Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2009 06:55:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Daddy <dthe32yoboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy in the Bathroom

(The following is a work of fiction, based solely on this author's
imagination.  If sexual contact between a grown man and a boy of
indeterminate age offends you, then this fantasy isn't for you.  As for the
rest of you, I thoroughly support getting carried away in a fantasy, and I
hope you enjoy mine.)

The Boy In The Bathroom

It had been a very long bus ride.  Doug hadn't been able to masturbate for
the last 36 hours as he traveled halfway across the states in that dreadful
bus with the broken commode.  He had to wait for the bus to stop for gas
fill-ups in order to sneak in a cigarette and a bathroom break, and that
left no time for a little one-on-one with himself.  He had tried sitting in
the very back of the bus, hoping that everyone else might leave him alone
and sit up front, but he found himself surrounded by strangers at all
times.  His cock has been straining against the material of his jeans for
the last couple of hours now, demanding that he take care of it.

The bus turned into a truck stop.  The driver got up and announced to the
riders that he was too tired to drive any more right now, and disembarked,
heading into the truck stop to rent a room for a couple of hours.  The
bewildered riders looked at one another, and then one by one started
leaving the bus to go have dinner, or to rent a room themselves.  Doug
didn't have any money to rent a room, but he didn't need a room.  All he
needed was a bathroom stall and fifteen minutes.

Doug entered the men's room and chose the stall at the end of the row.  It
was as private as he was going to get.  He wasn't particularly loud when he
masturbated, but he was known to moan a bit, so he wanted to be as out of
the way as possible so as not to attract any unwanted attention.

The door of the stall closed firmly.  It was a nice restroom.  There were
no gaps between the wooden door and it's frame.  In fact, while in the
stall, you would swear you were in a fine bathroom, if it were not for the
twelve inch gap between the bottom of the frame and the floor of the stall.
It would do.

Doug shucked his backpack off.  He removed his coat and hat, and sat down
on the toilet.  He unzipped his fly, and pulled the elastic waistband of
his underwear to the side, setting free the 7 inch boner that had been
ignored for far too long.  Doug was a chronic masturbator, and rarely did
more than 12 hours pass between ejaculations.  Doug thrilled at the sight
of his rock hard cock.  He was very proud of his cock, and loved to admire
it when it was standing up straight like it was now.  It was cut, and
thick, with big ropey veins running all along the sides of it.  The head
was an angry purple, and the whole length of his prick bobbed up and down
with his heartbeat.

Getting more into the mood, Doug began removing all of his clothing and
piling it on the back of the toilet.  When he was down to just his
underwear, he pulled it back over his bulging cock, and sat back on the
toilet.  It was an impressive package.  Doug ran his hand through the light
blonde hair that grew thick on his ripped chest and six pack stomach.  He
was rubbing his hands all over himself, teasing his cock through the thin
material holding it in place.  He then stood and removed the underwear
completely.  He was now as naked as the day he was born.  He sat back down,
stretched out his legs, leaned back, and started to gently stroke his cock.

Doug had just really gotten into his jerk off session when he was disturbed
by a faint sound.  It sounded like... giggling?  Doug opened his eyes, and
looked down at his cock.  It was throbbing and leaking like a kitchen sink.
Underneath him, on the floor, lying on his back, was a boy who had crawled
through the gap under the walls of the stall.  He had a huge smile on his
face, and was just lying there watching Doug manipulate his cock from
below.  There was a streak of precum that had dripped from Doug's piss slit
down onto the boy's cheek.

"Get out!" Doug spoke, rather more harshly than he had intended to.  Doug
tried to cover himself up with his hands, but this wasn't easy now that he
was at full mast.  His fat cock waved in the air before him, his precum
dripping off the tip.  Completely ignoring Doug's command to leave, as
though he were deaf, the boy gave himself a push with the heels of his
feet, and pushed his entire body into the stall with Doug.  He sat up with
his back to the door, and folded his legs under him, making himself
comfortable.  "What are you doing?  Get out!" Doug insisted.  The boy
smiled.  He was of asian descent, and his big dark eyes looked curiously at
Doug.  The boy's dark hair was cut short, but his bangs still came down to
just above his eyes.  He reached up to his cheek and ran his finger through
the streak of precum that Doug had inadvertently dripped across his face.
The boy brought his finger to his lips, and gently sucked on the very tip
of his index finger, savoring the salty sweetness of the precum on his
finger.

"What are you doing?" Doug asked.  He felt irritated that the boy had
interrupted him, but yet his cock was bobbing as hard as ever.  Something
about watching that adorable baby faced boy licking Doug's precum off his
finger made Doug hornier than he'd ever been, and he wanted nothing more
than to shoot his entire load on the boy.  But that wouldn't be right.
"I'd really like some privacy, please," Doug choked out, half heartedly.

The boy stood up and looked Doug in the face.  He stepped forward and
without asking, or even indicating that he was going to do so, he quickly
wrapped his tiny hand around the engorged plum that was the head of Doug's
now very sensitive cock.  For a moment, Doug was taken by suprise, and he
had to make a concerted effort to not blow his wad right at that moment all
over the kid's small hand.

"Jesus, kid," Doug said as he pulled the boy's hand off his cockhead,
"That's kind of private, you know?"

The boy stepped back and for a moment Doug thought that he was finally
going to leave.  Quick as a flash, the boy grabbed the waistband of his
pants and yanked them down and off, and Doug noticed for the first time
that the boy wasn't wearing any shoes.  By the time he had taken this fact
in, though, the boy had also stripped off his shirt, so that he now stood
there before Doug completely naked.  He wasn't very big.  He was very
skinny, and his own small cock hung down about an inch in front of a tiny
sack that held two pea sized testicles within.

"Look, you've had your fun.  Now you really need to leave me alone," Doug
tried again.  But the boy stepped over to him and again wrapped his fingers
around Doug's swollen cock.  "Mmmmm..." Doug moaned.  He was trying his
best to get the kid out, but he felt trapped.  Trapped by a kid!  Coming to
his senses, Doug pushed the boy off of himself, and stood up.  "Now that
really is enough!"  Doug yelled at the boy.  "It is time for you to leave.
Now."  Doug made to open the door and throw the boy out of the stall when
something happened that shocked him so much he lost all other train of
thought as it happened.

The boy was very short, and when Doug stood up, his rigid cock -- sticking
out at a ninety degree angle from his body -- came to the exact height as
the boy's head.  As Doug fidgeted with the lock on the door in order to
evict the boy, he felt the tip of his cock being engulfed by something warm
and wet and wonderful.  He again looked down, and this time saw the boy
with his mouth attached to Doug's dick, his cheeks caved in as he sucked
with all his strength on the swollen purple head of Doug's cock.

It had been too long since the last orgasm.  Doug knew he couldn't resist
this anymore.  He returned to the toilet and sat down again.  This time he
was resigned to giving the boy whatever it is he wanted.  He didn't have
the strength to continue resisting, not when he was THIS horny.  He just
needed to cum.  He spread his legs open wide to give the boy complete
access to his privates.  The boy cupped Doug's balls in his hand, and
gently kneaded them as he flicked his tongue over Doug's cockhead.  Doug
moaned, and the boy took the head into his mouth and did a great job
polishing Doug's knob.

"Slow down, kid," Doug whispered.  He could feel his cumload surging up
from his hairy balls.  "You don't want it to end so quickly, do you?"
Without removing his mouth from Doug's hairy, man sized prick, the boy
shook his head from side to side.  Doug felt the sides of his cockhead
rubbing on the inside of the boy's mouth.  This angel of a boy, suckling at
his cock like a baby from it's mother's tit.  It was almost enough to make
him blow his load right there and then.

Doug reached down between the boy's legs, and groped his equipment.  Even
though the boy was young, his cock had still inflated, and become a hard
little peg sticking out a couple of inches from his body.  At Doug's touch,
the boy moaned on Doug's cock.  Doug started masturbating the boy as he
continued to suck on Doug's pole.  Doug could feel that the boy was
experienced at this, as he was able to swallow quite a bit of Doug's cock,
despite it's girth.

As Doug's moans started to get more frantic, the boy knowingly backed off.
He took Doug's cock in his two hands, neither of which could reach around
Doug's fat cock alone, and rubbed it up and down while continuously licking
and slurping at the tip, teasing the underside of it with his tongue.  Doug
allowed his head to loll backward, and he reveled in the joyous sensations
that this kid's fingers were creating on the flesh of his cock.  It wasn't
long before he felt the jizz rising in his balls.

"I'm about to cum," Doug panted at the boy.  He had expected the boy to
pull off and jerk him to a mind bending finish, but this boy could suck
like a pro.  He fixed his lips over the ridge of Doug's cockhead and using
his tongue he assaulted the sensitive underside of Doug's dick.  It didn't
take long until Doug was letting loose with volley after volley of cum.  It
came gushing out of his cock and directly into the mouth and throat of the
boy before him.  The boy held on tight to the head of Doug's cock, and
sucked and sucked until Doug had to stop him, or he would have passed out.
The boy hadn't wanted to miss a drop.

Then, standing up and straddling Doug's legs, the boy rubbed his little nub
all over Doug's upper thigh.  Doug reached down between them and grabbed
his own flaccid cock by the base and squeezed it like a toothpaste tube.  A
pearly drop of jizz appeared in Doug's piss slit, and he used his finger to
scoop it up with.  Doug then smeared the drop of cum on the boy's dickhead,
and began tweaking it back and forth between his fingers.  The boy closed
his eyes and screwed up his face as his little dry boygasm shook through
his body.  Doug felt the boy's penis between his fingers throb back and
forth with the force of his orgasm.

After a few minutes, Doug made to stand up, but the boy pushed him back
down onto the toilet.  "What now?" Doug asked, the events of the last
fifteen minutes playing over and over in his head.  The boy picked up his
clothes, and left the stall.  Doug sat there, stunned.  He listened as the
boy pushed open the men's room door, spoke to someone in a hushed voice,
and left.  Doug threw his head back and covered his face with his hands.
"What on earth have I done?" he mused to himself.  He couldn't believe that
he'd just made love to a boy, and wasn't completely disgusted with himself.
And as Doug sat there, lost in his own thoughts with his head thrown back
and his hands over his face, he was never aware of the new boy that had
walked through the stall door, and was now on his knees, his mouth open
wide, and sinking closer and closer to the large flaccid meat lying across
Doug's thigh, jizz still leaking from the slit at the tip.

If you enjoyed this story, you can check out my other works: "After The
Pool," posted to the incest section of Nifty on August 12, 2005; and "Me
and My Boy," a six part series posted to the incest section of Nifty
between November 2 - 26, 2003


Comments, questions, and photos of what you're doing while reading one of
my stories are most welcome and appreciated.  E-mails can be directed to
Randy at: dthe32yoboy@yahoo.com.