Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 16:55:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Williams <stevendunwoody@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adult-Youth  Growing Up in Gwinnett County

This is the first in a series of true stories about my time growing up in
Gwinnett County.

I grew up in a rural/suburban area of North Atlanta in 1980's.  Near my
house was a park called Best Friend Park, with walking trials, tennis
courts and two outdoor basketball courts.  Down the road from the courts
was a small picnic area close to a power-line right of way that went for
miles.  There was a small Men's restroom. The structure was a rustic,
wooden structure with very high-slanted ceilings. When you entered the
room, you faced a wooden wall (floor to ceiling) that separated the toilet
from the sink area.  The toilet had a partial wooden door and no urinals.

I played a lot at tennis and basketball at the park and most afternoons and
weekends I would ride by bike to the park.  I often stopped by the
restrooms and I loved reading the graffiti about pussy and dicks.
Sometimes I would enter somebody enter the restroom and they would peek
over the wall at me, but I would cover up and then quickly leave.  A few
times I would enter and notice the stall door was slightly open, only to
look and see someone in the stall.  I would catch a quick glance at his
dick before running out.

When I was 14 years old I was at the park, reading the same old messages
when I saw a message that basically said, "BJ 9/8 at 8pm".  The message was
new so I decided I would come by the park.  I had never had done anything
sexually before other than making out with girls or when I was young
playing doctor with friends, and I had only recently hit puberty.  I lied
to my parents about going to a friends and I showed up at the park 30
minutes early.  Since it got dark early so by 7:30 the sun was going down.

I parked by bike by the restroom but I sat down at one of the picnic
benches in the dark.  Right at 8pm, a car pulled in and an older guy got
out of the car.  I recognized seeing him around the park, because he had a
mustache and walked with a slight limp.  I guess he was 50 years old.

He glanced at my bike and went in the men's room.  I thought, damn, someone
showed up!  But I was too scared to move.  After a minute or two, the man
walked out and looked around.  By then it was very dark and I knew he
couldn't see me.  He would pace a little, rubbing the front of his pants. I
realize now that was a signal, but at the time I just thought he was horny.
I wanted him to walk over, but I was afraid.  Then I thought about dropping
my pants so he could see my white briefs.  Sure enough, he looked over, saw
see my briefs and started walking over.  I was so hard and wet from pre-cum
where the tip of my dick tented in my briefs.  I thought about pulling my
pants up but I didn't.

He said hello but I couldn't answer.  He stood in from of me rubbing his
cock through his pants while I just sat there with my underwear showing but
not stroking at all.  He said, "do you need some help with that?"  and that
reached forward to touch my dick.  I almost came instantly.  He told me to
touch his pants and I put my hand on his dick.  Then he told me to take his
cock out.  I unzipped his pants and pulled out a 5-inch cock. It was
smaller than mine, but it was also the first adult cock I had every
touched.  I loved the feel and the smell.  I was trembling I was so
excited, and I remember him asking me if I was ok because I was breathing
so hard and fast.

The he told me to kiss it, and I did.  The he said lick it, and I licked
the tip of his cock.  I ran my fingers through his bush and held his hairy
balls.  I loved touching it and smelling his dick.  But he wanted a bj and
after a couple of minutes asked me to suck him.  I told him I didn't know
how.  He laughed and said, "Oh, I can teach you".  I put his cock in my
mouth and sucked on it without moving my head, so he told my to slide my
head back and forth.  Because of the size of his dick, I didn't have any
trouble sucking him.  I just sat there sucking him, only doing what he told
me to do because at that age I didn't realize you just go with the flow.  I
didn't even play with my own dick, which was still in my underwear.

After a few minutes, I could tell his cock was swelling and then he came in
my mouth.  What I remember most was that he shot very strong bursts that
hit the back of my throat.  I was so startled and started to choke.  He
asked me if I was ok, which I thought was very nice, and then told me to
finish sucking his cock and cum.  He said for me to clean him up, so licked
all over his dick and balls.  I was so excited I thought I would faint.  I
ended up meeting him four straight nights, sucking him off and then jacking
off in the dark after he left.

After he came, he zipped up and said he needed to get home to his wife.
Just like that he left, but that was okay.  After he drove off I went into
the men's room and jacked off.  I ended up sucking a lot of older married
guys at that park over the next couple of years, and had several who fucked
me leaning over a picnic table or laying on my back under the power
lines. And every once and a while, one of the guys would suck me.