Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:04:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Pearce <monsearkus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ferry Ride Encounter

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This is kind of a companion piece to "at his mercy"
listed on March 23.  If you want to see what led to
this experience for me, you might want to read it
before going further.
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The experience in the courthouse that I'd had several
months earlier, had now set the stage for what I knew
I really wanted and craved. One might think that at
eleven years of age a person doesn't really know much
of anything, but I knew how much I had loved putting
an older man's penis in my mouth, and I desperately
craved that experience again.

For the next several months I repeatedly fantasized
that I might meet that stranger in some restroom
somewhere else and that he would cum all over my face
again and this time in my mouth.  And whenever I had
the opportunity to go into a men's room, whether
shopping with mom or out on my own, I looked in
desperation for him but to no avail.  There were other
`sight' encounters, where a man at a urinal next to me
would notice my interest and show me his cock, but
that was it.

One late night, coming home on the Staten Island Ferry
from a Broadway show with my uncle Fred, I went down
to the first level to the dingy, dirty restrooms in
order to take an eager piss (though I'd told him that
I had to shit, just in case I was `detained').

"Put toilet paper on the seat, those bathrooms can get
pretty nasty," he'd said before I departed.

As I entered the restroom I saw that there were
already two men at the urinals.  I thought I might
have interrupted something, the way the guy closest to
me quickly zipped himself up and left the bathroom.

I noticed the other man was still at the far urinal
and I immediately felt that nervous pang of excitement
because he was obviously not leaving.  But then I saw
that he was so close to the urinal, I couldn't see
anything sticking out of his pants.

He was a white guy probably in his thirties or forties
and was wearing a business suit of some kind.  I
remember thinking that he was probably like many of
the men that hated being watched by people like me and
that's why he was pushed up against the urinal -- I'd
seen it before and I never really gave them much more
attention when I encountered them.

When I started to pee, I looked once more at him and
saw him look at me, then smile.  I smiled back and
that must've been a signal for him, for he pulled back
from the urinal and proudly displayed his fully erect
cock of maybe 7 inches or so.

I was shocked and quite pleased and all I did was
stare at it for several seconds.  He rewarded my
interest with a slow stroking action that soon made me
as hard as stone.  I then pulled back and decided to
also show him my own five-inch cock.  He mouthed the
words `Nice'.  And with that I also began to stroke it
for him.  I was nervous, excited and wanted him to
take control, to be dominant with me and do what my
black friend had done several months earlier.  He
pulled back and started walking toward me, his hard
cock bouncing up and down as my heart began racing and
that nervous, tingling sensation in my belly began
reaching new heights.

He stood in front of the urinal next to mine and
looked once at the door way which was semi-blocked by
a partition, then smiled at me.

No words exchanged.  He just reached down and grabbed
my cock and began stroking it gently.  It was the
first time that any other hands but my own had touched
me down there and I was in lustful heaven.  My
breathing got faster, my heart rate doubled and I
began feeling that same submissive feeling that ruled
my senses the last time I had been with a stranger.

He wasn't as tall as that black guy was but tall
enough that his cock was about a foot below my eye
level.  He hadn't even unbuttoned his pants - his hard
cock was just sticking up out of his zipper through
his pants - somehow the site of it jutting out of his
open zipper really excited me for some reason.  I just
stared at his beautiful large cock while he stroked
me, wondering if I would get the chance to stick it in
my mouth.  I knew that if he continued his incredible
handling of me for much longer, I would be Cuming in
no time.  Then he suddenly stopped and stuffed his
cock back in his pants.  I immediately did the same,
thinking he'd heard someone walked in or something.
Then and whispered:

"Let's go to one of the stalls".

I didn't know what a stall was till he led me back to
the row of toilets against the far wall.  We went into
the last one and he closed the door then drew the
latch.  I was now panting with an overpowering
excitement as well as with a little twinge of fear.

He sat on the toilet, unbuckled my pants and pulled
them and my underwear down to the floor.  I felt a bit
bashful being half naked before a stranger, but the
feeling soon subsided as he began to fondle me again.
He was taking great care to please me -- brushing his
fingers along my balls, slowly stroking the head and
the shaft, squeezing me in all the right places -- I
was experiencing sensations that my young hands had
never had the knowledge to produce.  As I looked at
his face I could see that he was in absolute awe at
having this young kid before him to have his way with.
 Little did he know how far I would be willing to go
if he just commanded me.

I looked down at his groin and could see the bulging
outline of his stiffened cock and I remember thinking
how great it would be to see the real thing, when he
suddenly engulfed my entire penis into his mouth in
one swift motion.  I almost fell back against the
wall, startled from this action.  And then my mind
practically went blank from sensations that, until
then, I could never imagine ever experiencing.

His tongue was swirling around my little cock like a
liquid tornado of electric pleasure.  My eyes were
closed and my head was tilted back in pure ecstasy as
I felt sensation after sensual moist sensation wash
over my entire body. I remember opening my eyes for a
moment and seeing a crack in the dirty ceiling right
above me.  I stared at this long fissure that
stretched across the whole ceiling not thinking, not
registering, not imagining anything else in the
universes except it and the pleasure swirling around
me.

All that existed was that crack in the ceiling and
that incredible in/out out motion of moist heaven that
was happening to the middle region of my body. It
wasn't long before I felt the familiar sensation
building up in my cock that would erupt through my
remaining awareness into erotic oblivion.

And then he stopped.

My head dropped down and I found him looking up at me
smiling.

"Can't let that happen yet, now can we?" He said.  He
then stood up and motioned me to sit on the toilet.  I
was afraid that any quick action would push my cock
over the edge to orgasmic play land -- that's how close
I was.  So I sat down slowly on this dirty, pissed
stained toilet -- I didn't care, though, even as I sat
on it - I had a good idea about what was going to now
take place.

He un-zippered his pants and let them drop to the
floor.  He was wearing boxer shorts, which I always
found sexy.  They were black with gold diamonds on
them.  He didn't pull them down but just opened the
gap in front and pulled is semi-erect cock out.  The
sight was thrilling to me, as his cock just plopped
out and hung right there before my eyes.  I now knew
for sure that there was no barriers to what I'd
fantasized doing over and over again for the last
several months.

Here it was, a beautiful, large cock belonging to a
real older man who wanted the thrill of having is dick
sucked by an eager eleven year old boy.  He couldn't
possibly know that the thrill I was experiencing far
outweighed his, exponentially.

I remember thinking to my self as I watched his dick
grow harder and larger by the anticipation he was
feeling -- `so this is what it is to be gay, to yearn
for the touch and taste of another man's penis.'

For months now I'd taken the liberty of practicing how
far I could take a dick down my throat with a toy Star
Wars Light Saber I'd gotten for Christmas.  Closed
eyes, sucking a piece of plastic, imagining it was
that black man in the courthouse.  I knew I'd be able
to take at least 4 inches into my mouth now, not just
the 2 inches I took with the guy in the courthouse.
The only big difference was that this was a live,
pulsing, veiny, smelly man's cock, and it was a bit
thicker than the toy I'd practiced on

The sight of his hairy, musky smelling cock sticking
out of his underwear was sending nervous chills
through my body.  I reached up with my right hand and
grab what I could of the base of his penis -- again the
thrill chills covered my body like electrical charges
along inadequate power lines.  It was now protruding
in the air, the head pointing up at my forehead, so I
began pulling it down to be level with my mouth.  As I
did this, the ferry stranger inched his pelvis forward
so his dick was now just an inch from my mouth.

"Go ahead..." he said to me in a guttural whisper.

I opened my mouth and moved my head forward till his
red bulging dick head was in my mouth.

He groaned softly and said: "Yeah... that's it little
boy."

I was in ecstasy, breathing heavy, swirling my tongue
around the tip of his head as he had done to my whole
penis.  I remember opening my eyes and seeing the
close up of his cock sticking out of his boxer shorts,
a tuft of hair escaping the opening, wishing that this
could go on for hours.

I went down another inch and felt the beautiful cock
in my mouth surge from the pleasure this stranger was
feeling.  He groaned again to let me know how much I
was pleasing him.  Then he put one hand my shoulder,
and the other hand he rested on my little head.  I was
praying that he would push down on the back of my head
but he didn't, so I just stopped where I was, going no
deeper, urging to do it from the shear will of wanting
the pleasure of my throat against his cock head.

It didn't take long for him to meet my desire, but
what he did was quite unexpected.

He lifted his other hand off my shoulder and with both
hands he grasped my entire head in a very tight grip.
Then he pushed down hard and fast, pushing four inches
of his cock into my mouth, past my tongue and into my
throat.  I gagged a little as his head hit the back of
my throat but he just held me there with a tight grip
that I could never imagine being able to escape from.
I was suddenly afraid, as I was finding it hard to
breath and was fearful that he was going to hurt me.

"Breath through your nose."  He whispered, and then he
eased up and let me pull back a bit but not entirely.
I still had at least two-inches in my mouth.

"You don't know how good that felt... having a little
boy's mouth so far down my cock."  My fear began to
evaporate, I mean, wasn't this what I wanted?  To be
at the sexual mercy of an older man, to have him force
me to please him till he was finished with me and I
was left alone on this dirty toilet with nothing but a
sweat memory and the taste of his cum in my mouth and
throat?

I didn't give him a chance -- I wanted to prove that I
was his servant and that I could take what ever he
forced onto me -- I dove down fast on his cock just as
fast as he had forced me to do, taking the same four
inches that were wet with my saliva deep into my
mouth.  His body jerked from the surprise thrust of my
willing head, and the groan that escaped his mouth was
louder than I'm sure he'd intended.

I retracted my head than went down again, slower this
time so I could take in even more of this hard,
throbbing pole of flesh I was worshipping so
loveingly.

Down and up again, down and up -- I kept doing all the
things I remembered him doing to me just minutes
earlier.  I remember at one point looking up at his
face and seeing him with his mouth open looking at my
pleasing him with a near disbelief in his eyes, as if
he couldn't belief that an adolescent boy could do
what I was doing to him and love every precious second
of it.  When I looked back down at the base of his
cock sticking out his shorts I suddenly felt his grip
on my head get really tight, almost to the point of
pain.  I had a pretty good idea that he was going to
shove me down hard, so I opened my throat quickly in
anticipation.  Instead, he held my head in place and
began to fuck my mouth slowly.  I couldn't believe
what was happening to me -- he was truly using my mouth
like some sexual receptacle and I was in complete
euphoric lust from this new experience.

Each time he pushed himself into my mouth he went
deeper, held me there for a few seconds than pulled
back again.  He did this quite a bit and at several
points I felt his cock get really hard and he would
just stop his thrusting, holding my head rock still
till his cock softened back to a normal erection
before continuing.  From my own masturbation
experience, I was sure that he was stopping him self
from Cuming, enjoying as much of the use of my eager
mouth that he could get away with.  My own dick was
hurting now from wanting explode in absolute pleasure,
but still I didn't touch it -- my small hands still
resting on each of his large thighs.

I know I could have gone on like this for hours, but I
also knew that my uncle would start getting worried if
I didn't get back soon.  But I also yearned for his
cum -- having tasted it only once in my life, I wanted
to, no, needed to have a man shoot it into my mouth
this time, not on my face like the courthouse stranger
had done.  And I knew just what to do.

As he slowly fucked my mouth again and again, I waited
till he got close to Cumming to make my move.  When
his cock started pulsing hard again and he stopped
with it deep in my mouth, I started swirled my tongue
quickly back and forth on the bottom where it feels so
great to us uncircumcised men.

And that was it.

"Ohhh... you little fuck." He said, and then started
fucking my mouth fast and hard, almost violently until
my prize was finally administered.

The first shot of his warm tingling cum hit the back
of my throat so hard that it went down into my stomach
before I could even swallow.  And then it just kept
coming, as he pounded his cock deep into my mouth,
forcing most of it down my throat.  I started gagging
towards the end from the mass of his cock coupled with
the mixture of saliva and cum I was being forced to
swallow.  I remember this one last, hard thrust where
I coughed, almost to the point of vomiting and a bunch
of cum splurtied out of my nose and out the sides of
my mouth.

And then he pulled away.

It had happened so fast that, even though I'd enjoyed
being his mouth slave, the force he'd used to make
himself cum in my mouth left me feeling a little dizzy
and somewhat abused.

I looked up at him with what probably looked like a
mixture of fear and shock in my eyes.

He said, with an almost angry tone in his low,
whispering voice: "I hope you liked that as much as I
did."

I nodded, a little fearful that any other reply would
not be well received -- beside the fact that I had
enjoyed it, for the most part.  I started wiping off
the cum and saliva that was all over my nose and mouth
with the back of my hand.  He reached down and grabbed
my hand and brought it to my face.

"Lick it off" He said, again with that angry,
commanding tone.  I obeyed, sure that he was going to
leave me alone now for me to jerk off with the memory
of all that had just transpired.

Instead, he got down on his knees and dove his mouth
down onto my still rock hard penis.

It was only moments before I exploded into absolute
ecstasy, the sky crushing down on me through that
crack in the ceiling above, down into the nervous
system of my young body where it played like a hundred
piece orchestra performing "The Rite of Spring".  It
was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt yet and
having the tingling taste of his cum in my mouth and
throat intensified it three fold.

He stood up and pulled his pants up and just when he
was about to tuck his cock into his shorts I stopped
him.

"Can I taste it one last time?" I asked, like a little
boy wanting to lick the cake batter off the mixing
bowl spoon.

He giggled and put his hands on his hips.

"Go ahead."

I put his now limp cock into my mouth and took it all
the way till my nose was against his shorts.  I
breathed in, taking that manly musk aroma into my
memory and then I pulled back.

"You're incredible kid."  He said, then took a card
out of his wallet and gave it to me.

"That's my work number.  Call me if you ever want to
come by my apartment. We could have some real fun."

With that he turned and left the bathroom.

As I cleaned my self up and got ready to leave I was
about to put his card in my wallet, but decided to
throw it in the toilet instead.  If he could be so
forceful to me in a public restroom, what could he be
capable of in his apartment where no one was in
earshot?

But I also knew that I would be masturbating to this
memory for a very long time, as well as the fanasy of
what might have happened had I taken him up on his
offer.