Men and Me

Men and me, Pt 2. Comments to dickstuffer@myself.com

So, for quite some time I'd go to my favorite 'viewing' rooms to see cocks. Some places seemed to attract more men and have a better turnover rate than others. It also mattered what time of day it was and the location of the viewing room.

Of course, through time, I learned of other places to go to indulge in my favorite pastime. These other places were known as 'cruising areas'. In these places you would find other men looking for cock. Not only that, but in these places you'd find men who wanted to do more than just see another cock. Often, the men here would be searching for cock as I was: a cock not only to see but to touch and hold and stroke. I was still new and uncertain at this time and didn't know if there were any unspoken rules as existed in the viewing rooms (Pt 1.)

In the more daring and secluded areas, you saw not only cocks and cock-holding but more. Some men were daring enough to suck another's cock. This always excited me the most. To see a man standing while another knelt in front obviously sucking his cock. The mere sight of it made me terrifically horny. To see a man sitting with his pants down at his ankles and his legs spread while a head bobbed up and down on his cock. This was much more than the viewing rooms offerings.

So, I frequented these cruising areas at night after spending time at the viewing rooms earlier in the day. The sight of cocks in the viewing rooms got me horned up and yearning to see some action at the cruising areas afterward. I'd often get hard in my pants as I watched the action at the cruising areas.

After having visited both the viewing rooms and the cruising areas several times, ,I decided to go for broke and be more daring. That night, at the cruising area, I nervously strolled around the area in hopes of hooking up with a hot man. Many of them were younger than I liked but there were a few older. There was an older one, however, who seemed to attract my attention. He wasn't very tall, maybe 5'8" at the most. He was walking around carrying something small in a paper bag from which he would sip occasionally. He wore casual clothes and the uppermost buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a bit of his upper chest. In the poor lighting, if he had chest hair it wasn't very dense. Yet, the mere fact that he looked like the 'everyday man' to me made me notice him. He seemed to be wandering around aimlessly and would sit in various areas occasionally. I would sit near him when I could. Once, when he and I got a bench to ourselves, I sat just an empty sitting space from him. The lighting was somewhat dim but when he turned his head towards me I purposely looked in his eyes and held my stare. He seemed to stare back a bit and then got up and started walking. I followed a few paces behind. I was very horny and wanted so much to experience sex that night. This man made me very excited and the possibility of having sex with him was making my cock hard in my pants and my heart and breathing rates to climb.

I followed him discretely for some time, hoping we could get together. Finally, as I walked near him I would look at him directly in hopes he'd understand I was interested. He continued drinking his concealed beer and wandering aimlessly. A few times, he would look my way. I wasn't sure if he was getting the picture of my intent.

After about an hour of following him and trying to make it known I wanted to get with him he wandered away from the cruising area. I followed him a few blocks from the cruising area. This was an industrial area that was deserted at night surrounded on its outskirts with residences. After about two blocks, as I purposely caught up with him and got a foot or two in front of him under a streetlight, I looked him in the face very intently. So hot was I, I didn't think of any possible consequences such as hostility or assault. He looked into my eyes but said nothing. At this point, I felt this was going to be a bust. As obvious and forward as I'd been, I felt he either hadn't gotten my intent or simply wasn't interested.

I was about 4 or 6 feet in front of him on this deserted street. Feeling disappointed I kept my pace slow to stay just in front of him. We passed a wastebasket and I heard a clang. He'd just tossed away his beer can. After a few steps, he said, "Hey buddy, do you know this neighborhood? Are there any restrooms around here? I need to get rid of this beer I drank." He wasn't drunk as far as I could tell. He seemed just a bit mellowed. I stated that the area was deserted at night and that he could urinate a block or two farther away which would put us distant from the residential buildings that surrounded us now. He asked me to lead the way.

I led him to a spot which was secluded and off the normal pedestrian paths. I told him he could urinate around the corner of a locked guardhouse shed while I waited. I waited for what seemed long enough for him to empty his bladder of the beer. After about 3 or 4 minutes he didn't come out. There was no other way for him to leave without passing me. So, I peeked around the corner and saw him standing there leaning against the back of the guardhouse. I noticed a big puddle of urine off to the side.

I said, "Wow! The dam burst, huh?" He chuckled and said he had to get rid of the beer. We were both standing in shadow but I could still make him out in the dimness. He seemed to be a little ill at ease, but just stayed there leaning against the wall. It was then that I noticed his fly was open and his cock was hanging out. It was soft and cut and hanging about 4 inches out of his open zipper. I looked around nervously and quickly to make certain no one was nearby. I stared down intently at his hanging cock.

I then stepped closer to him and took his soft cock in my hand. When he didn't object, I started stroking him. His cock seemed to firm up a bit but not become fully erect. He just stood there and let me stroke his soft cock and then closed his eyes. I stroked him for a few minutes. As much to ease my nervousness as well as his own, I asked if he'd ever been in this area before. When he said no I asked what brought him here this night. He said he'd had a hard day and just wanted to relax and unwind with some beer before going home. He told me he was a contractor when I asked the kind of work he did. He said it seemed like a nice night and he wasn't in any hurry to go home. He told me he lived in a known suburb town on Long Island.

I knelt down so my face was level with his cock. I looked intently at his cock as I continued to stroke it. I was tremendously hot having hooked up with this sexy (to me) man and playing with his cock. This was the first adult cock I'd ever touched and seen just inches from my face. I worked on it for a few minutes before I felt it start to firm up slightly and grow a bit.

I really think this was the first time for him to be with a male. I think that he'd heard the area where we met was a cruising area (possibly from one of his coworkers who'd had success) , but that he'd never been there before. He seemed resigned or submissive, I couldn't tell which. I wasn't sure if he was so agreeable to letting me do what I wanted because of his nervousness, or the beer he had drunk, or that this was his intent from the start. Maybe the beer was to give him courage to lessen his inhibitions.

I was fascinated by this man's cock. I continued to stroke it and marvel at how it looked and felt in my hand. My heartbeat was going a mile a minute and my breathing was rapid from my sexual excitement. I was so hot my cock was fully erect in my pants. His willingness to let me fondle his cock added to the tremendous sexual energy I felt. I played with his cock in awe for some time, loving every second of it. After playing with his cock to my heart's content, I stood up and said I wanted to do something if it was okay with him. He chuckled nervously and answered that I shouldn't ask or tell him but to just do it. He then closed his eyes again.

With that said, I started unbuttoning his shirt fully. I spread his shirt fully open. He had a dusting of hair over his pecs and cute nipples. I started feeling him up. I was running my hands over his chest and belly. The feel of him was electric to me. His semi-firm cock was still hanging out of his open zipper. I then started tickling his nipples. Not a sound was uttered by him but no movement was made to stop me.

I continued to feel him up all over his chest and tickle his nipples. His head was back against the wall and his eyes were closed. Taking him at his word about not asking, I placed my mouth on one of his nipples. I started licking and sucking on the nip as my fingers fondled the other. He stood there and moaned slightly as I worked on his chest. My cock was nearing its bursting point in my pants.

I continued to play with his nipple and feel up his chest as I sucked on the other nipple. I angled my head so I could look down and noticed his cock was still hard and hanging out of his zipper. I was so hot having my way with this guy. He seemed resigned to letting me do what I wanted. After working on his chest and sucking his nipple for a few minutes, he opened his eyes and surprised me by asking if I "sucked or not?"

I told him I would suck him but to close his eyes again, which he did. I then took my hand and stroked his cock as I sucked on a nipple. Then, I dropped to my knees in front of his open zipper. I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. Once my cock was freed, I started to undo his pants. He asked me what I was doing and told him not to worry. When I told him I wanted to make him cum he closed his eyes again and put his head back against the wall.

I undid his belt and pants closure and opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He seemed a "traditional man"so I expected him to be wearing boxer shorts. Instead, he was wearing trim sport briefs of some kind I'd never seen before. I pulled his briefs down to his knees. His cock was not the biggest I'd ever seen nor the biggest I've ever sucked but it excited me tremendously that he was letting me have my way with him.

I started stroking his cock. When I could take it no longer, I took his cock into my mouth.I started sucking on his cock as I stroked his shaft. He stood there silently with his eyes closed as I worked on him. As I sucked him, I got hotter and hornier and my cock felt as if it were going to explode.

After sucking him some, I took my hand and started cupping his balls. I cupped his balls and started licking them all over. His balls were not very big and I could easily lick the whole sack and both nuts which were small to average in size.His balls were loose in their sack and the feel of his soft ball skin only made me hotter. He had moderate crotch hair and almost hairless balls. I played with his balls gently, then went back on his cock. I was jerking myself as I worked his balls in my hand and slid back and forth on his hard cock in my mouth. I was getting very hot and knew I would cum soon.

I stopped stroking my cock and then took my mouth off his cock. He was not a very tall or big man so I guess his genitals were in proportion to his body. I really didn't think much about the size of his cock or balls. My mind was occupied by having my way with him. This was the first time I'd ever been with a man and I was tremendously hot and turned on.

I continued to stroke his cut cock which had a nice firm head on it. Remembering his earlier question about sucking I thought it time to get back to work on his cock. I had just taken his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it when I could swear I heard him whisper, "My name is John". I couldn't be sure he spoke but was too occupied with sucking his cock to stop and confirm it.

I placed my right hand on his left butt cheek as a means to get him to push into my mouth. He didn't take the hint. I held his left butt cheek and started pushing him towards my face. I was stroking my cock with my left hand as I tried to push his cock deeper in my mouth. I finally decided he was too shy or too nervous to take any active part in our sex. I decided I would take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

As I said, his cock was not remarkably big, but as the first cock I'd ever had in my mouth I was fantastically excited to feel it on my tongue with my lips wrapped around it. I was at a fever pitch of sexual excitement. I knew my cock would spew its load at any moment. I didn't want to cum before he did. I wanted to make him cum and feel his load shoot into my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. I'd tasted some of my own cum a few times and didn't mind it. I wanted to make his balls unload and taste his load as he filled my mouth.

I continued to stroke my cock with my left hand as my right hand continued to massage his balls as I continued to suck his cock. Without so much as a grunt, a groan or a word I felt his cock unloading in my mouth. At his first spurt, I took my hand off his balls and started jerking his cock as he shot his load. He shot about 6 or 7 spurts of cum in my mouth. As soon as I felt his cum enter my mouth, my cock shot its load.

I kept my mouth on his cock until the spurts ended. I could taste his cum in my mouth. I was surprised by the slightly salty taste it had. I liked the feel and taste of his cum in my mouth and continued to nurse his cock head. My spurts had finished and my load landed on the ground between his spread feet. He then gently pushed my head off his cock. He took a hanky from his pocket and dried his spent cock. His pants and undies were around his knees and it seemed as if his cock were shrinking now after he unloaded. I stood up next to him and watched as he dried his cock. His shirt was spread fully open all this time.

I tucked my cock back into my pants. As he recovered from his climax he chuckled a bit and said to me, "Look! You got me completely naked." I just smiled as he pulled up his undies, put his cock away and pulled up his pants. I asked him if he'd ever had a blowjob before. He answered that yes he had blow jobs before but only from women. That I was the first male to suck him made me elated. He then buttoned up his shirt. The idea that I'd just sucked a stranger was now starting to register with me. I didn't regret it and knew this wouldn't be the last time.

After we were completely dressed, I walked him to his car, surprisingly near where we were. As we were walking to his car he said thank you and that he enjoyed it. My parting words to him were, "I enjoyed it too! If I see you again, I'll be happy to do it again!" I meant it! As the first cock I'd ever sucked and the first cumload I'd ever eaten I knew I wanted more of this. I am not sure if it was that he was the first blowjob and cumload I'd ever gotten or that I found him to be particularly exciting, but I knew if I ever saw him again I'd be happy to suck him off again. Unfortunately, I never saw him again but remember him still so many years later.