Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 10:20:32 -0800 (PST)
From: John Pearce <monsearkus@yahoo.com>
Subject: At His Mercy

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I was eleven when I had my first sexual experience.
The circumstances surrounding it were pretty odd an
unexpected, but as I look back on it, it still stands
out as the most erotic encounter of my entire life.

It's been theorized that being gay or bisexual may
simply be a result of a certain amount of hardcore
stress that a woman experiences somewhere in the last
trimester of pregnancy... I'm not sure of the details,
but in my case, it certainly makes a lot of sense.
You see my asshole of a father left my mother when she
was eight months pregnant, because he decided he
couldn't handle fatherhood (and I later found out that
he also had a thing for his younger, bimbo secretary).
Anyway, ever since I can remember, I always had a
fascination for the penis, whether seeing my friends
when we pissed on a tree in the woods near my house,
or when I was in a public restroom looking at men pee
into the urinal with their large hairy dicks.

There was this one time when I was eleven that my
mother had brought me along to a court date to get
more child support from my dad.  It was really late in
the afternoon, and fore some reason there weren't many
people in the building.  We were waiting for my dad to
show up and, as usual, he was late.  At some point I
really had pee big time and I went to the men's room.

As I entered the bathroom, I saw this really tall
skinny black guy washing his hands, dressed pretty
scruffy.  I remember thinking that he was probably
there for some court appearance or something, and I
immediately felt a twinge of fear in my belly. There
were only 2 urinals and two toilets in the bathroom
and nobody was there except the two of us.

I walked in and went straight to the urinal and
started to pee.  Before I knew it he was next to me at
the other urinal.  I remember I was thinking how odd
that was since he'd been washing his hands when I'd
entered, when I suddenly caught sight of this huge
dark cock out of the corner of my right eye.  I was a
pretty short kid back then, and because he was so
tall, his dick was only inches below eye level. With
the un-bashful naivety of a child, I turned my head to
look at this monstrosity hanging out of his dirty torn
jeans.  It was long, fat and semi-erect with pulsing
veins bulging all along the shaft, and as I stared at
it for several seconds, my tiny penis started getting
hard right away.  I suddenly realized that I was
probably being obvious so I looked up to see if he was
watching me.  The smile on his face as he looked down
at me and then to my hardening dick was almost
sinister and it both scarred the hell out of me yet
turned me on as well (scarred me because I felt that
he could at any point reach out and beat me to death
with those massive hands if he so wished; turned on
because I was so hypnotized by the shear mass and look
of this dark cock a foot away from my face.

He took a half step back and swiveled so that his cock
was now half pointing at me.

I was frozen.

This was the first time that someone had ever done
this.  Many times before when at the urinals, men had
moved their hand away, or backed up a bit to obviously
show me more of their stuff, but this was the first
time someone was showing it to me like it was show and
tell time at school.

I stared at it for several seconds, my own dick
practically pointing to the ceiling it was so hard.  I
remember this very potent, musky smell that came from
his groin and thought to myself that he probably
hadn't showered that day -- the strange thoughts that
flash by a kids mind in certain situations.  I also
remember that this strong odor was somehow adding to
my sexual arousal, as the tingling in my belly was
getting more and more intense -- the kind of sensation
one feels when their mind is surrendering to the
helpless desires of their body.

A that moment he took a half step forward till his
dick was now just inches from my face.  I was a little
startled by this and I again looked up at his sinister
face towering far above me.

"Touch it" was all that his deep voice commanded.

Again, a fear mixed with absolute excitement grabbed
hold of my senses.  I looked back down at this mass of
manhood before me.  I turned fully to face his cock
but hesitated.

"Go ahead.  It's alright, no one's here".  He said in
a reassuring tone.

I reached up with my little hand and touched the head
with my forefinger.  His cock jerked up in response
and I let out a little gasp.  He giggled.  Then he
grabbed my tiny wrist with his huge hand and guided it
to the center of his cock.

"Squeeze it".

I tried grabbing it, but my little hand barely made it
around his now fully erect cock.  I squeezed what I
could and he groaned this long deep sound.

"That feels so really good.  You like it don't you?"

I looked up at him nervously and just nodded my head.
Then I looked back down at my little hand holding this
strangers massive erection.  As I continued to squeeze
and release and squeeze and release, I watched as some
clear fluid emerged from the tip.  I heard him say
through the cloud of my young sexual euphoria:

"Nice horny little white boy."

Yes I was horny... hornier then I'd ever been all my
young life.  I wanted him to tell me to do more, to
take control of me, to make me do the one thing I'd
fantasized about ever since I'd seen woman doing it to
men porn magazines.  I wanted to lick this big smelly
cock that was pointing straight at me.  And then as if
he'd read my little mind...

"Do you want to lick it?"

I didn't even look up at him.  I just stared at his
huge cock and nodded quickly in anticipation.
He giggled again, and then said, "Go head boy, lick my
dick."

I leaned forward and licked the head of his dick,
purposely licking the clear stuff, which I thought,
was piss -- I didn't care, I was his little white slave
and he was telling me to lick him.  The clear stuff (I
later realized it was semen) didn't taste like piss or
anything actually, it was just gooey.  The smell of
his groin was so over powering, as I continued to lick
his cock head like a little puppy licking a kids face.

"Put the head in your mouth", he commanded.  I
stretched my lips as far as they could go and put the
head in my mouth.

"Oooo that feels really good." I barely heard him say
through my excitement.  Then I felt his massive hand
land on my little head.  He pushed down gently saying:
"try to put more in your mouth kid".  I did as I was
told even though it was beginning to hurt my stretched
lips.  When I finally got maybe two inches in my mouth
he held my head there.  I was panting with excitement,
my nose now inhaling the dirty musky smell that
permeated the area I was forced to breath.

"I want you to jerk off".

I complied, quickly pulling on my little rock hard
dick like it was a matter of life and death.  He kept
holding my head over the little bit of his beautiful
cock that fit in my mouth and within seconds I had the
most intense orgasm that I'd ever felt so far.  I
yelped a muffled cry as I heard him giggle yet again;
knowing that I'd probably just had an orgasm (there
was still no sperm production in me to let him know
either way, so I guess that he'd had practice with
young boys before).

He pulled away from me and started jerking off his
massive cock, still holding my head firm with his
other hand a few inches away from my face.  I soon
watched in awe his cock suddenly got really hard and
even veinier, followed by an eruption of load after
load of cum.  The first load hit me directly on my
lips as if he was aiming there, the next on my chin;
the next on my neck and the rest of his cum covered my
light blue shirt.  I stood there in absolute amazement
at all this stuff that had come out of his dick and
was now dripping off my chin - I'd scene photos of
woman with cum on their faces and always found it a
turn on (since I'd learned what the stuff was in sex
education), but to have it done to me was a bit
overwhelming and a little bit disgusting.  But I still
felt the firm grip on my head, I knew that I was still
at his mercy.  That fact, coupled with his next
command, quickly evaporated any feelings of disgust I
was experiencing.

"Lick it off your lips."  I obliged without
hesitation, getting my first taste of cum as my tongue
felt the tingling sensation of this stranger's warm
sperm.

"Open your mouth."  Again, I didn't hesitate.  He
moved forward and pushed his cock head into my mouth
and jerked off a bit more, emptying what cum was left
in his shaft into my mouth.  Then he suddenly pulled
away and put his beautiful cock back in his jeans.

He stood there looking down at my cum covered face and
shirt with that sinister smile on his face.

"That was real nice".  He went to the sink and washed
his hands.  All the time I jut stood there watching
him, still in a charged state that I couldn't shake.
He turned to leave and stopped.

"You might want to clean up before you leave the
bathroom."  With that he giggled again and quickly
left me alone in the men's room.

I went to the mirror and was actually shocked at how
much cum he'd had actually deposited onto my face and
shirt.  There was a huge glob right under my eye,
another at the corner of my mouth; some on the side of
my face and even more dripping off my chin.  My neck
was covered with it was my shirt.  As I stood looking
at the mess all over me and wondering where to begin
cleaning, I started to get really excited again and
just looking at my reflection.  I ran my finger along
my face and chin and licked off some cum.  My erection
started building up once again quite quickly.  I wiped
as much off as I could with my fingers, careful not to
waste any in the process and swallowed ever drop as if
it were some life saving nectar.  I then proceeded to
the nearest stall and jerked off again, going over
every last detail of the previous fifteen minutes.

When I'd finally got back to the waiting area and sat
down, I informed my mother that I took long because I
had done a number two and the reason I was wet was
because the water from the sink had splashed all over
my face and shirt in the bathroom. She was just
relieved that I was OK.

"Why were you worried?"  I asked innocently.

"Well, you see that man."  She pointed directly across
to a bench where the guy who had just flooded me with
his cum sat.  "He's a dangerous man, a child molester
who got off on a technicality."

"That's right," said the black woman sitting next to
my mother.  "I've seen him here last week.  They
arrested him without reading him his rights and now so
he's free to keep having sex with young boys.  The sex
fiend"

My mother nodded and quickly added "He was gone when
you went to the bathroom, so I was afraid that the two
of you were their together alone.

I looked back over at him and he smiled and winked at
me.

"The bastard just winked at your son." Said the lady
next to mom.

I remember thinking to myself that if all his
`victims' were as willing as I was, what was the harm?
Of course, I was naive and young boy who had just had
the first sex of his life and enjoyed it beyond
anything else he'd ever experienced.  What else was I
going to think?

The last thing I remember was looking back him sitting
there and then feeling my eyes being magnetically
drawn down to his bulging groin.  The thoughts in my
head were racing all over the place -- "...dangerous
man", "...sex fiend", ..."child molester", ... but the one
thought that stood out most was how I loved being at
his mercy... how I already craved to be alone with him
again, having him do what he did to me, over and over again.