This is a sequel of sorts to "Hawaii", which you can find in the Nifty gay adult youth section. It's pretty much part two of my growth and evolution in the world of getting off.
After my Hawaii adventure it looked to be a year (maybe the rest of my life) of masturbation and nothing else. That is until one day in early fall of 1986, just as I was finishing up shopping for music at Target.
Growing up I jacked off a lot. I would assume all guys do. And it certainly isn't anything I've ever wondered if I did (or still do) too much of. Probably the opposite. If I could have found a way to add more time to the day so I could jack off more, I would have. You can call it horny, but I think I had a goal. I wanted to jackoff in as many places as possible. Every store I had never been in before, restaurant, place of employment, house, park. Everywhere I happened to be, that I could get a moment alone, I was whipping it out. As you know, if you are a teenager, you don't really need much time.
For a portion of my high school senior year you could find me in the back row, corner seat, of some civics type class. While the class subject eludes me now, I do know we watched alot of videotapes. So I would occasionally find myself in the setting of a dimly lit classroom. Did you know, that with a very active imagination and a bit of physical stimulation, it's possible to cum in a classroom full of people? I wasn't sure it could be done, but I wasn't against trying. As you may have guessed, try I did.
Stretch out your legs a bit, position your jacket just right and, through the outside of your jeans (making this seem even a bit more impressive), ferociously rub your cock, and you too could end up walking out at the end of class with a load of cum running down your balls. Just note, it's not easy getting the right action, without making much noise, to get off, but it will be worth it.
While it wasn't until much later in life that I would get really active in my sexual activities (and that wasn't intentional), at 17 I was always on the lookout to get off. It's just unfortunate that I would almost always be alone when this happened.
I remember that day at Target quite well. I was wearing a Rush concert shirt, he had on sheer blue running shorts. He liked my shirt because it was a picture of a shirtless man (very young looking man) with his arms outstretched. I was just leaving Target as he was going in, and for some reason our eyes met, and the briefest of twinkles I saw there told me a good cock sucking might be in my future. It sounds weird, even now, to think that all it was was a very brief, almost nonexistent look, between me and someone I had never seen before. But if it's happened to you, then you know what I mean. This was only the second time ever in my life for something like this, yet I knew he wanted it. In a freaking instant I knew it. So I made a point to follow him back into the store.
We played a bit of follow me, I'll follow you, before either one of us spoke. He got the courage to speak first and said "nice shirt", I replied "nice shorts". Oh my god! I can't believe I just said that. What the hell am I doing? Trying to get sucked that's what. Some things you just never forget. Never. I can remember perfectly the look on his face when he followed with "want to see what's in them?" Do you have to ask?
"Yes". And that was it. He turned and I followed. Right to his car. He was probably 23 and as it turned out, would be my first experience with a guy doomed for eternity to have a small cock. This would be just the first of many times when I would proudly whip out my meat, thinking "Here, look at THIS!"
Men have it easy in the "size" wars. Women with small tits see bigger tits all the time. The grocery store, TV, everywhere. (And I'm not complaining). It must be depressing for them though. Guys with baby dicks can ignore the fact they are limited in the meat market thanks to the prevalence of people wearing pants and polite wives. But when you are in that moment of whipping it out for the first time for some stranger, hidden away in the corner of a porn store, or the bathroom at Target, it's time to worship the men with gift's from god. And we'll let you. If you have a small dick, and you get shown up all the time in the size wars, don't worry, we don't think you are lesser men, we just feel sorry for you. Because no matter what anyone says, size DOES matter. And men with big dicks know this. Because if you have a big dick, women (and men) will admit to you that, yes, size does matter. I may drink your tiny dick cum, but I will always be thinking, "I wish he was bigger". And of course I will also always be thinking, while you suck mine, "He wishes his was this big".
Off we head to his car, a nice silver Mazda RX7. We get in and my hand goes right into his shorts. He's a tad surprised and I'm not sure I'm thinking straight but that's why we are here isn't it? He's around 4 and half, maybe 5 inches and I'm kind of surprised. I didn't think they made them that small on someone older than me. At this point I've only seen one other dick in person, so to say I was hoping for more would be an understatement.
I stroke him for awhile as he drives and we begin talking about where to go. It's fragmented conversation at best. I'm a little nervous, very excited, he's nervous, excited and trying to drive without cumming. If there is anything in this world I'm good at, it's stroking a dick. I've had the practice. He is shifting all over his seat like he's going to bust and it turns out he isn't very experienced at this type of thing either. He says he can't believe he offered me the chance to see what was in his shorts.
So that presents a problem. A problem that I'll warn you now keeps this story from getting as good as it should. But it's a true story and that's really the point. We can't go to my house, obviously I still live at home with my folks, I didn't really follow why we couldn't go to his place but that wasn't happening either. So while I was a pro at smoking a bowl of pot in a moving car, giving head in a car was something I didn't know much about and had I really considered would probably have seemed a bit crazy.
At some point shortly after getting in the car I pulled my cock out, watched him be impressed and nearly came as he wrapped his hand around my shaft. I probably would have cum but he was driving a stick and had to shift, so he kept having to let go. So we settle on going back to Target, we can't think of anything else, and besides that's where my car is parked.
My buddy and I head to the urinals where we promptly begin the "pretend to pee, what have you got" activity. Even though we already know what the other's got, we don't know what else to do. While we are each stoking it he asks to see my ass. I lower my shorts to give him a look.
"Man I would love to have that ass", he says.
"I would love to have that dick", I respond. Hoping to finally break my curse of having gotten this far in life and not being fed a hot load. So I really would have LOVED to have had that dick. I wanted that cum so bad I could already taste it. I really wanted to see if it would taste like mine. Feel like mine going down, smell like mine. I ate my cum all the time and really wanted to taste his. Would have paid for it if I had to. And I did pay for it, sort of.
"Let me have your underwear and you can have it" he says. Um, Ok. Sure. That means I can suck a dick.
We turn to go into the stalls, separate ones. I'm really bummed at this. "Man in Hawaii they SHARE stalls you dumb ass!" I'm thinking. But I guess he's really nervous cause he won't let me in. So I enter the one next to him and strip to almost nothing. Pass my underwear under and wonder when I get the dick. Not yet it would seem.
While I'm waiting to see what happens next, he exits the stall. I pull my shorts back on, exit as well and am surprised to see nothing in his hand. I quickly realize he's wearing my underwear. How cool is that? At a crossroads here we make tentative plans to meet back at this same bathroom on Saturday, he thinks we can use his place that day. Well that should work, I guess. But as my luck would have it, he didn't show. So I'm about to turn 18 and still stuck without that hot load running down my throat.
In the many years since that day I've wondered if he still has those underpants. Nothing fancy, white cotton briefs, but they also belonged to a chance bathroom encounter. I would think at the least he wore them for a few months.
I can still picture that dick, the second one that got away. I can see it pointing right at me, begging for my tongue, longing to feed me. Man, my luck would have to end someday, wouldn't it?
Well yes, someday it would.
Chapter two
As it would turn out my adventures at Target would have one more installment. If you care, this is the Target store in Carmel Indiana. I have no idea if it's still there, I haven't been to Carmel in 15 years, but in the late 80's, twice, it turned out to be a bit of an interesting place for me and for two someone's I really didn't know. This next guy, I never even saw.
It's wasn't unusual for me to be at Target, they had the best deals on music (cassettes in those days), and it's wasn't unusual to want to shoot my wad. I drained my nuts while shopping at Target many times. Even coming close to getting to eat some cock once. So I head to my stall and find the one next to it is occupied. After settling in I begin slyly stroking my dick, trying not to be too obvious. I guess I think I might get arrested if someone figures out what I'm really doing. Several minutes pass and this guy in the next stall is STILL there, inhibiting my final release. Being an almost complete bathroom encounter virgin it never occurs to me he could be there stroking it too. It also hasn't occurred to me why he keeps tapping his foot.
I'm a full blooded Scorpio. Which, you might know, is usually considered the pervert of the zodiac. At the least it's consistently recognized as the most "sexual" of the twelve signs. And if you know anything about astrology you have more than just the "sun" sign. Not only am I a Scorpio, I also have several planets in Scorpio too. Maybe that's why I'm such a complete pervert. Maybe that's why I would love, today at the old age of 37, to fuck the shit out of an 11 year old girl, rape my neighbor's wife, and suck the cum from a young boys dick. All in the same day if I could. Maybe that's why I love to get my ass fucked at the park or suck dick for two hours at the adult bookstore. And maybe that's why I figured out all on my own, on about the fifth tap of his foot, what that tapping meant.
Ohhhhh, he wants my penis. I get it. This could be fun. I tap back. He shuffles his foot closer, so I shuffle closer. After a couple of shuffle's we are practically caressing each other. Ok, now what? I don't know. I'm still pretty new to this, even if it seems to be getting more common. Hmmm, there isn't a glory hole. Ok, in reality I had never seen a glory hole so I wasn't even looking, but there wasn't one. And then he speaks.
"What do you want?"
AHHHH!!!! It's an old man voice. Fucking gross. I mean OLD man gross. But I'm still hard and still stroking it so I say, "What do YOU want?"
And he chuckles.
He chuckles and then I cum. All over my hand and all over the floor.
"Let me feel it" he says as his hand appears below the stall wall.
He ain't touching me. He's fucking OLD! I ain't touching HIM. I can't even imagine what sagginess awaited on the other side.
So I give him my cum covered thumb. I can't help but almost laugh about it today. He feels it for a moment, as if it might really be a cock, figures it out and utters something that sounds like disgust. He flushes and leaves.
I know, bummer. But that's how it happened. Were this fiction I would have not cum yet. I would have put my dick under the wall and then we would have went off to the magical place full of orgies, dicks and pussy. But we didn't and that's how it really happened. Yes, I do eventually get some cum. You'll see. And as always it will be 100% true.
Why am I writing these? They are nothing like what I read on Nifty. And at the moment probably nothing to get you very hard. I love to read about guys fucking young innocent girls. Sucking anonymous cock. Sucking family cock. It's great. It's more than great, some days I live for it. But I have stories to tell and I know true stories, while they might not contain me banging an 11 year old, although I would, can be some of the best ones. I'll write more, and you let me know how they are treating you. slimewink@yahoo.com