Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 18:32:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Waterpark Ride-of-my-Life

The Waterpark Ride-of-my-Life

I'm so excited that the weather is finally warming up!  I can't wait for
summer!  It is always my favorite season.  And as always, as it heats up,
people's clothes come off!  Who doesn't prefer a hot guy in a tank top to
one in a big North Face jacket, right?

So that's really why I love summer.  Especially since I'm horny basically
24-7, and have been for almost as long as I can remember.

I also love to swim.  I haven't done it competitively since college, but
since I graduated I joined a gym with a pool, so it's all good.  When I was
younger, I basically tried to spend the whole summer either lying in the
sun, or in the water.  Or getting fucked by some random guy, of course.
Activities that came as close as possible to all three at once were even
better!

One of the best examples of that happened at a waterpark the summer I was
thirteen.  I had gone with a few of my friends from school, and my friend's
mom drove us.  Once we got there, though, she parked herself in a lounge
chair and immersed herself in a Danielle Steele novel for the rest of the
day, giving us instructions to meet back at her chair by three in the
afternoon so she could drive us back to the city.

I was wearing my regulation swim meet speedo (good thing I liked the school
colors!), which was skimpier than the knee length board shorts that most of
the other guys my age were wearing.  I really didn't care, though.  In
fact, I kinda liked showing off my body as often as I could.  It was early
summer, but I already had a nice tan to set off my blonde hair, and my
muscles were just starting to fill out and define themselves under my
smooth skin on my five foot five frame.  I also had on my mirrored
sunglasses, which made it easy for me to check out all the guys in their
swimsuits without being too obvious.

My other three friends (who were also on the swim team with me at school)
seemed to be drawn to the slides and things with the longest lines, which I
thought was a total drag.  After a morning of standing together in every
line, we all decided to split up to do whatever we wanted until three
o'clock.  As soon as I had ditched them, I decided to take a break and get
a slurpee to cool down a little.

I was getting really tired of standing in lines for things, and the slurpee
stand was no different.  After that, I looked at the line for the
restrooms, and decided I could hold it.  As I was walking out of the food
area, though, I noticed what looked like another set if restrooms, hidden
behind a booth selling lame tee-shirts.

Sure enough, it was another restroom, and even if it was marked 'staff
only', it didn't really matter, since it was empty aside from me.  It was
the only time all day I had been able to avoid waiting in line!  So I peed
with an extra sense of satisfaction.

I was just shaking a drop of pee off the end of my dick (and maybe giving
it a few tugs before I stuffed it back into my swimsuit) when the door
opened and in came a guy wearing a uniform short sleeved shirt, apron, and
cap from one of the food stands.  He didn't even seem to notice me as he
walked up to the urinals, already pulling his apron aside and fumbling with
his fly.

He looked like he was in his thirties, standing about five foot ten, with
dark hair peeking out from under his uniform cap.  He also had a sexy
scruff of stubble, like he had skipped shaving that morning.  I could also
see some of his hairy chest where the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned.

As he pissed, he let out a loud sigh of relief and looked right at me.

"You know this restroom is staff only, kid."

The way he said it, it wasn't a question.

"Yeah, sorry.  Have you seen the lines out there for the public one?" I
asked.

"Everyone else is patiently waiting their turn, what makes you so special?"

"I just am." was my smartass answer.

"Well, no harm done, but why don't you leave so I can piss in privacy?"

"OK, if that's what you want."

"What if that's not what I want?  What if I want you to come over here and
watch me piss?"

It didn't sound like a bad idea to me, either.  I walked back over to the
urinals and stood right next to him.

He looked at me and laughed.  "You are a bold little fucker, aren't you?"

"That's what they tell me."

"So, like what you see?" he asked, giving his dick a shake.  I could see it
thickening in his hand.

"Yeah, but I want to do more than see it!"

"Jesus, kid, I work here!  If I get caught with you in here, I'd be lucky
to just get fired!" he paused. "Your cute ass is almost worth it though."

"Gee, thanks.  I'm glad you like it!" I joked, pulling my swimsuit down in
back to flash my ass at him.  He looked nervously over to the door.

"If you go past the staff restrooms and too the left, there is a storage
room that no one uses during the day.  That's where I'm headed, if you know
what I'm saying." he said as he tucked his semi-hard cock back into his
pants.

I nodded and pulled my swimsuit up.  I followed him out of the bathroom and
down what seemed to be a service road or alley between the back-side of one
of the rides and the food stalls.  Looking behind me to make sure no one
was watching, I slipped through the unmarked door that he had entered ahead
of me.

Two of the walls of the room were lined with shelves of mechanical parts,
and at the end was a worktable scattered with tools.  There were also boxes
stacked in the middle of the floor.  The man was leaning up against the
edge of the table, waiting for me and rubbing the bulge in the front of his
apron.  I could hear the lock click shut as the door closed behind me.

I walked over to him and he pulled me close to him so I could feel his hard
cock pressing up against my chest through his clothes.  I stuck both of my
hands underneath his apron to get a better feel.  He hadn't even bothered
to zip up his pants underneath, so I worked my hand through his fly.  He
groaned as my fingers stroked his cock, and I could feel the shaft throb
and get even harder under my touch.

He reached around behind his back to untie his apron, pulling it off over
his head and dropping it on the floor.  I dropped to my knees on the bare
concrete floor in front of him and he laughed.

"You sure know what you are here for, don't you?"

"Yeah, I sure do!"

"What's that then, kid?"

"This!" I said, grabbing his cock again and laughing.

"I'm not complaining, but aren't you a little young to be acting like such
a slut?"

"Maybe I am, but I can't help it.  It just comes naturally."

"I won't argue with that.  So get to work!" he said, guiding my head
towards his crotch.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down just enough to release his
cock.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, just as I had felt.

His cock looked delicious!  Probably seven inches long, with a big mushroom
head and thick veins snaking down the shaft to his hairy pubes.  I couldn't
wait to wrap my lips around it!  I didn't have long to wait, either, as he
impatiently pushed me towards it.

"I don't have all day kid, get to work!"

That was all I needed to hear!  I grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft
and ran my tongue up along the underside, flicking around the head of his
cock before taking it into my mouth.  He groaned and ran his hands over my
hair, guiding my head closer.  I could feel the swollen head of his dick
pushing towards the back of my throat.

Even though I was a pretty well trained cocksucker by the time I was
thirteen, the feeling of the big mushroom head of his cock forcing it's way
down my throat made me gag a little.  I looked up at him with his cock in
my mouth and he just laughed.

"More than you were expecting?  That's too bad, but I'm not gonna let you
off the hook that easy."

I just blinked the tears out of the corners of my eyes and kept sucking.
It wasn't every guy who could make me gag like that, but I was still
enjoying having him use my mouth.  I could feel the spit running down my
chin as he kept reaming my throat, but my dick was like steel, tenting out
the front of my speedo.

His hand was still resting on my head, but I was bobbing up and down on his
cock at my own pace, and finally either my throat got used to his fat
cockhead or it went numb.  Then he was really able to pound my throat!  I
could feel his hairy balls slapping against my chin, smearing my spit
across my face.  I was gasping for air when he finally pulled his cock out
of my mouth!

"Your mouth is amazing, kid.  But what about that cute little ass you were
flashing at me like a slut?" he asked, lifting me up onto the surface of
the worktable.  I raised my hips up and he tugged off my swimsuit and
scooted me to the edge of the table.

I leaned back on my elbows as he pushed my legs apart and up, giving him
easy access to my ass.  He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers up my
crack, and exploring my hole.  Soon he added another finger and some more
spit, directly onto my hole this time.

"Feels to me like you are ready for this dick." he said, moving in so he
could rub the head against my slicked up asshole.  I could feel it lodged
between my ass cheeks, pushing them apart.

I bit my lip as he started to push it into me.  My tight little ass was
resisting his fat cockhead as well as it could, but it was a loosing
battle.  He wasn't going to be giving up any time soon.  He dropped another
gob of spit right on my hole and kept pushing.

When it finally breeched my holes defenses and popped inside of me, I could
feel my ass clamping around the shaft in relief.  I must have been moaning
like a bitch because he had one hand clapped over my mouth to quiet me
down.

I had no desire to get caught with my swimsuit down either, but I couldn't
help the sounds that were being forced out of me as the ridge at the base
of his fat mushroom head plunged into my ass.  Then he really started to
fuck me and I realized that everything else had just been a warm-up!

He was fucking me with fast, long strokes, letting his cock pull out of my
ass so that just the tip of the head was pushed against my hole before
slamming it back into me until his balls slapped against my ass.  Each time
he pulled out and jackhammered back in, the head of his cock abused my
tight little asshole.

He must have been tired of holding his hand over my mouth, because he
grabbed my discarded swimsuit from the table and stuffed it into my mouth
as a gag.  Don't get me wrong, though.  His cock was punishing my ass, and
I was loving every second of it!

Now that he had both hands free, he gripped me around my waist, just above
my hips.  He had big hands (and we all know what that meant) and they were
almost able to wrap all the way around my waist.

With a secure grip on me, he started pounding my ass even harder than
before.  I groaned through the improvised gag and arched my back against
the wooden surface of the worktable.  I was gripping the edge of the table
with both hands to keep from sliding across the surface, cause I was
sweating buckets in the enclosed room.

He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but the sounds of his body
smacking against mine and his quiet groaning filled the room.  I could tell
he was getting close.  His cock felt like it was expanding inside of me,
and getting even harder.  I squeezed the muscles in my ass around him,
trying to milk the cum out of his dick.

His quiet groaning was now more like grunting each time he thrust his dick
back into my ass.  My tender hole could feel every bump and ridge of his
swollen cockhead and veiny shaft.  The look on his face was almost a
grimace as he started to work his hips even faster.

"You ready for my load, kid?" he grunted.  I was still gagged with my own
swimsuit, so I couldn't do anything but nod.  And clamp my ass down around
his dick again.

His hands tightened around my hips and he pushed me down as he shoved his
dick into me.  He kept it thrust deep inside of my as his cock pulsed and
squirted, and he groaned through gritted teeth.  It felt like he was
cumming inside of me for almost a minute!

And as soon as he pulled out, I could feel my swollen, abused hole start
leaking cum.  He held me down on the table for a bit while he watched his
cum oozing out of my ass.

"Now that is a well fucked hole!" he laughed as my ass twitched and
released another gob of cum.  He poked at it with one of his fingers, then
wiped it in my hair.  "You had better rinse off in one of the pools as soon
as you can."

I spit out my swimsuit and agreed.  My legs were sore from being held in
position as I slid down off the table to kneel on the floor in front of him
to lick his slimy cock clean.  I could taste my ass on it, as well as the
huge amount of cum that was smeared all along the shaft.  I was rubbing my
own cock for relief while I sucked his clean, and it wasn't long before I
shot my own load onto the dirty concrete floor.

Once his cock was clean, he tucked it back into his jeans and tied his
apron back on.  I pulled up my soggy swimsuit and wrapped my towel around
my waist.  He smeared the drops of cum across the floor with his foot.

"You had better leave first.  Make sure no one sees you on your way out!"
he told me.

I peeked out the door, and made a run for it since the coast was clear.  He
was right, I had to find a pool to rinse off in.  It's a good thing that
the water at these places is so chlorinated, or else I'm sure all the sperm
I was leaking would have gotten someone pregnant.

So, I made it back to my friend's mom's lounge chair just in time to go
home.  And when she asked me what the best ride was, I lied and told her
that it was the waterslide.