Date: Thu, 05 May 2005 20:58:07 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SITTING ON A GOLD MINE

By the time I was ten I knew I liked boys better than girls.  By the time I
was twelve I was totally hooked on big cocks and I knew who had them.  Men.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

I live in Redondo Beach, California in a residential area of small homes on
one of the north-south streets about halfway between Prairie Avenue and
Crenshaw Boulevard.  Three blocks from where I live, the south end of our
street terminates at Rosecrans Boulevard, which street is also the northern
border of a large park that occupies almost a square mile.  It is known as
Alondra Park.  Alondra Park is the site of seven active toilets, if you
know just where two are that are a little more discreetly located than the
other five.

Redondo Beach is a beach city, located south of Los Angles in an area known
generally as the South Bay Area.  LA's suburbs all run together and it is
hard to know where one ends and the other begins even if you live here.
It's just a 100-mile wide and 100-mile long megalopolis with a mountain
ridge running through it.

My introduction to sex was with the boy that lived next door. His name is
Josh; mine, by the way, is Michael.  We are the same age.  In fact we were
born 12 days apart. When I was 8 years old my dad died in an automobile
accident and, less than a year later, Josh's dad and mom got divorced.  For
a long time it just killed Josh because his dad moved to Oregon and never
came back, never phoned, never wrote.  You can understand, I'm sure, what
that would be like for a 9-year-old boy.

Josh and I were an inseparable pair long before we started school.

Our mother's both worked, mine at the offices of a major oil company on
Sepulveda Boulevard and Josh's at a hospital in Torrance.  My mom worked
days and Josh's worked varying shifts including nights sometimes.  They
took turns keeping tabs on us, when they weren't out on dates with one of
their boyfriends.  When Josh's mom had night shifts he stayed overnight
with me.  So it was almost pre-ordained that our first sexual experiences
would be with each other.  When things first started we hadn't reached
puberty but I think all the mutual masturbation we did together might have
hastened that phenomenon.  It happened to me one night on one of our
frequent sleepovers.  This one happened to be at my house.  We were fucking
around in the bathroom before going to bed when it happened. I'll never
forget it. From older kid's I knew what was happening, but it was scary
just the same having something from inside you come out of your dick.
Josh's first wet climax happened while we were sitting on my bed one day
after school, jacking off and looking at some dirty pictures of men fucking
women.  Some kid in school had loaned Josh a couple of porn mags.

It was the pictures of men's big, hard cocks that gave us
hard-ons. Naturally.

From the day we started doing sexual things with each other until the
present day I have always had a bigger cock than Josh.  His, however is a
real nice one, the shaft is thicker at the end than it is at his body and
he has a truly great cockhead.  It's huge for a boy and would be for a man.
I like his cock a lot.

I guess we were oversexed.  We started out masturbating together and then
got into jacking each other off.  Once we got into sucking cock, it didn't
take us long to realize that cock juice was not a substance to be wasted in
a Kleenex, so we started putting our mouths over the other's cock to catch
it even when we were masturbating.

Josh and I got into men's cocks at the same time.  A man who lived across
the street, Mr. Thompson, took us to the golf course on Prairie Avenue that
was actually a part of Alondra Park.  It was a Saturday morning and he
introduced us to the golf pro and we became caddies.  The golfer's tips
were good and it gave us something to do on weekends plus some spending
money.

Then, one Saturday, late afternoon, we were riding our bikes up Prairie on
the way home from the golf course and stopped at the men's room that was a
narrow parking lot removed from the street.  I guess we surprised two guys,
as one guy grabbed the washbasin and pulled himself up off his knees as the
other hurriedly zipped a huge fucking cock up in his pants and made a hasty
exit with a big bulge still showing in his pants.  We knew what they were
doing and when we heard two cars making a hasty exit from the parking area
we started to laugh.

After we quit laughing, we looked at each other and a light dawned.  If we
didn't fully get the message we'd just received we sure as fuck did when we
saw the glory hole in the partition between the toilet and the urinal.

We stood looking at each other dumfounded, there we were living three
blocks from a park that had seven toilets in it.

Josh summed it all up when he said, "My God, we're sitting on a gold mine!"

I added, "Yea, on a gold mine full of big cocks."

We could hardly wait for Sunday afternoon to start investigating.  Like the
toilet just off Prairie, three others had either one or two glory holes.
One had about six toilet stalls with a hole between the stall adjacent to a
bank of urinals and another between the last two stalls, down at the end of
the room. Sunday saw a lot of families together in the park, playing ball
or fishing in the lake, so we didn't even try to get into anything.

It didn't take long to catch on to the fact that leaving for school early,
we would catch guys on their way to work and in the afternoons between
getting out of school and going home we'd catch guys going home from work.

It took us a little longer to catch on to the fact that we had more luck
when we split up.  One jailbait age kid operating in a toilet caused guys
to get nervous.  Two jailbait kids operating in the same toilet caused guys
to damn near enter into cardiac arrest.

My original, favorite, afternoon spot, based on the research Michael and I
had done that first Sunday, was one of the two toilets in the southeast
portion of the park, near the lake.

It was close to a bench located next to a walk that wandered around the
lake.  College students from a nearby college would sometimes sit there
reading or doing homework and, I'd guessed, looking for some gay sex.  I'd
lock my bicycle to a lamppost, sit down, being careful not to invade his
space, open my backpack, light up a cigarette and take out a book.  The
first guy I scored with in that location was, indeed, a college student, a
brown haired, blue eyed, guy in tan Dockers and a bright red, polo shirt.
After we'd talked a while, he got up and went to the john; I impatiently
waited a discreet time and then went in myself.

His schoolbooks were piled on the floor and he'd slid his pants all the way
down to the floor so both were visible under the partition between the
stall and the urinals.  I walked up to the urinal adjacent to the stall,
flipped out my dick and held it.

It was embarrassing; my dick was so hard I couldn't piss.  But I bent down,
twisted myself around, looked through the glory hole, and saw he was
jacking off a nice, big piece of cut cock over 6 inches long. I was hoping
he'd stick it through the hole, but he leaned forward and whispered for me
to come into the stall.

He hadn't closed the door; I walked right in.  He scooted his butt forward
on the stool, spread his legs wide and his cock was in full erection.  He
looked at me but didn't say anything.  No words were necessary.  I got on
my knees, took his cock in my mouth and sucked it as he thrust it in and
out, humping my mouth.

The next thing that I learned about sucking cocks was that it was so
exciting it didn't last long.  Guys shot off too soon. So, you could suck a
guy off and five minutes later you needed another one.  The college kid
gave me a load that you'd think would have satisfied me for a week or two.
But, it didn't.

Back at the bench he said he was nervous in the john because I was real
jailbait.  But, if I wanted to do it again, he'd meet me here, same time on
Fridays and we could do it in the wooded area behind the campus parking
area on the opposite side of the street that ran along the south edge of
the college campus and Alondra Park.

The place really wasn't wooded.  I guess you'd describe it as an untended
area overgrown with tall bushes and littered with trash.  It was hard to
move around in it without getting smacked in the face by a branch.  We
weren't the only ones there.  Besides other college students, there were
some homeless, wrapped in sleeping bags, lying on the ground toward the
rear of the area, next to a drainage swale, which ran through the area.
The whole place was so fucking hot, I accidentally, on purpose, didn't
mention it to Josh.

This time the college guy, who had told me his name was Andrew, was hotter
than a popcorn fart.  Guess he'd been saving himself and, at the same time,
dreaming of getting sucked off.  When he'd selected a spot, looked around
real carefully and dropped his pants I zeroed in on his erect prong. I
could sense his feeling of urgency but wanted to get in a little cock
sucking before he exploded.  Andrew and I met every Friday for six weeks
when he stopped coming.  I don't know why.  Lots of things can happen, but
I went to the bench three more times before I gave up hope that he'd come
back and didn't spend any more time trying to figure it out.

The last time I tried to hook up with Andrew I was so fucking horny I
couldn't stand it.  I went in another john just south of the bench toilet
but it was empty so I went across the street and into the bushes.  After a
while something became apparent that I'd missed before because I'd been so
busy blowing Andrew.  What I'd missed was that it was a place guys came
with someone to do it rather than a place to come looking for another guy
to do it with.

What I did next, I'm kinda ashamed of; the area where the homeless slept
was so surrounded with growth that you literally had to crawl on your hands
and knees to get into it.

I spotted a young and kind of good-looking guy.  He opened his eyes and
said:

"I don't have any money if that's what you're after."

The danger of the place added to my sexual arousal.  I could get thrown in
the swale, knocked in the head, so many things. I almost wished Josh was
with me.

"I answered that I didn't want his money."  With that said, I opened up the
edge of his sleeping bag and started unzipping his pants.

He said, "So that's your game." He reached down and got it out for me.  He
evidently couldn't bathe every day, he was a bit raunchy, but I soon forgot
about that when I'd sucked him up.  He had an enormous cock, almost 8
inches.  The biggest I'd ever sucked and I sucked on it longer than I'd
ever sucked on a cock before but I couldn't make it shoot.  I guess he
wasn't gay or maybe he was tired and needed to rest, which was probably why
he was here in the first place.  It got to the point where I gave up,
stopped, fished my dick out of my pants and jacked myself to climax as I
held his big cock in my mouth.

He said, "Do you have couple of bucks you could give me?"  I reached into
my pocket, pulled out three dollars and a quarter, all I had, handed it to
him, said thanks and crawled out and away from the area.  I never went back
there.

Josh and I always exchanged experiences with each other and he knew Andrew
had disappeared on me and talked me into trying the john with the partition
hole between the first stall and the bank of urinals and another between
the rear two stalls.  He said it was big enough that the two of us in there
at the same time wouldn't be as obvious as if we were in the smaller johns
together.

 Josh wanted the hole at the rear so I got the one where you could look at
the bank of urinals.  The only thing I didn't like about the place was that
there were no doors on the stalls and no door on the opening into the men's
room.

Shit, I found just watching guys take a leak made me hard.  Some of them
were aware someone was looking through the hole at them and would erect.
Some would jack themselves a bit – the fucking cock teasers.

After thirty minutes, or so, a young, black guy, whose name turned out to
be Calvin, looked at me in the stall before going to the urinal.  He stood
at the one right next to the hole.  He didn't piss, but he'd jack it a
while, stuff it back in, go out and look down toward the parking area, come
back, do the same thing until about the fourth time when he walked right
into my stall, grabbed me by the dick, smiled and offered his big, black
cock to me.  He was really a bundle of nerves and kept pulling it out,
putting it back in his pants, stepping over to the entry and checking out
whether someone was coming or not.  Finally he came back in, took a sniff
from a brown bottle and handed it to me.

I'd been sucking cock long enough now to know that when a guy offered you
his cock that was really the first step in the game.  A guy has the right
to choose his cocksucker and a cocksucker has the right of refusal.  I knew
that but so far I'd never refused.

He took another big sniff from his bottle, grabbed the tops of the
partitions on each side, shoved his pelvis forward and said, "This is
it. Take it!"  I accepted his offer without hesitation.

I took it. I grabbed and pulled his balls, which were also sticking out of
his fly, and began sucking his big black piece of hard, cock meat for all I
was worth. I could feel it getting ever bigger in my mouth and finally he
began shouting and jamming it as far down my throat as he could.  When he
climaxed I thought I'd choke and tears began running down my cheeks. When
he'd finished, I used a thumb and forefinger to milk it of every last drop.
He put it away, smiled at me and said, "Thanks.  That was good."  I
replied, "It was good for me, too."

About a year passed when the shit hit the fan.  Josh came over one evening
after dinner with his mom in tow.  She announced they were moving to
Beverly Hills.  She didn't want to sell the house, so she was going to rent
it and find an apartment.  She'd found a higher paying job at a hospital up
there and would make a little money off renting the house next door, so she
thought it was worth a try.

Josh and I about died.  We thought for damn sure our fucking world had come
to an end.  Luckily things didn't turn out as bad as we'd originally
imagined.

Beverly Hills is unique.  A lot of places around Los Angles, like Hollywood
for example, are actually part and parcel of Los Angeles with what the
locals call place names. Beverly Hills, however, is a separate,
self-governing city with it's own fire and police departments as well as
it's own school system.  Still it's impossible to tell when you pass from
one to the other and a lot of the areas in Beverly Hills are quite
ordinary, despite the popular concept of the place.

The hospital where Josh's mother was to be working was actually in Beverly
Hills.  Their new apartment was just a few blocks removed and was actually
in Los Angeles.  The best of the whole deal was I could walk over to
Hawthorne, the first major street west of Prairie, catch a bus, change to a
westbound bus at Olympic Avenue and get off practically in front of Josh's
apartment; a little over an hour's bus ride, depending on traffic.

His mother liked working night shifts, which was an inducement to her
getting the job.  She had two midweek days off.  So, Josh either came down
to Redondo Beach or I went up to his apartment on weekends.

His new apartment blew my mind. Not the building, but its location. It is
just about two hundred feet east of La Cienega Blvd, next to an alley and
faces Olympic.  The alley runs along the back of commercial buildings
facing La Cienega.  The portion of the block east of the alley is all
residential.

So, what's so mind blowing about all that?  Nothing, except Josh's second
floor, bedroom window faces Olympic and looks right down at the back of a
gas station that front's La Cienega and is across the street from the
apartment. The view of the men's room door on back of the station is
unobstructed from his window.

It is a busy station on a busy intersection, but people pump their gas and
they're gone.  Few customers use the toilet at the back of the building.
However, it had evidently become known as a hot place to get a blowjob and
is busy as hell.  Men are coming and going like crazy, all day; too busy,
actually.  It's semi-busy nights, too, and that's when Josh and I got
really interested in it.

The outside door to the men's room has a coin-operated lock on it, like on
the door of a pay toilet.  A lot of guys that go in evidently think since
they put a dime in it they're going to have privacy but you can put another
dime in the device and open it again if the current occupant didn't lock it
from the inside. Too, a lot of guy's know how it works and purposely don't
lock it.  They want someone to come in.

Again, we took turns and we both sucked a lot of nice cock in the place.
At night there was no light except what came through a glass transom above
the door.  There was one washbasin directly in front of the door as you
entered, abutted by a urinal and then a toilet.  There was no partition
between the toilet and the urinal.

I particularly remember a well-dressed guy, who said he lived in the
valley, meaning San Fernando Valley, who I sucked off one night.  He didn't
have a long dick but what he didn't have in length he made up for in
thickness. It was a big mouthful and I robbed his wife of a nice load of
cum and probably a good fuck as well, which made it twice as good for some
reason.

Despite what I've just told you, I guess Josh went over there one afternoon
after school and was sitting on the john when a young, Los Angeles
motorcycle cop came in and Josh damn near shit his pants with fright but
thought if he got up and ran that would make him look only more suspicious.

So, he held his ground and it wasn't too long before the tall, blonde cop,
who Josh compared to a history teacher we'd both had the hots for, started
saying stuff like, "Damn it's hot out there today, especially on a
motorcycle and the heat from the engine.  Then when you're off the cycle
giving a guy a traffic ticket the damn seat gets hot from the sun, it makes
your crotch hotter than hell.  It's so fucking uncomfortable."

And, the whole fucking time he was talking to Josh, he was turned sideways
so Josh could see his cop dick.  And, he wasn't pissing.  Then he started
sort of playing with it as he was talking about how his cock got all worked
up with all that heat from the seat.

Finally, Josh was so fucking sex crazed he was out of his mind, reached in
his pants and pulled out his dick.  The cop walked over to the door locked
it and motioned for Josh to come over.  He made Josh the initial offer with
his big, hard, cop cock, pointed right at Josh.  Josh dropped onto his
knees and went for it.  What cocksucker wouldn't have?  A cop's dick wasn't
offered to you every day.

The cop knew he had the upper hand and Josh didn't have much he could do in
the way of objecting, so he grabbed the sides of Josh's head with both of
his hands and had himself a good hot, hard fuck with his cock in Josh's
teenage mouth.

From his excitement when he told me the story, I guess Josh didn't object
all that much.  Guess the cop had a good-sized cunt fucker.

I asked Josh if he thought the guy was gay.  Josh said he did the way he
started coming onto him as soon as he took his dick out to piss, plus the
fact that he seemed to really enjoy using a boy's mouth to get off.

My big thrill at the gas station toilet started the next Saturday night
that I was staying over at Josh's.  Two guys drove up in separate cars,
parked in front of the toilet door and went in.  Josh told me to see what I
could do; he'd had no luck with them.

I ran over, the door was unlocked, I went in, one guy was bent over the
urinal and the other was plowing his ass.  I sat on the john without
talking down my pants and watched.  They didn't throw me out, so I guessed
they didn't mind being watched.  Of course, I immediately developed an
erection, scooted around so I was sitting sideways on the john and tried to
suck the guy getting fucked.  He told the other guy, "Let's get out of
here" and they left.

Fifteen minute after I'd gotten back and we were looking out Josh's window
again, with the room lights off, they came back and went into the toilet
again.  I told josh I was interested in the guy getting fucked and I was
sure he was the one that got out of the red Mustang.  Josh and I went over
and I wrote down the license number.  It was a California plate
No. 5BDM678.  Later on I memorized it.  It wasn't difficult, the numbers
were sequential and I thought of the letters as meaning Big Dicked Mustang.

"Why are you interested in him, Mike?"

"There was just enough light coming in the transom that I could see he had
a big cock, at least eight inches."

"Did you try to suck it?" "Sure I did. I'm a cocksucker but I'm not
crazy."  "I did too and the same thing happened to me as happened to you.
They split."

"Well, maybe I'll get a chance to try again sometime.  Who knows?"

"I know!  There are seven million dicks in this urban area.  Two many for
you ever to see the same one again, let alone suck it. In fact the odds are
one in seven million."

He was right, but I didn't even answer him.

Shit, I really had a crush on the guy and I didn't even know him.  And,
hopeless or not, I just kept on thinking about him and his big cock.  He
was so fucking good looking I just couldn't help it.

Three weeks later, on a Friday night, Josh was proven wrong.  I walked
instead of taking my bike to Alondra Park and checked out the john off
Rosecrans close to the college campus.  My mom would have hemorrhaged if
she knew I was out walking at night.  Fortunately she and a boyfriend from
the office had gone to Las Vegas with another couple and wouldn't be back
until Sunday evening.

 The john was too far back from the street to catch any light from the cars
going by but I went in anyway because there was a car parked in the rear,
parking stall adjacent to the toilet.

The urinals are at the back of the room separated from the toilet stalls by
a stub, concrete block wall.  He heard me come in and lit a cigarette.  I
sat on the john next to the block wall and lit one, too, the only one I
had.  Shit, just being in a toilet with a guy late at night and in complete
darkness gave me a thrill.  I could just picture him standing at a urinal
with his cock in one hand and the other holding a cigarette.  The darkness
and the danger of the situation only seemed to increase my desires. I kept
wondering if he was playing with himself, hoping that he had a big hard-on
and would give me some.

We must have been on the same wavelength because, after what seemed like an
eternity, the urinal flushed and he walked around the wall and stood in
front of my stall.  He was totally hard, I could see from the light of his
cigarette.  He took a step toward me and I reached out, took it in my hand
and pulled him closer.

It was probably a strong six inches and on the fat side.  It felt wonderful
in my mouth. I hoped my mouth felt wonderful to him.  I guess it did, I
made him cum, swallowed his load and he pulled it out.

He said to me, "You were all ready for that weren't you?  We lucked out.
We were both after the same thing."

"Yes I was.  You have a nice one."

"Thanks, guy."

I would have liked to jack off after sucking off that dude, whoever he was,
but both of us got the hell out of there while we were ahead of the game.

I just walked across the grass to the john on Prairie. I was about 150 feet
back from Rosecrans and felt it was safer than using the walk as I wouldn't
be seen by passing cars.

Outside was a red Mustang. I didn't recognize it as first because the
black, cloth top was up but I checked the license.  Holy shit it was
5BDM678.  He just had to be inside.  I thought I was going to die I was
shaking so badly with excitement.

Like the john across from Josh's, it had no lights.  However, high,
screened openings along the ceiling admitted some light from the
streetlights and made the place a little better than if it had been totally
dark.  He wasn't there.  I about died for the second time.

I went back outside.  His car was still there.  I looked around the area
and couldn't see him; I touched the hood of his car and it was warm.  Then,
on a wild hunch, I went into the women's room. He was bent over the sink,
pants on the floor, obviously desperate and ready for a cock up his ass.

He'd heard me come in and said, "Fuck me!"

Jesus, he was dumb or drunk or something.  For all he knew, I could have
been a cop.

I didn't know what to do but I knew I'd have done anything. No way was I
going to let this good looking, big cocked stud get away from me this time,
but I didn't know quite how to handle the situation.  As a consequence, I
said, "OK, but not in here.  It's too dangerous here."  It was a stall. I
needed time to think.

"Right.  Lets get go someplace."  His speech was slurred. He'd been
drinking.

I had to help him pull up his pants. I buttoned them at the waist, took his
big, warm, soft cock in my hand and pushed it inside his fly but didn't zip
it up.  I sure as hell didn't want to get his cock caught in the zipper or
the whole adventure would probably end right there.  We went to his car; I
felt his pant's pockets to find his keys and said, "I'll drive."

He didn't argue, he didn't realize how young I was.  Shit, I was fifteen at
the time and had taken driver's training but was too young to get a license
and my mom wouldn't let me get one even when my next birthday rolled around
as insurance was prohibitive for young, male drivers. Our garage was on the
alley and I had backed out my mom's car and driven it around to the front
on mornings when she was on short time.  Too, I'd driven it around the
neighborhood on nights she'd been out on a date.

  I made a left turn on the street short of mine and went a block too far
so I could turn over to my street and park in front of my house; I went
around and opened his door.

"I thought you were taking me to a motel.  You can't screw me here."

"It's OK to fuck here, I live here and my mom's in Las Vegas until Sunday
night."

He felt around on the seat, found his pack of cigarettes, opened the glove
compartment door, fumbled around and said he couldn't find his lighter.  I
found his lighter.  I took the pack and the lighter, put one in his mouth,
one in mine and the pack in my pocket, lit them both and we smoked a
cigarette.

"Well, do you want fucked or not?"

"You got a big dick?"

I took it out and showed it to him.  It was rock hard.

He grabbed it and said, "Jesus, you've got seven inches at least." "At
least or at most."

"What?"

"Forget it.  Do you want fucked or not?"

"Yea. I need it!  I always need it when I've been drinking."

"Come inside then."

I hadn't closed his glove compartment because I'd felt a bottle of poppers
in there and I took them before closing the door.  We threw our cigarettes
onto the lawn just before we got to the porch.

I had left a few lights on, so I took him straight to my bedroom, unbuckled
and unzipped his pants and helped him step out of them and his shoes.  He
wasn't wearing either boxers or jockeys.  I had trouble unbuttoning his
shirt and he bent over the dresser before I could get his undershirt off.
Evidently he liked doing it standing up.  He couldn't have missed seeing
the bed but he bent over my dresser anyway.

He hadn't mentioned lube in the john, so I didn't bother looking for
something.  I stuck my finger up his ass.  He'd already lubed it.

"I hope I can satisfy you.  I've never done this before."

"He caught onto to that and said, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

" Oh shit!  Give it to me!"

I did.  Not knowing what else to do, I just rammed it in.  He flinched. I
started fucking him and he began saying "Oh yea, oh yea, that's it."  Stuff
like that.

Honestly, I can say I was not getting total enjoyment out of it.  After all
I was a cocksucker.  But I was hard as hell and I just kept on plowing him.
Once or twice he moved his right hand off the dresser and started to
masturbate himself.  I quickly got hold of his wrist and said, loudly, "No.
I'm sucking you off afterwards.  Keep your hand off of it."

I was surprised, but he obeyed.  Finally, whether I found it to my total
liking or not, my cock responded to the stimulation and I shot big time
into his man cunt. I maneuvered him over to my unmade bed, pulled his
undershirt off, lowered him onto his back and threw his legs as far apart
as I could get them.

To my surprise, he had black hair on his chest. I had never seen a live man
with hair on his chest.  He also had a line of it from his navel down to
his pubes.  His pubes were thick and luxuriant but he had such a big dick
it stuck a long way out and clear of his pubes.

His asshole might not have excited me, but his big, fucking, beautiful,
eight-inch cock sure as hell did.  It narrowed behind his cockhead, which
caused the head to be very distinct from his shaft especially because his
head had a large, pronounced rim on it.  I no sooner started feeling it
than he began to erect and was soon ready for a cocksucker.

So, there in my own bed, where Josh and I had first experimented and where
we'd sucked off each other so many times, I put my mouth over the biggest
cock I'd ever seen let alone ever sucked. Never in my life had a man's cock
felt so good in my mouth, so warm, so soft, so alive, so fantasy like in
its size.  Never in my life had I sucked a man's cock in the privacy of my
own room.  Never in my life had I sucked a man off while he was naked.
Never in my life had I sucked a man off while I was naked.  Never in my
life had I sucked a man off when I felt I didn't have to hurry, didn't have
to fear a vice cop would walk in a catch me.  It was so fucking wonderful;
so fucking good!

To my surprise and delight he liked getting sucked.  I guess he just didn't
like a cocksucker pestering him when he was getting fucked.  I knew it was
a question I could never ask him.  For now though, I paused and got high on
his bottle of poppers and went back down on his dream cock to pleasure it
with my mouth which was getting wetter by the minute making his shaft
slippery with my saliva.

 First he began to buck his whole body up and down which forced his cock
deeper into my mouth each time his butt raised off the bed.  By the time he
gave me his gift of cum he was braced on his elbows and feet and his entire
body in-between was a foot off the bed. He didn't have big balls but his
load was great!  It shot out of his dick like a cannon - warm, sweet,
sticky and voluminous.

He went to sleep almost immediately and didn't even move much until he
awoke the following morning around nine o'clock.

I was not so lucky.  I could not go to sleep.  I kept wondering why he
cruised the john on La Cienega and the one on Prairie both, as they were at
least twenty miles apart.  His cock had been so good to suck on I was for
the first time satisfied and didn't feel the need to do it again right
away.  And, although, I'd fucked him and sucked him off, I didn't even know
his name.

But, there he was in my bed, naked, not even a sheet covering him and his
cock was as big soft as it was hard.  It was still a magnet that filled me
with desire and curiosity. Was it possible to love a cock - just a cock, no
matter who it was attached to?

I got out of bed, turned off the bedside lamp, picked his pants up off the
floor, took out his billfold, and draped his pants over the back of my
computer chair, picked up his pack of cigarettes and his lighter and went
to the bathroom.  Sitting on the john, smoking one of his cigarettes, I
went through his billfold.

He had business cards in his billfold.  He owed an antique shop on La
Cienega, that accounted for the toilet across Olympic from Josh's
apartment.  His driver's license gave his address as one I recognized as a
complex of new apartments just west of Hawthorne on Pacific Coast Highway,
which is south of here.  That accounted for the john on Prairie.  He had
stopped there on his way home, even though it was not the quickest route.

The name was the same on both his business card and his driver's
license. He was Richard North and his license stated he was born on July
25, 1979. He was 26 years old.

I took a card, went to the bedroom and got a pencil, came back to the
toilet and wrote his home address on the back, took the billfold back and
placed it on my desk near his pants.

What I was doing was wrong.  I knew it.  But I couldn't resist.  In my
underwear I dashed out to his car, searched his glove compartment and found
a 3" x 5" spiral bound notepad, took it with me, grabbed a beer from the
fridge (mom's boyfriend sometimes left some here) and went back to the
bathroom, drank the beer and smoked another of his cigarettes.  The
notebook wasn't full but contained two and a half pages of names and
telephone numbers; all male, first names.  No girls.  After I'd found out
what it was, I stuffed it in the back of the linen closet off the hall,
turned on the garage light so it illuminated my room to a degree and went
back to bed.

I propped myself up on one elbow and just looked at Richard.  He was so
beautiful and his cock was, too.  I did nothing but look at him for at
least half an hour and then I started fooling with his cock.  I'd lay it
straight up on his stomach, then move it to rest on one of his legs, then
down between his legs. Then I'd cup his balls in my hand.  Nothing seemed
to disturb him.  He still hadn't moved.  I decided I wanted some pictures.
I got my digital camera from my desk and snapped a few close-ups, moving
his cock around to different positions as I'd done before.

Finally, all my goofing around gave me an erection that was screaming for
release.  I sniffed on the popper bottle I'd snitched from his glove
compartment, although I didn't use them regularly and didn't really like
them.  But I got high on them and held his cock upright and lowered my
mouth over it.

I wanted to make it hard so desperately, but I couldn't do it.  Then, I
sucked on one of my fingers and made it all wet and stuck it up his ass.
Holy shit, he moaned and his big fucking cock started to erect. I kept my
finger in his ass, put my mouth over his cock and sucked on it.  I was so
fucking hot I was beside myself and finally took a break, sniffed the brown
bottle with each nostril, lowered my mouth over his cock again and started
finger fucking him.  He got harder and he got bigger.  When he did that, I
shot all over the sheets.

I still didn't feel sleepy, so I just kept looking at his beautiful fuck
tool, until finally I did drop off.  But every half hour or so I woke up in
a panic, raised my head to see if he was still there. I got out of bed at
8:30, made coffee, put a carton of orange juice out on the counter and went
back to bed.

At nine he woke up, looked around the room and then at me and said.  "I
guess you're going to have to tell me how I got here.  The only thing I
remember is your fucking me and sucking my cock."

I told him my name and what had happened, omitting my previously having
seen him in the john on La Cienega.  He thanked me and told me his name was
Richard. I asked if he wanted coffee and orange juice.  He asked if I could
get him a beer saying it was the best cure for a hangover.

After two beers and half a cup of coffee he took a shower.  When he got out
and came back into the bedroom he saw the outline of my cock in my jockeys.
I was hard as hell.

"How old are you, Michael."

"Fifteen"

"Shit, you didn't wreck my car I hope."

"No, I know how to drive."

"Damn but you're a cute kid!"

"And you're the most handsome man I've ever seen." "Really?" "Really?"

"Why don't you slip on some pants and go out to my un-wrecked car and get
some lube if you want to fuck me again.  That I do remember.  In fact I
remember you gave me your virginity."

 "Where would I find the lube?  What does it look like?"

"It's a white tube.  Where I don't know.  Look on the back seat and on the
floor.  I Hope I didn't take in into the men's john with me."

"You weren't in the men's.  You were in the women's."

"Shit, I must have been really skunked.  Thanks for helping me out."

I found the lube, he bent over the dresser and I lubed his ass.

"Lube your cock, too."

It was better for me this time.  In fact it was totally, fucking hot.  His
ass was hot and tight and it was so obvious that he liked getting fucked so
much that I couldn't help but like fucking him.  Shit, I'd have done
anything to make Richard happy.  Again, he started to masturbate himself,
but I stopped him.  When I shot off, he turned around, I dropped to my
knees and again I made him cum in my mouth.  He pulled me up off my knees
and kissed me.  I fucking near collapsed.  It was the first time I'd ever
been kissed by a man.

After he showered and had another cup of coffee, he drove me to a
restaurant on the other side of Hawthorne, we had breakfast and he brought
me home.  He looked in the glove compartment but couldn't find his notepad,
so he got a business card out of his billfold, not knowing I'd already
swiped one, and wrote his home address and phone, plus his cell phone
number on the back, took out another card out of his billfold and had me
write down my address and telephone numbers on it.

"Mike, my antique shop is going through a staged remodeling that's taking
forever.  During the week employees and I move stuff out of the way but
they don't work on weekends and I could use some help moving stuff back
into the finished areas.  Interested?  It would be a chance to see you
again. "

"Sure, and I've got a friend that lives in that area.  Could you use the
both of us?"

"Sure, why don't I pick you up tomorrow morning.  Is 7:30 too early."

"Sounds great."

"He looked down the street, across the street, into his rear view mirror,
grabbed me and pulled me over close to him and planted another kiss on me."

"I meant it, Mike, when I said you're a cute kid.  I've never been
attracted to young boys, but, if you don't mind, I'm going to make an
exception in your case."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then I'd like to be your exception, Richard.  See ya tomorrow morning."

TO BE CONTINUED

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