Carl has struggled with his desires to have sex with men since he was little..very little. He had visions of his cousins naked in his head before he could understand why. And by the time he did understand, the visions were complicated with those of men he saw on television, kids from schools, neighbors and almost anyone he saw on the street.
His unending need to relieve himself didn't solve these images. But he got through school and junior college the best he could.
Carl had been approached by men over the years, but shrank back being too afraid to actually let another guy touch him that way.
He knew he had to do something about it. There was notbody to talk to, he knew his friends wouldn't understand, his father was the last person he'd talk to and calling the gay hotline didn't solve anything.
He had remembered a year or so ago a case where a kid was raped by a bunch of tough guys in the warehouse area normally abandoned at night and on weekends.
The kid was ok, not hurt but nevertheless raped. Carl wondered if the cops had stopped partoling that area since the crime was so long ago.
And after work one Saturday night, he biked the othe direction from home, across the tracks and among the dark ominous warehouses. It was quiet outside of the sirens he heard some distance away. Carl found a place near the tracks and smoked a joint he brought with him. It was nuts he knew. Visions of guys he had seen at work that night came back to him and he began to stroke his erection.
"So faggot what are you doing here?" the voice asked. Carl jumped. He could see a silhouette or two in the area of the voices.
"What the fuck are you doin here?" another voice asked.
"You could get hurt hangin out down here you know" the first voice said again. The light form the flashlight this guy held blinded him.
Carl tried to protect his eyes.
"Oh and you're a cute one too" the voice said.
"You alone?" the other voice asked.
"yes" Carl said "just wanted to get away" he lied.
He looked for other figures but there seemed to be only two.
"I uh " Carl stammered as he stood his erection softening but still hanging out his fly.
"Looks like you're a horny cute boy to me" the voice holding the flashlight said aiming the light at Carl's dick.
"Let's see what his ass is like" the secod voice said. "turn around and drop em"
Carl turned and unbuckled his pants lowering his pants.
"nice butt kid" one of them said "You looking for a nice hard dick up that ass aren't you".
Carl didn't move. A hand slapped his buttcheek and he jumped.
"Naw he wants it too much" the first voice said "that's not fun. Kid pull up your pants and get the fuck out of here. Come on Jack".
"but man he wants it" the second voice said as the voices got fainter.
Carl turned to see that they had gone. He couldn't even get raped he thought to himself.
He pushed his bike through the maze of warehouses and seeing a lone blue light bulb went to see that doorway.
"Oh so it's you again, might as well go in" the now familiar voice said. Carl could see his face a bit more now. He was older, had a beard growth and wore a tank top. His friend was nowhere to be seen. And he went inside the door.
"You comin or what?"
Carl walked in. There was a small window like a ticket window.
"Two lockers for me and my friend here" the voice said.
Carl was soon inside among rows of lockers. The older guy began to take his clothes off. "Come on, strip down, put the key on your ankle, wrap a towel around your waist and go find what you need"
Carl did what he was told and was soon standing naked.
"hm not bad, a bit young for me, but hell if you're still around later, have fun kid" he said slapping Carl's butt and laughed as he left.
The place was mostly dark. Carl walked down hallways where other men wearing only towels stood around watching him as he passed.
Carl didn't know if he should say anything or what to do. He kept walking down one aisle and up another.
A room with mirrors seemed packed with guys and he moved in among them. Hands pawed his chest, butt, gropped his genitals and pulled his face close to be kissed.
Carl's cock hardened. Everything he had fantasized about was beginning to happen.
"in here" a whisper said in his ear and Carl let himself be guided into a very dark room. The noises he heard sounded like the ones he made when masturbating. The aroma in the room was like the locker room in the YMCA. The things he did were new, his mouth tasted penis, his penis felt warm lips, and as he was moved from one to the other and soon moved between others Carl knew there was no going back.
He grimaced as the first cock moved into him and he breathed deep gasping and feelign his anus being stretched as it was fucked.
Carl regained his breath when whoever had fucked him withdrew. He relaxed and stared at the TV above him where video of men fucking other men kept playing. His cock hardened as he watched, and he knew he wanted more.
Carl moved from that spot around the room until once again he was being fucked. Again and again he tried it, ignoring pain in a desire for other sensations.
So, how you doing? the guy who he had met earlier was standing naked. Another man was kneelign in front of him obviously sucking his cock.
"You get everything you needed?"
Carl just stared for a moment. "not sure"
The man pushed the guy who was sucking him away gently.
"Well come on then" Carl followed him into a room where there was only a bed.
He lay on the bed as the guy began to massage him and eventually he slept in the guys arms.
Carl awoke a couple of times but just long enough to adjust his head on the guys chest and feel his arms tighten around him. He heard the heartbeat and felt the warmth. Carl nestled his head and lightly kissed the sleeping man's body and fell back asleep.
"Hey wake up, we gotta go" the man said.
Carl could hear locker doors closing and the front door opening and closing again and again. He moved to his locker and dressed at the same time the guy he had slept with did the same thing.
"I guess I did"
"What?"
"I guess I got what I needed"
The guy smiled and offered Carl a ride home.