Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 20:49:57 -0800 (PST)
From: "Mark, Mark Cabela, Cabela" <markcabela@yahoo.com>
Subject: Been There Once Before

I just went through the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport for the first time in
years, the first time since the spring I turned 15.  It was walking into a
place I had been before that brought back memories as vivid as they day
they happened.  While I have had so conflicted thoughts and feelings about
it since that day, don't be concerned about me.  I have turned out pretty
good, happy as I could be in an entry level job that just doesn't seem to
have an exit.  So, I will tell you the story, and enjoy it.

I had been out west for a week at a special studies camp for kids who were
interested in the environment and deserts.  I did enjoy the camp and things
we got to do but it was rough living there.  We slept in sleeping bags
although on army cots.  The bathroom was barely fancier than an outhouse.
The showers were nothing more than pvc pipes attached to a fence made out
of limbs and only hid your bodies from a distance.  I wasn't into showering
all that much then anyway.

The counselors/teachers were very good at keeping the girls and boys apart.
I never saw any of the things that others talk about happening at camps.  I
never heard any of the boys jacking in their beds, no one snuck out to play
with each others' dicks behind the cactus, or at least I never knew it.
Myself, I did find a way to jack a few times, much much less than I had
been doing, but I did get a little relief.

I was on my way home.  I was dirty, completely tired, my lips were chapped
so bad from the desert air, and I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.  I
had on an old but clean t-shirt, shorts that were the cleanest I had left,
and a worn out pair of Tevas.  I had my backpack with about half my
clothes, and $5.41 (A $5 bill and, one quarter, one dime, one nickel, one
penny -- I don't know why I remember that.)  My hair had been combed about
10 hours ago and was a mess then anyway.  My sunburn had turned into a good
tan.

I was thin then, I was no weakling just thin.  My legs were thin enough
that they looked like sticks coming out of my shorts.  I had about as much
belt hanging loose as I did around my waist.  Light brown hair, green eyes,
and a need to shave about once a month.  I was fighting zits then too.  I
didn't have that many really, I just hated them and it took all kind of
effort to keep them away.

I had a dick that would get hard whenever it wanted to.  Topped with a
fluff of brown pubes and a few pubes on my balls and elsewhere.  When I was
limp, which wasn't that often, I was at least 6 inches and I could bone up
to about 8.  Cut and smooth, not a lot of veins, and probably some calluses
built up from all the rubbing.  I had a few dark hairs on my legs and less
than a dozen on my chest.

I was there at the DFW airport to change planes, supposedly for only an
hour or so.  Fly in from the west and then head north and be home about
dark.  Going out there was the first time I had ever flown alone, there was
absolutely no problem there, didn't even have to change planes.  While on
the first plane, I was worried about making it to the other one.  I was
coached by my parents that I had to hurry to make sure I got on the plane.
I did sleep most of the way on the first plane, but somebody was always
talking or trying to give me cookies or bumping into the seats.  I did rush
over to the other gate, got there in plenty of time, no one was even there
to take my ticket.  It all turned out that it didn't matter anyway.

I have never seen a hail storm like what hit the airport.  It was a solid
sheet of baseballs hammering the planes.  They kept announcing to move away
from the windows but I just had to watch.  It seemed like it lasted
forever.  They announced that the planes were going to be delayed, I cussed
about it just like everyone else in the place.  I was amazed to see all the
dents in the planes.  The way the lights were set, you could see a dent
about every 6 inches and some looked like it made holes.  My interest in
looking at the destruction then turned into a grumble.  They announced that
there was so much damage to the planes and other stuff that all the rest of
the outgoing flights were cancelled at least until tomorrow.

I had no idea what to do, I was disappointed when the guy behind the
counter told me to go find a comfortable spot and just hang in there until
the next day.  I thought they would at least let us go to a hotel somewhere
and pay for it, but nothing like that at all.  I hadn't eaten since I left
camp, actually just got a Snickers and Coke at the gas station when we
left.  It was my first shock at the prices airports charge for food.  I
roamed around a couple of the food places, trying to find something I could
spend my $5.41.  A bottle of water was $2.00!  Most of the stuff I could
afford wasn't going to be for sale until the morning.  I decided to starve
and wait rather than get weird stuff to eat right then.  I did get a coke
in my camp souvenir water bottle, I probably should have left some money
when I passed through last week.

I found a place that I thought would be quiet and spread out on two chairs,
even with the armrest in the middle.  There was guy's bag in the seat next
to me and he was one over.  He got up not long after that, I figure he was
smelling me, I smelled a lot like the camp and campfires.

Then there was a guy who had been sitting across the hall from me who got
up and moved into the chair next to me.  He sat down and was quiet for a
little while.  I watched him through almost closed eyes and it looked like
he was checking me out.  I was trying to just go to sleep and not worry
about having to wait all night.  Then the guy moved his bags and it hit my
leg, I jumped a little but mostly just moved into a different position.
Since I was so wide awake, the guy started talking to me.

He found out that I was flying by myself, where I had been, where my home
was, what I thought about deserts and Al Gore.  He compared my experiences
at the camp to nudist camps, not that he had ever been to one.  His hand
and arm moved right next to mine and touched me the length of my arm.  He
started swirling his fingers on the back of my wrist.  I thought that was a
little strange but it felt good enough and I just let him do it.  There was
a long time that went by, his fingers on my wrist went to moving his hand
all along my arm.  The talk got very intimate and sexy.  I had to adjust my
boner several times.  I bet I went an entire hour and only grunted or
nodded my head while he talked.  My heart was beating fast and although
there were thousands of people around me, I could only see this one man.

He wasn't much bigger than me at the time.  Probably only 5'8" and thin.
He had perfect dark black hair.  He had a tan but wasn't dark.  Nice white
teeth, actually very bright white teeth.  His face was small and round but
very attractive.  He had on a very expensive dark suit, it looked like it
was made for him personally.  His briefcase matched his other bag.  A great
looking watch with diamonds around the dial, rings in the same gold, and a
pin holding his tie and collar together.

He surprised me when he asked if I needed money.  I thought he was just
going to give it to me.  But when he laid the back of his hand on the top
of my boner, I started to figure it out.  It was a complete business
meeting.  All I had to do was let him suck my dick and I would earn $20.
Then it was $40.  I probably would have done it for $20, but I was more
concerned about how I would let him do it and not get caught than I was
with doing it.  He was into putting a lot of pressure on me, he promised me
that no one would know or could see, he told me I could quit anytime, and I
wouldn't have to do anything.

If he had just grabbed me by the arm and led me away I would have gone with
him without all the encouragement.  It was as much the excitement of doing
it as it was about the sex act.  He asked me if I was ready, I nodded
somewhat and then he did get me on my feet and I started following him.  I
kept thinking over and over that I was going to get my dick sucked!  It
didn't matter too much to me at the time who it was or what gender the
sucker was.  I was worried my boner would start shooting before we got to
where ever we were going.

Thinking back, I can't even imagine myself going with the guy.  I wasn't
street smart by any means, all was too nice and perfect in the little town
I was from.  But I was also aware of the dangers then too, I just blocked
it out and looked at it as an opportunity.  This would be my first sexual
encounter, unless you call pissing into cans in the alley with my friends.
But then, some of them had such small dicks, I couldn't even see them in
the fly of their jeans.

The guy led me to a restroom at the very end of the terminal.  There were
people hanging everywhere but a lot less in that part.  We walked in, he
looked around and pointed me to a urinal.  Well I did what guys do at
urinals and started to piss.  It was only a few seconds when the one other
guy in there zipped up and walked out.  He told me to hurry and get in the
stall at the end.  He made me hurry enough that I had to pinch the end of
my dick to stop the piss.  I got to finish pissing into the toilet as he
positioned his bags and my backpack so no one could look under the walls.

He looked over my shoulder as I pissed and he told me how pretty my dick
was.  I even put my hand on my loose t-shirt so he could see it better.  He
was still looking when I got to the shaking phase of pissing.  Two shakes
and I was hard, the third one had his hand on my dick.  Oh and that did
excite me.  I acted really squirrelly, my legs ran in place with the touch,
I cussed a few times, and couldn't find a place to put my hands, especially
since one of my favorite places to put my hand was taken.

I settled down and just liked the feel, although scared to death.  He
stroked me a few times, slower than I had usually stroked myself.  Then he
had me move around him and he sat on the toilet.  My dick was right in his
face and it didn't take him long at all to swallow it.  I couldn't control
the shaking in my body as this was the first time I ever had that feeling.
He pumped his head some, licked with his tongue, twisted it all around, and
tasted every part of my dick.  His fingers went in under my underwear and
played with my balls and pubes.  His other hand was on my butt, pulling me
close when he wanted to.  I had both my hands on the walls of the stall,
just trying to stand.

We slowed down to almost nothing as we heard someone pissing.  When we
started back up, he looked up and told me to hold it as long as I could.
If I had been jacking myself, I would have been cuming with about two
strokes.  I held on for the longest I ever had, I was so close when another
pisser came in and left.  I was worried about getting caught then and I was
there.  As soon as he started up again, I shot, my knees buckled, my hips
were thrusting, I could feel my balls unload.  He kept sucking me as I shot
all of it out.  I was limp and he was still sucking and it was tickling so
much I had to make him stop.

He stood up, he was sweating more than me.  I could smell my cum on his
breath when he looked me in the eye.  Then he tucked my dick back in my
underwear, made sure it was hanging right, then zipped me up.  That is
still a weird feeling to this day, I love it when somebody dresses me like
that.  But I was scared and feeling guilty right then.  I didn't say
anything.  I was ready to get out of there.  I was moving to get out of the
door when he went into his wallet.  I had forgotten that he said he would
pay me something.  If he had just let me get out of the door he wouldn't
have had to pay me at all.  He told me $40, but he pulled out a $50 and
told me to take it and go have fun with it.

I walked out of there with a funny walk.  My dick was all slobbered on and
it felt so weird sticking to my legs.  As soon as I left the restroom,
there were thousands of people right outside.  That got my heart pumping
harder, I was very scared that they all knew just what happened.  I didn't
even look back, I just kept walking.  I was way at the far end and I got
looking for food.  I was in line, with the $50 bill still in my hand and
trying to order when the greasy kid behind the counter told me I couldn't
pay with the $50.  It was the first time I ever found out that all money
wasn't good.  Even the old couple in front of me were arguing with the kid.
I was so stupid for not letting the old guy make change for me out of his
wallet.  When he asked me, I told him I had other money.  They walked away,
and then didn't have enough to buy what I wanted, ended up with the worst
french fries I have ever had, and stole another coke in my bottle.

As soon as I sat down, the reality of what happened hit me.  I had all
kinds of emotions right then.  Guilt, pleasure, success, worry,
anxiousness, horniness, etc.  It was really all that was going through my
head.  I went to find another place to sit and sleep until the planes
started flying again.  I tried the seats I had, I looked for any seat at
all.  There were guys lying on the floors and against walls.  I gave up on
finding a seat and flopped down against the wall.  I was there a long time,
long enough for my butt to get numb.  I really wanted to lay down but it
just looked so dirty.  I was sleeping a little at a time.  Then I felt
somebody sit close to me.  I didn't even want to look up.

Then I smelled his cologne and a little bit of my cum.  The guy found me
again.  He started talking, nothing about what had happened earlier but
more about getting out of the airport.  We talked about how good it was
when we would finally get on the plane and go home.  Then he said something
about getting a place to stay for the night. Getting into a real bed, even
a real shower sounded so wonderful right then.  He asked me if I wanted to
share a hotel room with him.  He said it wouldn't cost too much.  I did get
mad right then, I was figuring he wanted me to pay for the room with the
money I just got from him.  He kept talking and it did sound good.  When he
said he would even pay for it all, and that I would have my own bed, I was
sold.  When he said I could even get some more money for what we did
before, I was on my feet helping him up.

I really liked and trusted this guy at the time.  It had been long enough
since he sucked me that I was feeling good about it all again.  I really
didn't think it was that strange for a 15 year old boy to go to a hotel
with a 30 something year old man.  I thought I was old enough and
invincible, although I knew that if my dad or mom every found out, I was
dead.

We went out and got into a cab.  He was whispering things to me as we rode
to a hotel.  I heard him say that I would get another $50 for doing it
again.  And more money if things went on beyond that.  He made me promise
him that I would tell him to stop if I didn't want to do anymore.  I
remember thinking I would tell him when I could no longer cum.  I did know
that I would run out of cum and have to wait until the next day.  That is
what I thought he was talking about, going as far as I wanted.

We got to the hotel, he had me wait outside while he got the key.  When he
came out, we went right to the room.  He told me I could have a dresser
drawer to put my clothes.  So I stuffed my entire backpack into one of the
drawers.  He took time to unpack everything, hanging suits in the closet
and putting folded underwear and socks in the drawers.  I sat on my bed and
watched him, it took him awhile and I was ready to just lay back and fall
asleep.  He finished and he started taking off clothes, he told me to go
ahead and strip down.  He got down to underwear and a t-shirt, just about
where I started.  I was down to just my underwear, with a boner just
starting to build.

He told me he would pay me in the morning if I would let him suck him
again.  He got a little nastier in his speech as we were all alone now.  He
told me he wanted to suck my beautiful dick.  He wanted to play with my boy
balls.  He had to have my hard-on.  He walked toward me, I was shaking.  He
reached to me and pulled my underwear down to about my knees, I was
complete hard and it really didn't take him long to put his mouth
completely over my dick.  He started sucking and pulling his mouth off.
Each time he would say something about my cute little balls (I hated that
to this day, I had big ol' mean balls).  He was very careful about his
teeth but he did nibble on my dick head.  That almost made me cum.

His hands were all over me, squeezing my butt, holding my balls, pinching
my tits, even going back behind my balls and playing with my hole.  I
couldn't stay on my feet and kept backing up.  I sat on the nightstand
between our beds.  He was pumping his head fast and hard.  I warned him and
then shot another load.  I felt the tip of my dick hit the back of his
throat as I shot once.  It felt like his throat squeezed my dick and that
sent a shiver through me.

When I was done, he laid me down on my bed, and threw the bedspread over my
naked body.  He laid back on his bed and started playing with his boner in
his underwear.  I watched him do that.  He would stroke a little but mostly
mashed it around.  I moved around, to see better, I was recovering from
cuming.  The guy got up and stood next to my bed.  He had one hand in his
underwear and the other one was rubbing real easy on my butt.  It tickled
some and it made me jump each time he moved a finger along my crack.

He told me to get in the middle of the bed and then he ran into the
bathroom.  I could see his boner bouncing up and down in his underwear as
he ran.  He came out with a little bottle of lotion.  He moved pillows and
waded up the bedspread.  I jumped on the pillows, really expecting that he
wanted to watch me hump the pillows, something I had gotten pretty good at
home.  He got me all lined up, I felt some cool air hit my butthole, and
then the cold lotion hit my hole!  I jumped and laughed a little.  I made a
lot of different sounds as I felt his lotion covered fingers push right
inside of me.  It was burning, it was ripping me up, it hurt but it also
felt good.  I felt my dick getting harder.

He leaned on my back and said a bunch of stuff I couldn't figure out.  I
could feel his boner and pubes grinding into my butt.  It was a different
feeling for me.  He then raised up, I felt the tip of his dick pushing
against my butt.  I was all lotioned up and could feel my butthole being
all slippery.  I knew his dick was lined up with my hole but when his
dickhead pushed inside of me, I started to scramble off the bed.  The guy
took his hand and pressed it against the back of my neck.  He pushed me
into the bed. I started to tell him not to do it when I felt my asshole rip
open, I couldn't scream as hard as I tried.  I tried to make noise but I
could barely make a sound.

He rammed his dick into my hole, and then three more times slammed it deep
as he could.  It was hurting but I could also feel some good.  It was like
my dick was being pushed at the back side.  I could feel my balls getting
hit by his.  Each time he slammed his dick in my ass it hurt but it also
got feeling better each time.  He did let go of my neck but I was thrashing
around on the bed.  I grabbed huge handfuls of the bed and sheets.  I even
bit the bed a few times.  Up until the end, I would have asked him to stop,
if I could have talked.  It was feeling great when he stopped long enough
to squirt more lotion on his dick that he pulled out part way.  When he
started again, he was pumping fast.  His hands were grabbing my hips hard
and pulling me back and forth.  His body was slapping my butt hard and
fast.  His balls bouncing off of mine.  I heard him start to squeak and I
could tell he was about to cum.  And then he exploded.  I couldn't believe
he was cuming inside of me.  And I felt it too, I felt the cum squirt right
in me.  I was concentrating on how the cum felt and barely noticed he
pulled out his limp dick.

He patted my butt and told me sternly to go to sleep.  He didn't want to
talk at all.  He got in his bed, rolled over with the covers and went to
sleep.  It took me a little bit to get my covers and pillows all straighten
out.  Then I had to shit so bad.  I was actually holding my butthole with a
hand as I ran into the bathroom.  I emptied out everything, especially his
cum.  I couldn't feel if it was lotion or cum but it felt like my butthole
was so big that I could shit a football and leave room for a fart.

I was also thinking about leaving.  I wasn't sure how I felt about what
happened and I thought it might be the easiest thing to just leave. I
thought about it, I didn't know where I was, or how to get back to the
airport.  The taxi was almost $30 and I had $3 and that $50, I wasn't sure
if that would get me back.  I stood in the bathroom for awhile.  I was
completely naked, and I wasn't sure if I could find my shorts and t-shirt,
and I was going to give up on my underwear.  I looked out a couple of times
and the guy was snoring and sound asleep.  I was tired, already been
fucked, the bed looked great, so I decided to go to bed and sleep.  I
stayed awake just a little, but then fell asleep faster than I thought I
would.

I don't remember anything else, I slept all night long.  Then I felt a push
on my hip.  I thought I was back at camp and was getting woken up by the
counselor.  I squirmed a little bit.  The hand shook me now.  I heard a
voice tell me to scoot up.  I did and then all my covers were pulled off.
I reached around fast for them and then I realized it was the guy waking me
up.  I felt his hand start rubbing my naked butt.  At first not near my
crack, just on the buns.  It was a little soothing actually.  I felt his
boner slap against my butt.  It would slap loud enough to make a real
noise.  He lined his dick up and slid it up and down my crack.

He stopped and began to feel around on the nightstand.  When he said, fuck
the lotion, I saw it and grabbed it right away.  I handed it to him, I
wanted it to slide as much as it could.  I was still sore and I was afraid
it would hurt worse.  But I also remember my hole opening and closing, just
waiting for his dick to push in there.  And it did, I thought he was going
to take his time putting it in, but after the whole head was in, he slammed
hard.  I couldn't even move.  When I caught my breath, I bit down on the
pillow.  I know I was even crying a little.  But is did start to feel
better.

I even started to hump my hips.  He came out of my hole a few times, it
felt much better when he put his dick back in me.  He made me stay still as
he built up his cum.  He was cussing and moaning as he was about to cum and
then yelled when he shot into me.  I could feel it each time again.  He
layed on top of my, one hand under me and playing with my nipple.  I could
feel his limp dick flinch a few times.  I was staying awake but about the
time I decided to close my eyes and just go to sleep like that, he got up.

He told me to get dressed and go to the lobby and eat breakfast.  It was
free, so I didn't have to worry about the money I had.  He was going to
take a shower and after I came back from breakfast we would go to the
airport.  I found my underwear all messed up in the sheets, put on the same
shorts and t-shirt and went down to eat.  And I ate like I was starved for
a week.  Just plain old bacon and scrambled eggs but I had huge piles of
each.

I thought about leaving again without going back.  I worried what would
happened to my butt.  I felt cum leak out twice.  There were people around
me.  I hadn't combed my hair, no shoes at all, I was already stinky from
camp, now I was smelling like sex.  I could smell the cum and ass.  I just
stayed in the corner and ate and ate.  I decided that was enough, when I
went back to the room I was going to tell him that was all I could handle.
As I walked back to the room, I farted and it lasted about 10 minutes, and
more of his cum slid out.

I had to knock to get back in.  He was all clean, still in a towel and hair
wet.  He was in a very good mood again.  He talked to me about breakfast,
and just barely about last night.  Most of what he said was that it was
wild and fun.  He was out at the mirror and sink part and I told him I had
to go to the bathroom.  I never shit in front of any one but I didn't have
all that much choice, I was either going to shit my pants or do it on the
toilet.  We kept talking as I was doing it.  He barely took his eyes off of
me, staring at my dick.  He finally walked away to put underwear on and I
did the paperwork and got out.  I never did get to see his dick or balls,
not even a glimpse, he was behind me when it was out.

He told me I needed a shower real bad, I couldn't argue at all.  I dug out
a clean t-shirt, but my short were about the cleanest I had.  I compared
the smell of them and checked to see if cum had leaked out on to them.
There was wet spots but they didn't show and they smelled the best.  My
underwear was lost though.  They were nasty in front and back.  Cum and
poop and sweaty.  The others I had in the backpack were too nasty to put
on.  I just tossed them into the trash can.  Showered quick and then dried
off in front of the guy.  I was feeling good by that time.  I was also
having fun watching his boner pop out in his underwear as I twisted around
getting dry.

When I was presentable and as clean as I could get, the guy put pants and a
shirt on.  Told me I had to get to the airport, the planes were ready.  As
I grabbed my backpack, I noticed that my underwear were no longer in the
trash can.

I was ready to get into another cab when I was told to get into a van from
the hotel to take me to the airport.  I felt so damn dumb right then, if I
had known I could do that, I realized I could have left during the night.
But then that funny feeling in my ass reminded me that I really did like
the feeling.  I decided if the guy wanted to do me one more time I would.
They threw my backpack in the back of the van and then the guy called me
over to the side.  He thanked me for the night and said great things about
me, then he pulled the front of my shorts out and stuff a hand inside.  I
could feel the money as he mashed my dick and balls around.  I was scared
again, the guys in the hotel could almost see me, and the cars going by
could see me if they looked.  It didn't last long and he had me go get on
the van.  With no underwear on, some of the money slipped out the leg of my
shorts.  I had to shake it all down and pick it up.  The old driver looked
at me real strange but just smiled and got the door closed.

I was at the airport, waiting another 4 hours for my plane before I counted
my money.  I had $360 that he put down the front of my shorts, and $50 from
the night before.  I never had that kind of money for just me.  I even had
2 $100 bills, I never even held them before.  For the rest of the day, my
butthole twitched, it felt like I needed something inside.  I had so much
time that I hid in a restroom stall and jacked twice.  My dick was sore and
with no underwear on, it was sensitive the whole flight.

It didn't get much better when my parents picked me up.  It was a long ride
back home and I had to tell them all about my camp.  I was so tempted to
say something about how I spent the night before.  I did slip up a couple
of times when I said something about the bed or pillow in the hotel.  I
went right to bed and it was horrible when I had to get up on Monday for
school.

I have thought about that several times but it was as I went into that same
restroom at DFW and saw the stall that it all began that I remembered it
and wanted to write it down.  It did affect me over the years, mostly good,
sometimes some angst, and it led to some other experiments the next few
years.