen, and shortly after that, his dad had turned to drinking. He owned an automobile mechanic shop and employed one other mechanic. Cole and his father had never been close, and the death of his mother caused the distance between them to grow even further apart.
"Damn it, I asked where you've been?"
Cole walked into the living room and saw that his dad was sitting in his recliner, a whisky bottle half empty in his hand.
"I told you I was going to the mall, Dad."
"I don't see anything." The words came out of his father's mouth in a slur.
"In my pocket, Dad. Night."
Cole left his dad muttering in his drunken stage and hurried to his room. He closed the door and snapped the lock. When he discovered the joys of sucking dick, Cole had decided he needed privacy. He installed the lock, much to his father's irritation, but Cole didn't care. It was his room, and by God, he was going to have his privacy. Besides the bastard didn't have any reason to be in his room.
Cole stripped his clothes off and stood naked before the mirror on the sliding closet door. Looking at his own body always made him hard. It made him happy that the guys he met up always thought he was older than he really was. Other than his friend, Jim, Cole never told anyone else his true age. When he left the house and hit the mall, he always felt like he was someone else. Besides his age, Cole never shared his real name with anyone. Sometimes he was "Mark", sometimes "Henry" "George" "Gary". He loved making up new names and different lives.
Cole studied his body. He remembered discovering his first pubic hair at thirteen. It wasn't long before one turned into two, then four, then eight, and within a year, a full bush of brown hair. Pit hair also began growing about the same time. Suddenly gym class was very embarrassing for Cole, because it was around that time that he discovered something else about himself. He found that he was interested in checking out the guys at school. The thought of what a girl might look like naked never occurred to him. However, in the locker room when the students changed clothes, his hairy body stood out like a sore thumb, and the boys called out many uncomplimentary names. He hated it! He might like looking at their bodies, but he hated the boys. At the time, he wasn't sure if he was gay or not, because he really did hate the boys in his class. His continued visits to the mall soon convinced him that he definitely was gay.
Hair had continued growing on Cole's chest, and now, at sixteen, his chest and belly was pretty well covered with thick brown hair. There was even a wide treasure trail spreading from his belly button down to his mat of curly pubes. He placed a hand on his chest and watched in the mirror as he slowly moved it down his body. His cock was already hard by the time he reached his crotch. He slowly turned around and spread his legs apart. He looked between them and saw how hairy his ass was getting. Each cheek had a fair amount of dusting, and curly brown hair circled his asshole and ran along his crack. When he stood up, he discovered a good amount of pre cum leaking out of his pee slit. He wrapped his fingers around his dick and turned around to face the mirror. He ran a finger against his cock head and brought it to his mouth. When he swallowed his own sweet nectar, he felt his cock jerk against his crotch. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. While he slowly stroked his dick, he ran the fingers of his other hand up his body enjoying the feel of curly hair brushing against his digits.
"You're such a fucking pervert," he said out loud.
As he stood jacking before the mirror, Cole thought about the three guys he had sucked off that evening. Actually one of the three had been a new experience for him. The man had to be in his sixties. The hair on his head was fully gray. The fur on his chest and belly was mostly gray with a few streaks of black running through it. Some of the gray had even moved down into the man's pubes. It was his dick that caught Cole's attention. He judged it had to be at least seven and a half or eight inches and so wide he had to stretch his lips to get it inside his mouth. Remembering how hard the man had fucked his mouth made Cole fist his cock so hard he felt it in his balls. And when the guy filled Cole's mouth with his thick older man's cream, he swallowed each shot and none escaped his mouth. Cole still remembered the taste. It has been different. Later, when Cole mentioned the fact, the man had laughed and told him it was probably beer. The man had been drinking most of the afternoon, so he was pretty sure there had to be a shadow of beer taste in his cum.
"Ah, beer cum." Cole said. "It wasn't bad, but it wouldn't be my first choice if I knew.
While Cole had sucked three guys off, he had only received one blow job. A young man approached and had offered to give Cole a head job. The guy looked to be college age. Normally when he was out, Cole gave instead of receiving, but something about this guy caught his interest, and he agreed.
Once they were in a stall with the door shut, the guy said, "Drop `em, buddy."
Like his friend, Jim had done, Cole always went commando when visiting the mall. He thought about his friend as he unsnapped his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. The guy with him soon made him forget about Jim.
"My, that's some dick between your legs," the guy praised.
Cole took hold of it and gave a shake. "It's all yours."
Cole had done this long enough to realize the guy sucking his dick knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how to give head and to give the most pleasure. After a moment of sucking and slurping on his dick, he had Cole moaning really loud.
The guy pulled off and warned Cole. "Hold it down. I've heard they're beginning to watch this place. Neither one of us wants to land in jail."
He went back to sucking, and Cole tried to control his moans. The guy swallowed every hard inch of Cole's dick without any problem. "God, he's fucking good," Cole thought.
In a matter of minutes the guy had Cole ready to blow. When he warned that he was about to shoot, the guy sucked harder. Cole fucked the guy's face and felt his dick began shooting ropes of cream into the guy's mouth. The stranger swallowed each spurt and smiled when Cole had stopped filling his mouth. "Good stuff, Maynard."
Cole took a moment to return to earth and then said, "Alright, my turn to reciprocate."
"That's not necessary," the guy said.
Cole placed a hand on the boy's crotch. He could feel a hard cock behind a pair of jeans. He gave it a playful squeeze. "I really would like to."
Cole stood up and reached for the snap on the boy's jeans. Once they were loose, he ran the zipper down and slowly pushed to the boy's ankles. Like Cole, the guy was also going commando.
"Does make it easier to get to, doesn't it?" Cole commented as he ran fingers through the guy's blond pubes. The guy was hard, and Cole tugged on his dick. "Nice cock," he complimented. "I can picture it shooting off in my mouth."
"Then suck it, Goddamn it," the guy moaned.
Cole dropped to his knees and began playing with the guy's cock. Thick blond curls covered the boy's crotch. There was even a light coating of blond fur on the boy's ball sac. He ran his tongue along the guy's hard shaft, and when he reached his cockhead, Cole began licking it like he would an ice cream cone. Pre cum was freely flowing out the pee slit, and he sucked every bit of it down, enjoying the sweet nectar's taste.
"Fuck you're good," the guy praised when Cole slowly took his entire cock inside his mouth. "Damn good," he said when he felt Cole's nose rubbing his pubes.
Cole pulled off long enough to say, "Well, I had a damned good teacher." He was referring to his friend Jim, but he wouldn't mention his friend's name.
While Cole worked his mouth up and down the boy's dick, he ran a finger up the guy's stomach. Although not as hairy as Cole, this guy did have a fair amount of belly and chest hair. Cole pushed a hand underneath the guy's shirt, and when he reached the two hard nipples, he gave each one a hard twist.
"Jesus Christ!" the guy cried out.
Cole was experienced enough now to know from the way the cock jerked in his mouth that the guy was about to feed him his load. When the guy warned he was close, Cole moaned, hoping the guy realized it was permission to shoot off in his mouth. He prepared himself, ready to accept the guy's gift of boy cream.
"Cumming," the guy cried out.
Cole sucked each spurt that entered his mouth, and he ended up not losing any of the guy's cream.
Both guys had shot a load, and neither one spoke for a time. Cole was the first to pull his jeans up. The guy followed suit. When they stepped up to the sink, the guy said, "Thanks for a great time."
Cole turned the water on, rinsed out his mouth and dried his hands. "Thank you. To be honest, most of the time I suck dick, but I usually just go home and jack off."
The guy smiled. "Well, now you won't have to do that. You've already cum."
Cole shook his head and walked toward the door. "Oh no, you're absolutely wrong. I'm going home, strip all my clothes off, and thinking about tonight, I'm sure I'll shoot at least one more load. Perhaps even two. Later," he said leaving the restroom.
Cole returned to the present and felt his balls tingle. He knew he was about to shoot another load of cream. He moved his hand back and forth twisting both hard nipples and jacked his rigid cock. When he knew he was going to shoot, he moved closer to the mirror and continued jacking. The sweet pleasuring sensation of cumming traveled through his body, and he watched his cock fire cum on the mirror. He stood there with his fingers still wrapped around it and watched as the thick white liquid traveled down to the floor.
He picked up his shirt with the intention of cleaning the mirror off. Then he said, "Fuck it. I'll do it in the morning. I'll wait and take my shower in the morning, too."
He crawled in bed between the covers, and turning the light off, he lay back in the darkness. His life could really suck, yet there were times when it was completely awesome. Tonight had been one of those nights.