Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 13:24:38 EST
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Mall Mens Room (M/b, mild bondage)

If you are under the age of 18 you should not be looking at these stories.
If you do happen to proceed down the page by accident I can't do a thing
about it.  Consider yourself forewarned.  So there.

This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of
shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then doesn't
bother reading any further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on
with mine.  Thanks for your expected cooperation.

NOTE: Some of my tales I tell are true and some are not. You are free to
guess which are which.  They've brought many great memories recalling the
true ones and fantasizing about the fictional ones.  I hope they bring as
much pleasure to you.  You can check out other memories and/or fantasies of
mine in Nifty.  Please feel free to take a peek at A Rich Tale, Memories of
Years Past and Evolution of a Friendship.


Mall Men's Room


     He hadn't known what was up.  He couldn't have because even I wasn't
sure what I was going to do.  We'd talked about it and had come up with
some good ideas, yet we still hadn't followed through on them.  I finally I
came upon this idea myself and wasn't about to tell Terry anything about
it.  If I could follow through on it, then Terry would find out soon
enough.

     Terry is such a sweet young man.  We had gotten to know each other
quite well through the Internet.  He had read a story I'd written about a
young man I'd gone out with several years and he was interested in older
men.  For about the first month we'd exchanged e-mails just talking about
all sorts of things about ourselves and life in general.  Although he was
relatively inexperienced sexually, he was open to new ideas and had all
sorts of questions.

     He was only 16 when we first started talking and our e-mails had
become almost daily as we exchanged our thoughts, our feelings and our
desires.  I have to admit, that being old enough to be his father made this
somewhat strange.  I am attracted to younger men, but had never really
thought dating someone his age was conceivable.  We were so honest with
each other and we found it so easy to express ourselves with each other.
Things began to change after several weeks though.  For about the first
five or six weeks, we hadn't even discussed the possibility of meeting.  It
seemed like overnight that our interests were changing for the more
serious.

     We had talked for nearly two and half months through our daily
correspondence when Terry divulged his true feelings for me.  He viewed me
as someone who had gone through so much in his life and needed someone very
special.  A couple of times previously he had mentioned in passing that if
he were out of school that he'd love to date me.  I always got a kick out
of that because my general impression was that younger guys wanted to meet
for one reason...sex.  But I had come to realize that Terry was different.

     His soul ran so much deeper than that.  He seemed to always feel that
his desires were different from so many people and felt he was strange.  He
really isn't, but being inexperienced he wasn't privy to what goes on in
the real world.  He was like so many others, but had trouble believing that
at first.  I was able to convince him that he's as normal as almost anyone.
Terry is also a very motivated individual with goals for his life.  He's
also a swimmer, which is not uncommon for someone living in central
Florida.

     He caught me off guard when he came right out and said that he wanted
to meet me and that it wasn't for the sexual aspect that so many younger
guys are interested in.  He could read me quite well as learned many of my
moods and what I'm actually looking for.  He understood me and knew that I
wasn't looking for any quickies and that I could be such a loving and
supportive person.  His interest in me grew by the day.  In fact, it had
grown much more than I could have ever imagined when one day I was floored
when he told me he had fallen in love with me.

     He was so sweet to me when I explained the problems of our age
difference, yet it was something he really wanted.  He felt he knew me so
well and his heart kept telling him that I'm a good person looking for
someone to love and love me back.  We never judged each other and discussed
everything under the sun as our caring for each other grew by the hour.  A
day didn't feel complete without hearing from my new friend.

     After many months of total trust between each other, Terry and I
decided to meet.  We put it off until after a busy holiday season for both
of us and I knew we would both be nervous.  That special day finally came
and, after that initial nervousness, we found ourselves so comfortable in
the others company.  After a few rendezvous', Terry decided he wanted to
tell his dad about me.  My young friend originally thought he could never
tell his dad about me, yet, once he had revealed to his father that he's
gay, Terry started talking to me about wanting to tell his dad.  He knew
that his dad would somehow understand his being interested in older men.

     I'd heard so much about Terry's father that I knew I'd like him very
much.  He's such a compassionate and understanding man.  He loves Terry as
much as Terry loves him and is so supportive of his teenage son.  I had
told Terry several times that once he had the courage to tell his dad about
me, I would love to meet his dad.  That day came up on us quickly and is
another story in itself.  After meeting me, his dad knew my heart was in
the right place.

     Terry and I had so much fun together as we would spend hour upon hour
just talking about so many things.  We could just sit on a beach, watch the
waves and the moon, and talk about everything in our lives.  For someone
his age, Terry had this amazing adult understanding of so many things but
at the same time retained his youthful enthusiasm.

     As time went by we talked about some of our fantasies and that's when
I realized I wanted to make some of them come true for him.  It was at that
point that I concocted this idea and decided to put it into affect.

     We entered the mall and made our way from store to store, occasionally
stopping in one and basically just doing the mall rat thing.  I was proud
to be seen with Terry.  He's so adorable and such a wonderful young man.
Being a middle-aged man, I was always concerned about how Terry felt about
being seen with me due to the fact he's just a teenager.  We continued our
journey and once in a while the thoughts of idea popped into my mind.  I
would get real quiet during those brief moments, wondering if I could
really go through with it.

     After a couple of hours the crowd was beginning to thin out somewhat
and I decided to go ahead with my plan.  Since it was winter I had a jacket
on even though we live in warm south.  It still gets relatively cold even
down here.  What Terry didn't know was what I was hiding in the pocket of
my jacket.  I told him I had to go to the men's' room and he thought that
was a good idea and I led him off in the direction of one isolated at the
end of the mall.  As we walked along the main corridor my hand slipped into
my jacket pocket to make sure my surprise was still there.  It was.  I was
all set.  All I needed was the courage to go through with this.

     I had chosen this mall and this men's' room for exactly what it had to
offer.  It had the older style stalls with metal frames, which ran to the
floor.  Across the top, above the partitions, were bars, which ran from the
front of the stall back to the wall where they were bolted in place.  The
newer, more wide-open stalls would obviously not suffice, as you will see
for yourself.  The other things it had working in its favor were being
isolated at the end and two doors in order to get in with a small corridor
in between.  The doors and corridor would provide plenty of notification of
someone else entering and also the restroom had exposed pipes along the
ceiling.

     It was starting to get somewhat late and the mall would be closing in
about 30 minutes.  It wasn't a lot of time, yet just enough to provide
Terry with an evening he wouldn't soon forget.  We reached the first door
and I pushed it open allowing Terry to enter before.  I guess I was always
being ever the gentleman for him.  The corridor had a strange slight echo
to it with just the two of us there and we reached the second doorway at
which time Terry pushed it open and we entered the main area.

     As I glided in slowly, my eyes started floating along the slight
openings at the bottom of the stalls to be sure no one else was in there.
We were in luck so far, not another soul was present.  Terry started to
make his way over to one of the urinals along one wall and I moved over
toward a stall at the end.  I heard Terry undo his zipper, which made a
rather loud sound as the echo of the hallway continued inside this room.  I
quickly looked at him as he was starting to reach in his pants to pull out
his lovely tool and I called out to him before he had a chance to start his
work.

     I anxiously asked him if he'd like to share duties in a stall with me.
He acknowledged he would with a knowing smile accompanying it.  We'd done
similar things, as we would make out briefly in only a semblance of privacy
in these most public of places.  We both got a charge out of the risk
factor of doing things in public places, but still hadn't gone to any
extremes in the past.

     I held the door open for Terry to join me in this tightly enclosed
space.  Immediately upon entering he turned toward me as we gently put our
arms around each other and began kissing each other very sensuously on the
lips.  We released our grips and I slid my coat off and hung it on the
normally convenient hook on the inside of the stall door.  Terry had
already turned toward the bowl proclaiming that he really had to go and I
had my own member out of my pants before I reached the bowl alongside of my
young lover.

     We were both hanging delicately, but I noticed that Terry's was
growing slightly as I saw him glance toward my exposed "little buddy".  I
loved looking at every aspect of Terry, from his beautiful eyes, to his
perky butt and right down to the softness of now growing pole.  I released
my flood of liquid as quickly as I could and Terry seemed to be enjoying
himself by taking his time.  I was able to finish ahead of him and was
about to put my plan into effect.

     I zipped myself up and turned to my jacket reaching inside the pocket.
I pulled out the rope of cloth I had designed out of some old sheets and
had made sure I had plenty of length to it and had cut it into two equal
lengths.  As Terry finished up and flushed the bowl, he turned his head and
saw what I had in my hands.  He looked confused and asked what the cloth
was for.  I just smiled at him and he got this look of surprise,
apprehension and excitement all at one time.

     I stepped up on the bowl and tossed it over the bar above one of the
partitions.  It dangled on both sides with plenty to spare and I tied it
tightly in a knot as I looked at Terry with a sly smile.  I put my hand out
to assist him in getting on to the bowl with me.  We had some difficulty
balancing at first, but the walls of the stall were close enough that we
use them to help us maintain our upright positions.  They were very tall
walls and you could barely see over the top by stretching up on to your
toes while standing on the bowl.  Terry and I started kissing again with
our hands roaming all over the other's body and he seemed to forget about
the awaiting cloth.

     I pulled his shirt out of his pants and he raised his arms to allow me
to pull it over his head.  We returned to our passionate kissing and at
that point I knew I had him.  Our lips were all over each other and I moved
my actions down to his neck where he loved me kissing and licking him.  I
reached for and felt the cloth dangling next to us and, while we continued
our excitement of each other, I softly wrapped one end of the cloth around
his wrist and tied it firmly.  Even with his arm extended out to the side
in the grasp of the soft cloth, Terry appeared lost in our action.  Even if
he did mind, he wasn't showing any concern over what I was doing.

     I pulled my face away from his, grabbed the other piece of cloth and
tossed an end over the parallel bar on the other side of the stall.  I
gently took Terry's other wrist and extended that arm out as I gently tied
another firm knot around that wrist.  He was now focusing on what I was
doing and wasn't quite sure what to think at this point.  I just kept
looking into eyes and he had this knowing and trusting look on his face.  I
lifted his other arm now and took the other end of that cloth and place it
around his free wrist.  Again, I tied it firmly and upon finishing this
task I leaned forward placed a gentle kiss upon his bare chest and added
some tongue action to his nipples as they hardened.

     I then leaned back and stepped off the bowl allowing my the view of my
young buddy with his arms extended above his head, his torso totally
exposed and his athletic legs of a swimmer being the only real support he
had of his own.  I reveled in his appearance of sexiness and innocence all
at the same time.  My, how could I love him so much?

     There was telltale bulge in the front of his slacks, which began to
grow even more as I slid my hand up to his stomach and began rubbing his
warm teenage skin with my brawny, masculine hands.  I just wanted to enjoy
his beauty with my touch, but I knew there was more to do and not a lot of
time left to do it.  My hands worked their way up and down along his sides
and down to his pants.  I firmly rubbed the outside of his slacks along his
thighs and brushed across the front of them as well, feeling the bulge and
throbbing through the material.  Terry's hip were moving back and forth as
I knew he was totally turned on at the moment and I wasn't about to let him
down.

     I knew, with the lack of time, I had to get to work.  I reached up and
unzipped his pants first, undid his belt and the button at the top of his
pants and slid them down along his sexy legs.  They reached his ankles and
I looked up to his crotch, noticing a wet spot on the front of his shorts.
I reached behind Terry and gripped his buns in my hands and began licking
his rock hard boner right through the only remaining material.

     His hips were bemoaning the fact that he had no control of what was
happening or the ability to release himself of his building sexual
excitement.  My hands and fingers caressed his thigh and slid up inside the
legs of his shorts, reaching his cock and balls and caressing with such
firmness, yet at the same time a caring tenderness.  After just a couple of
minutes I pulled my hands out, reached up the elastic waistline and
proceeded to expose Terry fully to the public air.  He vainly attempted to
pull his arms down to grab me but quickly realized it was to no avail.

     His love tool popped free and made a leap toward the ceiling.  I
couldn't resist any longer and buried my face in his crotch taking that
teenage dick in my mouth.  I ran my tongue up and down his shaft as Terry's
pre-cum was leaking profusely.  It just made the taste sweeter and I knew
it wouldn't take long for Terry to relieve himself, probably not even
needing my help.

     His dick was throbbing furiously, even within the confines of my hot
mouth.  His head was rocking back and forth and his breathing was labored
as he tried to force his hips forward attempting to gain greater depth
within my orifice.  What we had forgotten about was about to awaken us from
our lust very quickly.  We heard the door of the men's' room creak open and
we both went dead silent at the very same moment.

     I thought quickly as my brain recovered at a rapid rate.  I stepped up
on the bowl with Terry, sliding his feet backward a bit to allow me access
to some room.  I squatted down a bit and signaled Terry to keep quiet.  At
this point there wasn't much more we could do except wait for the person to
leave.  We heard some guy unzip his pants and begin to leak into a urinal,
but at that moment I just couldn't resist.

     Terry tried to look over the top, while at the same time not wanting
to be seen.  I maneuvered my hand up toward Terry and began to fondle his
sack.  His cock, which had momentarily become disinterested in what we had
been doing, suddenly became independently thrilled to be receiving such
attention again.  It bobbed its way back to full staff as I tugged and
fondled his still boiling balls.  It was all Terry could do from starting
to moan and rock again.

     We heard the man flush the urinal and listened intently for the door
to open, but we didn't hear it.  After the flushing water had ceased, we
listened again and heard soft steps coming toward the stalls.  Terry and I
looked at each other again, but I still didn't stop having some fun by now
slowly stroking his still dripping cock.  The feet stopped just outside our
stall and we then heard a voice call out.

     The man asked if everything was all right and I signaled to Terry to
say something to him.  Terry blurted out, with his voice breaking up, that
we was fine.  The man asked if he needed help with anything and Terry said
no thanks.  We looked at each other again as we waited for another
response, but this time we heard the man's feet making their way across the
room followed by the inner door creaking open and closed again.

     Finally we were alone again, but that stranger coming in on us was
just what he had hoped wouldn't happen, but at the same time hoped it
would.  The thing I found amazing was that Terry never got soft the entire
time the stranger was talking to him at the door.  Well, I'm guessing that
maybe me fondling him the entire time might have had something to do with
it....well maybe. <large grin>

     My 16-year-old lover and I were left alone to the silence and I
resumed my attention and adoration of his beautiful body.  Whenever I
looked at him, whether it be his body or his face, I had to pinch myself.
When I'm with him I feel real and alive unlike no other time in the past
several years.  We have a deep respect and caring for each other that goes
beyond age or physical appearance.  We had discovered something inside or
ourselves that reached out to each other and a magical chemistry evolved
without even thinking about it.  We hadn't gone looking for each other, but
rather we found each other.

     At this particular moment we were sharing a fantasy of both our minds.
This public place was exposed to something burning inside of us as we
expressed our love for each other and even flashed hints of it to the
world.  My hand slid up his hot flesh once again, beginning with his strong
thighs.  Oh yes, swimming had done a lot for Terry, and his thighs were
just one aspect of all that hard work.  His upper legs were so firm and
athletic.  The light hair was so soft to the touch as my fingers plied his
skin.  Upward my fingers worked as I stared lovingly at him.  My hands,
strong from all the years athletics and then coaching, pressed firmly as
they made their way to his thighs.

     The tips of my digits edged their way toward the center of his body as
the came in contact with the pubic hair surrounding his love tool, which I
had come to know so well in recent weeks.  My hands snaked their way
through the thickness of hair and came in contact with the base of still
rock hard pole.  As I made contact, his cock twitched mightily and he
moaned slightly in the passion of the events of recent moments.  The flesh
was so hot and I could almost feel the blood flowing through its veins.  I
loved to touch it for Terry, to feel it, to fondle it and to caress it.

     As I looked at its tip I could see his pre-cum flowing freely and I
placed a fingertip upon the tiny slit and smeared it all around the now
overly sensitive head.  Terry was squirming mightily as he tried to thrust
his hips forward in an attempt to have my hand make even further contact.
I leaned my head forward and ever so lightly ran my talented tongue over
the head and tasted that sweet teenage juice against my tastebuds.  It was
like tasting a special drink, produced just for me.

     My lips parted slowly and I took the head between them and sucked back
and forth, just enough to cover to the base of the hood.  Back and forth I
moved in a motion of wanting the sensations to last for Terry forever.  It
was pulsing frantically as I slipped it further and further into my
awaiting mouth.  The taste was so thrilling as if I was a starving man
tasting his first meal in weeks.  I could feel his cock sliding backward
into my mouth until it reached the back of my throat.  A free hand reached
up and grasped his sack firmly as I played with his loose balls.  With each
gentle tug, Terry would make more of his moaning sounds as he pushed
forward even more.

     My other hand slid up his opposite thigh and up to his tight stomach.
After meeting Terry, I knew I really was attracted to a swimmers body.
After meeting his father, I knew where Terry got his athletic body.  I was
now lost in a sexual trance as I devoured his dick and moved my roaming
hand up to his nipples and rubbed them.  Terry's legs had spread as wide as
possible with his feet confined to the width of the toilet bowl.  My free
hand came back down and rubbed the inside of his thighs then made its way
between his legs, rubbing that sensitive area behind his sack.  Even
further back I met up with his love hole and my fingers worked the
perimeter, then finally a single finger made its way into his love hole.

     My mouth desired to taste more of my youthful buddy, so I maneuvered
my way from his freely leaking teenage cock down along his sack.  I lapped
along the crease between his leg and his groin, up and down, as the heat
and scent from his body rose within my nostrils.  He and I had no concerns
at that moment as our minds had melded into one.  My tongue moved along
below his balls, as I lifted them with my mouth and took them as a pair of
friends into my waiting hole.  I swirled them around as they continued to
tighten with an impending explosion of fluids I couldn't wait to taste.

     Terry's pre-cum had dripped its way on to my face and was spread
around easily as my face rubbed against his tool as I maintained my tasting
of his sweat-covered scrotum.  Terry could no longer contain himself as his
head kept moving back and forward again.  His arms strained at the
constraints holding him at bay from touching me or any part of himself.  He
finally began to beg as he pleaded for me to allow him to release his pent
up load.

     "Oh, Coach, pleeeeaasse let me shoot!!  Take my dick in your mouth.
Pleeeeeaaasse!!", he cried out in the near silence of our new love shack.

     I quickened the pace of my finger entering his hole and my mouth moved
up to the base of his pounding cock.  I very slowly moved my tongue along
his shaft as it reverberated at a rapid pace.  It seemed to want to blast
away at any moment as inch by inch I edged along it and finally made my way
to the tip.  His pre-cum was now driving me crazy and I knew I wanted his
hot cum down my throat right then and there.

     I withdrew my finger and placed both hands upon his hot buns and
worked them furiously as I took his entire cock into my mouth.  I kneaded
his flesh, working them back and forth, spreading them wide and
occasionally playing with the entrance to his hole as the head of his tool
once again reached the back of my throat.  Up and down my head went, as
fast as I could now, pumping away as I desparately wanted to taste and
swallow my lovers cum.

     With one hand still plying his shapely teen buns, my other hand
touched several of Terry's sensitive spots on his body.  From his hole, my
other hand worked the flesh between his legs, then his sack and also jacked
away at his cock as my mouth was still teasing him to eruption.

     Suddenly, Terry yelled out, "YEEEESSSSSS!!!!"  I felt the first of an
unimaginable amount of cum shots shooting freely into my hungry throat.
The faster and harder he shot, the more I wanted as I took his loads as
fast as they arrived.  It seemed Terry had opened a faucet as his cum
poured at a rapid rate into me.  Finally, I couldn't contain it all as some
dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.  I didn't want it to stop and I
don't think Terry could have made it cease if he wanted to.

     After what felt like an eternity of throbbing flesh releasing his love
juice, his cock stopped producing any further loads and it started to
relax, still within my mouth.  His body stopped convulsing as well as his
tight teenage body ever so slowly relaxed.  My mouth sucked up the last of
his drops and gradually pulled back taking the last of his cum with my
lips.  Terry jumped slightly as I went back over his still extremely
sensitive head, then totally went limp as I my mouth freed itself of its
tasty late dinner.

     I stood straight up again and rejoined my young lover at eye level and
I embraced him, wrapping my large, brawny, masculine arms around his waist
and chest.  Our lips parted and our tongues met as we shared the taste of
his recently spent cum.  He pushed himself into my body as tightly as he
could as we shared the most imtimate of loving kisses.  He was totally
fatigued as we smiled at each other.  I reached for each wrist separately
and undid the knots, which had become much tighter due to the frantic
struggling of a few moments earlier.

     Once his arms were free he wildly grabbed at me and we joined in a hug
only two people with a deep caring for one another could possibly share.
Our kisses became more gentle and we placed kisses upon the others faces as
well.  I placed my hand on his cheek and softly pulled his lips to mine
again and the gentleness between us returned as we had shared many times
before.  We both understood how deep our feelings ran for each other.  I
had been able to supply Terry with one of his fantasies and he expressed
his appreciation with just a knowing look, a hug and a kiss from those
soft, sensual lips of his.

     With our pants still undone, but pulled up, we stepped down from our
perch and made our way to the sinks across the room.  We quickly washed up
and wiped each others faces with the readily available towels and fixed our
clothes before heading out.  As we left through the first door, we both
glanced back and spotted the pieces of cloth still attached to the support
bars for the stalls.  We turned and without even speaking we both knew we
wanted to leave them there, possibly for someone else to realize a fantasy,
and also to maybe wonder what exactly may have happened in that now empty
stall.

     We smiled again and headed out the second door, knowing that it was
past closing time and prepared ourselves for an explanation we'd probably
have to give some security or cleaning personnel as to why we were still
inside the building.

Would you like to read more about Terry and I?
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