Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 09:06:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Dude Man <slimewink@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hawaii

It was the summer between my junior and senior years
in high school that I was able to go to Hawaii. More
than just a trip for the marching band from the
Midwest, it would be the first time I laid my lips on
a cock.

Of course we had band practice times and several
organized activities, but we also got to go out on our
own and screw around (or sightsee if you prefer).
Being 17, you head to the arcade. Also being 17 you
think about getting your rocks off ALL the fucking
time. Both would be pivotal to the events of this
particular afternoon.

It was in 8th grade the first time I "successfully"
jacked off. Of course I had messed around with my cock
for years, but never really got to the point of the
matter. Maybe it's different these days with internet
porn and movies with big naked tits being as
accessible as they are for little horn dogs, but I
hadn't had much exposure to things such as jacking off
and wasn't really sure even what the point was. One
day I happened to be alone in the house and started
messing with my cock. I guess I messed with it a bit
more than usual and much to my surprise I thought my
nuts were going to explode. An intense pressure
building inside my nuts. I could sense my whole body
waiting for release, and then it came. A couple good
shots of cum, straight across my legs.

HOLY SHIT! I have GOT to do THAT again. And I did.
Four more times that afternoon. I guess I've always
been a bit on the perve side of things because that
first day of cumming I was twisting myself over aiming
at my own mouth I was so turned on. From that moment,
like most guys I imagine, I jacked off every day,
usually more than once, usually more than twice. I
jacked off everywhere. I made it my goal in life to
jack off in every building, house, school, store,
whatever, everywhere I ever was. Something I still
attempt to this day.

So at the old age of 17 I found myself in Hawaii, on a
band trip, and at the arcade with a few friends. They
don't much notice when I say I have to go take a piss.
We were in a shopping area similar to the "magic mile"
in Chicago. Not a mall, but stores and shit
everywhere. I found a nearby restroom and believe it
or not I had made it to 17, very horny, and very naive
about things like public sex. Or not so "public" sex,
but bathroom, anonymous encounters of guys sucking
each other off. I'm sure I never knew such stuff
existed. I enter the bathroom to find only two stalls
and no urinals. Two occupied stalls and one dude,
crouched against the far wall already engaged in my
next activity. Waiting. Waiting for a stall to open up
so I can unload my bladder.

It's key to the story here what I was wearing that
day. Do you remember those surfing shorts they called
"Jams"? Big, kind of baggy colorful things. I had on a
pair of those. As I'm standing there, leaning against
the wall, I notice the guy across from me. Now I'm not
gay, wasn't gay then. But I look. He's probably late
20's or 30 or 40, I never knew. What I did know was he
had what appeared to be a nice itch going on right on
his upper thigh, right below his cock. He's slowly
moving his hand around on his upper thigh. And as I
watch him it occurs to me that maybe he isn't
"scratching" at all, maybe he's stroking it. It is
certainly something I would be doing. Getting ready to
shot a load in a toilet somewhere. After all, I was
ALWAYS shooting a load somewhere. So it's no surprise
that the idea of this guy getting himself ready for a
quick jack off in a bathroom somewhere was very
appealing to me.

I later realized that as I was standing there watching
his hand, he was watching me. And it was while
watching me he begins to get interested. For as I'm
watching that hand, moving up and down on that thigh,
my cock decides it's time to wake up. And it's my
overactive cock that was key to the whole day. Of
course his forwardness with a minor didn't hurt either
I guess. My cock begins to grow and grow. Until it's
rock hard. Picture those shorts. Or any shorts. Just a
bit snug on my cock and the ever so subtle movement of
that 17 year old snake that lie just beneath. Movement
of it growing, enlarging, stiffening. Moving because
I'm watching his hand move about his thigh. I won't
lie and tell you I have any idea how big I was at 17.
Twenty years later I'm just a tick over 7 inches long
and several inches around. Quite a nice package
compared to the hundreds of dicks I've seen over the
years. So I imagine at 17 I was packing a nice treat
for my new buddy. A treat nice enough to get his
attention.

I never got to ask but I imagine the sight of a teen
boy getting hard, actually not JUST the sight of me
getting hard, but the sight of me getting hard because
I was watching him, watching him caress and stimulate
his own cock, well I'm sure he about shot off right
there. As my cock stirred it produced a very
noticeable reaction from this guy. His head visibly
jerked more to my direction and his hand froze. It was
then that I suspected beneath those sunglasses his
eyes were fucking glued to my shorts.

After a moment he stands, takes two steps, reaches out
and strokes my steel hard teen cock. I probably could
have cut glass at that point. A few strokes and then
the door opens. This guy in the doorway stops dead
cold, stares at my new friend's hand, looks at me and
bolts back out the door. Amazingly neither one of us
did anything. The stroking had stopped, but he didn't
remove his hand. He looks from the door to me and says
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" "Fuck YES!!!!!" He
could've asked me to strip naked right there and do
the chicken dance. I was his to have and I couldn't
wait another moment.

As we leave the bathroom, those other two guys NEVER
did get done, our intruder is standing in the hall
looking a bit awkward and nervous. We just walked by
as casual and carefree as anything. Once out on the
street this dude asks if I want to go back to his
place as it's "close by". Whatever that means. I may
be horny enough to split logs but I AM still 17 and
other than one chick I fucked about 9 months before
that, relatively still virginal. Just extremely horny
virginal. As I said earlier, maybe I've always been a
bit more on the perve side of things but I just
couldn't wait to end up somewhere with my new bestest
friend in the whole wide world. Even still I said,
"no, I don't have that much time". Which I thought I
didn't. There were still guys at the arcade, and
eventually they might wonder where I had wandered off
to.

I follow this guy to yet another bathroom, this one
much bigger, maybe in a hotel lobby, I don't really
remember, and he proceeds down to the last stall of
about 10 stalls. There was one other guy in the place
and I waited till he left and I crossed the room to my
destiny. Go through this door young man and your life
will never be the same again. And it hasn't.

Waiting on the other side of that door was, to this
day, the best looking cock ever offered to me. This
guys cock was very similar to mine, which is probably
a good thing to have your first time out. No surprises
that way. Sleek and healthy looking. A nice subtle
curve as it rises out from the base, ending in a nice
plump head. Not too large or fat or out of proportion.
A picture perfect specimen of man meat. As anyone who
has seen more than a few cocks will tell you, they
ain't all pretty and they ain't all large. In fact,
outside of pornos, if you have a cock above 6 inches
you are on the above average side of things. Get above
7 and you may have the best meat in town. I'm sure
this cock waving at me was above 6, maybe going on 7
inches. But that could have been what my mind wanted
to see. Either way it looked delicious and I was ready
for anything.

I entered the stall and scoot up alongside the wall,
quick as shit he attacks my shorts, yanking them down
in one swift pull. Oh god. I wish I knew his joy. If I
could get my hands on a 17 year old dick today, I
would forever be in heaven. He sat there and marveled.
Even being completely inexperienced I still realized
at that time what pleasure awaited him. Little did I
know at that moment what pleasure awaited me. But I
found out real soon. He lowered his head, and I felt a
complete, total burst of nirvana. Such pleasure has
never again been reproduced as when his lips touched
my cock. The warmth, the wetness, the power. I stroked
the back of his head and said the last words he would
ever hear me say, "take it all." Of course he did.

Up and down, around, all over my dick. His tongue, his
lips, I don't know how I held on as long as I did. And
then suddenly he stopped. And I felt his tongue on my
balls. I thought I grew two inches right then. I was
in the hands of the master. And then he stopped again,
and sat back. My turn. Without hesitation of any kind
I bent over and engulfed that magnificent cock. It may
have been the worst blow job he had ever gotten, but I
know the excitement of a 17 year old mouth would more
than make up for inexperience if I was in his shoes. I
worked that cock like there was no tomorrow. I may
have never thought about it before, but then I knew, I
had been waiting to do this for a long time.

As I pulled off he pushed me back a bit, admiring my
chest, my nipples, turning me around and admiring my
ass. And then my cock was back in him. Working my
dick, sucking, licking and loving like there was no
tomorrow. Honestly I didn't even feel the orgasm, but
I know there was one. It was on his lips and I felt
done. No matter. It was still the best cum I've ever
had. I looked for my turn and was very disappointed to
see my treat shooting into the toilet. I wanted it,
needed it, longed for it. Unfortunately it wasn't to
be.

He pulled my shorts up and thanked me. At the time
something that sounded a bit funny, but which I
totally understand now. And then I left. Practically
running to the arcade, sure I was gonna hear it from
my friends, "Where the hell have you been?" But they
weren't there. And then I bolted. Bolted back to that
bathroom. I wanted more. I wanted to drink it, taste
it, swallow it. But he was gone. I went to the
bathroom where we met. Nobody. Up and down that
street, scanning for that yellow shirt and those
sunglasses. But I never found him again.

I have often fantasized what he would have done with
me had I gone back to his place. It's gotten my nuts
off more than a few times thinking he would have shown
me the ropes for sure. This story and every detail in
it are 100% true. I'll never forget it and had a good
time writing it. I hope you enjoyed it and would love
to hear some feedback. Feel free to send pics of any
kind. Young, old, girl, boy, whatever. I plan on
writing more of my experiences, there have been many.

Slimewink@yahoo.com