Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2008 07:11:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Restroom Cruising Part 2

Warning: If you do not wish to read homo sex stories, stop here.

Some details are real, others fabricated. It's up to you to decide which
you prefer. Anyway, hope you enjoy.


Restroom Cruising - Part 2

Cont. from part 1

I pulled my cock back in my pants, zipped up and walked back to the third
stall, which turned out to be my first educational school about man
sex. The guy stopped sucking as I walked past, but only for a moment, and
then closed his eyes and sucked harder. I walked faster into the last
stall, and undid my belt and dropped my trousers and briefs, and looked
through the hole to see what I could see.

I didn't have to look - I could already hear the loud sucking and slurping
of a blowjob in progress. I stood up to watch, as the
 opposite wall had
 sinks and mirrors, and I was tall for my age and could see everything.

I thought I would blow a load in about 5 seconds, but since it was a busy
time of year, I soon heard the distinct sounds of the double doors outside
being opened and closed, so the show was over. Or so I thought.

Didn't take long before I started seeing almost a parade of men cruising
the john. Old, young, all shapes and sizes. Even the guys with kids would
kinda check me out.

I couldn't stay long, as I knew mom would start missing me, but I knew I
would be back. I was a good kid, so I knew I could talk my way into things
like bus fare to the library, the mall (where I had discovered tearoom
sex.) There wasn't alot to do in my end of town, so any excuse would do.

The following saturday, I decided I would try the library downtown, and see
what I could find there. The local branch sucked, and the actual book
 collection was much
 broader. I was an avid reader, so this wouldn't cause her to bat an
eye. She could leave me in a local B Dalton when I was a kid, and her
friend could work and keep an eye on me while I was immediately and
devotedly searching for new things to read.

So off I went, after an explanation of "how to ride a bus" from mom, with
pocket money intact. I knew that there was action to be had there, in the
mens room, as I had seen some graffitti on the wall.

I was not reading long when I heard the creaky hinged door open and slowly
close. I peered through the crack to see the urinal, and could see a
bearded man in a leather jacket. He was doing the same thing, looking over
his shoulder. I stood up and looked over the door, and he turned so I could
see his hard cock.  He was not smooth & husky like me; he was hairy and
muscular, and I could see a tuft of wiry black hair sticking out the
 top of a polo type shirt.


He wasn't very old, maybe 20. He looked like someone from one of those
motorcycle movies, my favorite was about the muscle guys riding motorcycles
instead of horses in a renaissance fair. Anyway, We both heard the bump of
the door with the change in air pressure, and resumed as if nothing was
happening. As soon as the other guy was gone, we were back to stroking our
hard cocks at each other. He looked towards the door, as if listening, then
made his way towards the stall, pushed me gently backwards, and whispered
for me to sit on the toilet. He waved his hard adult cock and said quietly
"Eat it."

I was hesistant, but he knew as well as I did that it was time for me to
suck my first adult mancock. It was leaking a bit of clear fluid, which
only made me more eager for him to feed me his cock.

I slowly picked up speed as I sucked him harder and harder, untilyu he
pulled me off his cock, saying "gonna make me cum too soon."  He told me to
stand up, and turn around. I did as I was told, and he bend me over
slighly, and gently rubbed his cockhead across my asslips. He knelt down,
and started to lick out my hole, while I sighed and was quiet as I could
be, not wanting to moan loudly and alert anyone. It was a quiet afternoon
so we were pretty safe from discovery.

Then, he stood up, and spit on his cock to get it nice and juicy for my kid
hole. I had been playing in the bath with my ass, so I thought I could ride
it safely, but it was much thicker than I expected. He started pumping
while silently I held back tears of pain. He was enjoying taking my boy
cherry, while I was wanting it to be over. He shot a big load up in my ass,
and then he zipped up and left.

It wasn't the romantic "love boat" experience I expected, but I was only
starting out my voyage into adulthood. One thing was for sure - it might
have hurt a bit, but I was eager for more action.


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