Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2011 13:26:55 -0800 (PST)
From: muscle_sprouts@yahoo.com
Subject: What I Saw 19A

Here is another installment of the epic saga –I apologize for my last
entry-god there were a lot of typos-poor editing on my part. Feedback
always appreciated.

It had been several weeks since my last voyeuristic episode at the adult
bookstore. I couldn't believe what I had seen and I felt like I barely made
it out of there intact. Soon, I was back into my regular routine and was
almost glad of the breather. It didn't take long though for the monotony
school and it was starting to get to me as I was waiting bored and just
anxious to be done. A couple weeks passed and I was starting to get that
feeling again. Nothing had happened around school and I had begun to start
ramping myself up. I would lie on my bed at night and replay some of the
various scenes I had witnessed while leisurely strolling my cock to a
thrumming erection. After a week or so of edging like this the slightest
stimulation be it physical, like my crotch bumping the edge of a table or
mental...seeing a hot guy in the car next to me on the highway would send
my dick to full mast and I'd be dripping precum in a matter of seconds.

On a Monday I came home late from school and as I entered the house I saw a
big blue canvas suitcase in the foyer by the stairs. It didn't belong to
anyone in the house and I knew Jake wasn't due home from school. I heard my
mom towards the back of the house and followed her voice to the kitchen.
She was sitting at the table with a young curly haired guy. I barely
registered her words that he was the son of a friend of her and my dad's
and his folks had to attend an emergency funeral out of town. She droned on
about how they didn't want to pull him out of his private school so close
to final exams, he being top of the senior class...blah, blah...blah. All I
could focus on was how incredibly fucking hot this kid was sitting at my
kitchen table who, according to my mom I would be sharing my room with for
the next week or so. I felt my cock twitch in my underwear as I tried not
to stare. He was my age or so and had a big mop of curly loose curls. The
sides and back of his hair was trimmed a bit shorter giving him a sort of
modern pompadour. He had dark eyes and sort of pale skin with a deep dimple
in his chin. His lips were full, especially the bottom lip. He was on the
short side but it was what I could see of his body that really caused me to
sweat. He was wearing a white button down oxford and grey dress pants.  The
shirt clung to his shoulders and chest even though it wasn't tight. He
looked like he was beautifully muscled. The pants clung to his thick thighs
and ass and though he was sitting, the way his shirt tucked into the back
of his pants it looked like he had a perfect round ass. Shit, how was I
going to keep my dick from snapping off with him around? I jerked at
another thought...what would my dad do?  The kid stood up and shook my
hand, his name was Lane and his proximity did nothing to lessen my
anxiety. He really was beautiful. His forearms were coursed with veins and
virtually hairless...this was not going to be an easy week.

 That night at dinner the tension at the table was palpable. My Dad hadn't
taken his eyes off Lane since he had gotten home from work. It was sort of
uncomfortable; I couldn't see how my mom didn't catch on. Lane definitely
seemed to pick up on it as well. He had greeted my Dad warmly when he came
through the front door, shaking his hand and thanking him for his
hospitality. Dad seemed almost speechless at the sight of the kid. By this
time Lane had brought his bag upstairs and had changed into a pale tight
yellow t-shirt that was old and faded. You could tell it was super soft
from years of washing and it looked like it used to fit him... in maybe
eighth grade. The sleeves barely came down over his rounded shoulders and
the hem of the shirt just barely grazed the thick waistband of the baggy
grey gym pants he had put on. Though the fit of the pants was loose I
couldn't help noticing that his ass seemed to pop through the light fabric.
Somehow the back of these cheap baggy sweats seemed to hug and mold to each
individual perfect round cheek and they seemed almost wedged up in the high
deep crack of his ass. When he released Dad's hand in the foyer before he
turned to enter the living room he gave my dad a look that i immediately
recognized...here as another cock whore...in my own house!  I saw my Dad's
bright blue eyes flicker and then involuntarily lock onto those two perfect
mounds and the kid scuffed away, his bare feet whooshing across the
hardwood floors. I didn't think anyone but me heard the sharp intake of
breath and see my dad shake his head quickly to clear it. He caught me
staring at him from my vantage point halfway down the stairs and winked at
me. "Hey champ, how's it going...looks like you got a roomy for a few
days." I smiled and came the rest of the way down the stairs.

"No problem Dad, Lane seems nice enough. " I said as Dad slung his big
heavy arm across my shoulders and steered me through the hall into the
living room. Lane was sitting on the couch with one knee pulled up to his
chest, watching the news on TV. Dad's eyes again did a quick jump to the
boy's crotch and he licked his lips at the clearly outlined pouch of the
kid's underwear cradling what looked like a nice bulge. Lane shifted his
eyes off the screen and seemed to catch where my dad was looking. His
cheeks flushed and he dropped his leg down, shifting around a bit
nervously. I plopped down on the other end of the couch and pretended to
watch the TV, hyper aware of the heat almost radiating off the kid on the
other end of the couch. By the time dad had changed out of his work clothes
into a pair of faded tight jeans and a polo shirt Lane had shifted his
position around again and as Dad took a seat in a wing backed chair across
the room I could see that Lane had now splayed his legs wide apart and it
looked like he was putting that packed crotch on display. He and dad sort
of shot the shit while I pretended to be interested in the news and I could
see Dad's gaze inexorably drawn to the bulge between the kid's legs. Lane
felt the heat of my dad's eyes as well and his face continued to flush a
deeper and deeper red and I swore his crotch swelled. Dad seemed to be
having a hard time concentrating on the conversation and I noticed that a
stirring seemed to be happening in his jeans. I could see the clear outline
of his hefty cock, thickening and lengthening along the tight pant
leg. Lane's eyes kept dropping down to my father's crotch and I noticed
beads of sweat breaking out across his forehead. I swallowed hard and
stared ahead at the TV. Dad was getting more and more excited as the kid's
sweatpants began to twitch and Lane would shift and squirm around in his
seat. The next time I snuck a quick glance I almost choked, Dad seemed to
have almost a full erection and his cock was making an obscene thick tube
down along his thigh. Lane had pulled both legs up to his chest at this
point and seemed to have tilted his hips forward, giving my Dad a glimpse
of the deep cleft of his ass just under the thick mound of cock and balls
contained in the cotton sweats. Lane lets his lips curve into a slow smile
and as he made casual conversation with my dad he let his hand dangle down
between his knees and brushed his finger- tips against the very spot where
his asshole would be. Dad almost groaned and I think Lane would have found
that teasing my Dad might be more than he bargained for if my mom hadn't
popped her head into the archway of the room and called us to dinner. All
three of us struggled to find some way to disguise our tented pants as we
made our way to the dinner table.

Over the next few days I made it my mission in life to make sure that Lane
and my dad were never alone. I followed them around like a puppy. It was
easy enough during the day as Dad was at work and Lane and I were both in
school. The minute I got home though, wherever Lane was I made sure I was
too. I even tried to limit his time in the bathroom. I'd knock, or tell him
to hurry as I had to get in. I was doing everything in my power to make
sure he didn't get the opportunity to jerk off. I wanted to see how far
this hot little tease would go...especially if he was denied any type of
release. Dad seemed to be feeding right into my plan. He was making sure to
wear as little clothes as he could and was frequently walking around the
house in his running shorts and a tank. His huge cock barely contained, in
what Lane and I could see, was a thin tight jock strap. Lane seemed to be
getting more and bolder as his frustration grew. He still almost
perpetually wore those baggy sweats around the house, but now they seemed
to be riding lower and lower on his narrow hips. The waistband of his white
briefs was always in view. One afternoon he came out of our room after
hearing my dad in the hall. He was just in those sweats, pulled way down
low, the thick grey band at the top of the pants almost bisecting those
perfect twin ass cheeks. They were barely covered by soft, tight white
fabric of his briefs. He had left off his shirt and his smooth muscled
chest and tight abs gleamed with a light sheen of sweat from the almost
constant push- ups and sit ups he did whenever he was alone in the
room. Dad almost choked at the sight of the kid standing there, that bubble
ass thrust out and his eyes dancing as my dad's cock visibly thickened in
his grey dress pants. Dad had been getting undressed after work and still
had them on with just a white wife beater. They just stared at each other
across the hall and I could see dad using herculean restraint to not run
across the carpet and pin the boy down and fuck him right there. I gave
them a moment and then came out of the bathroom and stepped between them
and asked Lane to come shoot hoops in the driveway. Dad groaned low in his
throat as Lane turned away and went into the room to grab a shirt. I smiled
as I heard him curse and slam the door of his and my mother's bedroom.

I took the opportunity to sneak through some of the stuff he had unpacked
from that big blue canvas suitcase when he was hanging out down stairs with
my mom and dad. I quietly opened the two drawers I had cleared for him and
shifted his school uniform shirts and pants around. I couldn't resist
picking up a pair of his white briefs and felt my cock twitch thinking of
his beautiful ass filling out the back of the pure white cotton.  Ohhh what
have we hear...I caught a flash of lurid peach skin. Bingo it was a porno
magazine and judging from the cover it didn't feature the ladies. I checked
over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming and flipped through the
pages. Yikes it was page after page of huge thick cocks shooting cum. The
magazine featured mostly older men who looked rough and there wasn't one
guy in any of the pages who had a dick smaller than 9 inches. Christ
another cock hungry faggot in my midst...I couldn't believe my luck.



Every night that week I would smile as I lay quiet listening to see if Lane
would try and touch himself in the twin bed across from me. If I heard the
slightest bit of rhythmic noise, I would cough or turn over or call out"
Hey lane...you awake?" and then make up some lame question.  Over the next
few days I could see my plan was working Lane was almost constantly
gritting his teeth in frustration and every time he and my dad were in the
same room together they couldn't keep their eyes off each other. My dad was
as frustrated as Lane as I had a much practiced eye when it came to my
father cock. He seemed to be in a state of semi –erectness almost all
the time and as frustrated as Lane was he still was pouring on the
teasing. Every time he could he'd wet his lips while staring at my dad's
crotch and he would make excuses to sit next to him. Once I walked into the
kitchen, my mom and I were in the living room and I had lost track of where
Lane and my dad were. I walked through the doorway and saw Lane making a
point of squeezing past my dad facing him at the counter and making sure to
press the length of his body against my dad, I watched as Lane brushed the
back of his hand across my dad's clearly swollen crotch. Lane was looking
down mesmerized at the long tube of my dad's cock as it visibly throbbed
through the thin track pants he was wearing. I made a coughing noise and
they jumped apart like scalded cats. Lane turned his enflamed cheeks away
and went to the sink to rinse a glass and my dad shuffled out of the
kitchen past me muttering under his breath.

 After another day of this I decided to "disappear" and see what
happened. I made a big show of saying I had plans that Sunday morning with
some friends as I knew my mom was always out for a weekly breakfast meeting
with her book club. This would leave Dad and Lane alone for the first time
in a week and I swear I saw sparks fly as they made eye contact when mom
and I cleared out of the house. I quickly drove around the corner, parked
my car and raced back. I let myself in through the basement door and crept
up the stairs. I heard low voices as I pushed the door open a crack. There
was Lane and my dad standing in the kitchen. Lane was facing my dad leaning
casually with his back against the counter top. He had dressed for the
occasion. He had on a pair that same pair of grey work out pants and they
were riding extra low today. I could see the full waistband of the briefs
and the whole top of his ass. He had on another old t shirt this time it
was white and clung to his body. As he pretended to chat with my dad he was
slowly lifting the shirt and running his hand up and down the smooth ridges
of his stomach. Dad was standing a couple of feet away and though he was
playing along with the causal chat routine he has that steely look in his
eye I recognized from the past times I had seen him sexually dominate a
younger guy.  I crouched there watching as they talked.

"It's been nice having you around Lane...you're a good kid...smart too."
My dad said staring intently at the t-shirt as it raised and lowered with
the rhythmic stroking of Lane's hand.

"Thanks Mr...." my dad interrupted "Call me Jim, Lane...we're all friends
now"

Lane flushed, "Thanks Jim you've all been so nice to me, it's been fun. "
He smiled in that slow teasing way I had seen all week.

My dad gritted his teeth. "Well now that we're alone...let's be
honest...You've had fun all week...is that right...fun, fucking cock
teasing me...isn't that right Lane?" he took a step closer to the kid.

Lane stood up a little straighter and the counter and dropped his hand away
from his stomach.

"I don't know what you're talking about Jim" Lane said wide eyed with
feigned innocence.

My Dad's hand flashed out like lightening and delivered a stinging slap to
the kid's cheek. "Sir...why don't we go with Sir...you fucking little cock
teasing bitch."  Dad moved in closer. Lane looked stunned from the slap but
I noticed the front of his grey pants jump and his cock seemed to swell to
full erection in seconds. "You `ve been playing games with me all
week...sticking that tight ass out...licking those cock sucker
lips...staring at my cock...getting me so fucking rock hard I've leaked
through almost all my clean underwear."

Lane slowly rubbed his red cheek "I didn't mean anything by it...I...i..."
he trailed off unsure of where to go. All his boyish confidence was gone in
the face of my Dad's sexual aggression.

"You ever suck a cock, Lane?" my dad asked.

Lane flushed even a deeper shade of red. "I've...I...fooled around with
some of my friends at school. "He stammered.

"Well Lane...it seems you have some lessons to learn...one important one is
don't tease a MAN...that coy bit may work with your little boyfriends but
now you need to be taught...when you start this kind of game with a
man...you gotta pay." My dad looked down along the kid's body and drank him
in with his steely blue eyes. Lane was staring to breath heavy and a light
sweat was breaking out on the column of his neck. His cock was clearly
straining at the limits of his tight underwear and he was trembling at my
dad's nearness.

"You excited, Lane?" Dad whispered..."Look at my crotch, boy" he ordered.

Lane dropped his gaze and almost gasped at the sight of the huge bulge
straining against the faded placket on the front of my dad's jeans. My
father was fully erect and the defined outline of his cock with its thick
shaft and bloated head was clearly visible. The head was pulsing up past
the zipper of the jeans and almost straining out the top of the
waistband. Lane groaned.

"You like big cocks, boy...wanna see more?" he whispered and flicked his
tongue out along the cup of Lane's ear.

Lane simply nodded.

"Undo my pants."  Dad said and took half a step back to allow the kid
access. Lane's hands shook almost violently as they fumbled with the button
on the tight waistband of the jeans.  As Lane finally sprang the button the
extra room created by the slight V opening was immediately filled by the
underwear covered cock head. He frantically lowered his shaking fingers to
the next button.

"Stop...No more for right now...put your hand on my big hard dick through
my pants...feel it's length...how thick it is... How fucking hard you've
got me." Dad said breathily.

Lane reached out tentatively and grasped the thick tube snaking up along my
Father's hip. His breath came in gasps as he ran his hand along the full
length and gently squeezed the cloth covered head that was protruding now
from the opening. Dad moaned.  He smiled "like that big cock boy...that's
no teenage dick...that's a big heavy man's cock...and it's all for
you...I'm going to let you play with it all day...all ten fucking
inches...you want that?" he asked.

Lane moaned and continued his ministrations on the throbbing piece of flesh
that was frustratingly covered with the heavy jeans and underwear. Lane was
almost panting now and his own cock was jumping and moving in the confines
of his baggy sweats. It seemed to have also topped out over the low
waistband of his briefs.  Dad watched the boy stroking and playing with his
dick. As the boy became more intent a wet stain began to darken the white
cloth that barely contained my dad's bloated cock head.

"You got me leaking like a sieve again boy...I'm so fucking excited, I
can't remember when my cock's been this hard...it hurts.

Lane flicked his eyes away from the huge cock that was now twitching in his
palm. "Can I see it...please sir?" he asked in a thin voice.

"Undo my pants." Dad said in a flat voice.

Lane rushed to comply he fumbled and undid the button fly. As each button
popped the heavy weight of my dad's cock would push the pants apart and
soon the huge arch of ten inches of rock hard cock was rising like a white
tent pole from his underwear.

 Dad leaned in and whispered again in Lane's ear. "Pull them down." Lane
moaned and adjusted his position so he could see as he hooked his shaking
hands into the waistband and struggled to shuck the jeans and underwear
down on my dad's hips. The size and firmness of my dad's cock made this a
somewhat difficult task.  Lane had bared my father's taught ass cheeks but
the underwear was hung up on the huge cock head. Lane finally reached into
the waistband and with a sharp hiss of breath when the skin of his palm met
the heat of my Fathers engorged shaft he pulled the entire length free with
a jerk. A bead of precum flew off the deep red head and landed on Lane's
smooth forearm. He looked at the clear glistening drop... mesmerized.

"Taste it...go on...lick it" Dad said and guided the boy's arm to his
mouth. As Lane's soft pink tongue met with that bead of fluid I could
almost see his pupils dilate. He groaned low and long.

My dad smiled "you like that...never tasted a man's precum before? Keep
playing with my cock and you'll get more."

Lane looked down and ran his closed hand roughly over the slick head and
down the entire shaft. He reached deep into the underwear and scooped out
both my dad's balls. "Ohhh...careful boy...they're tender from al the
teasing...another thing you need to make up for."

Lane began to lightly run both hands greedily over the towering
erection. He cupped and gently squeezed the leaking head and soon both his
hands were sticky with clear fluid.

Dad put a hand out and directed the boy's face down. "Look at it...watches
my cock drip as you play with it...that's it... milk the
head...ummmm...taste it...eat my precum you fucking whore." Dad groaned and
tossed his head back. Lane complied licking the precum from his hands which
now seemed coated. He sucked every last drop off his fingers greedily.

As he lightly, playfully, bounced the bloated balls in one palm while
fluttering the other hand all over the head, which by now had swelled to
almost twice it's normal size he whispered..."Can I suck it...let me blow
you sir...I fucking need to feel that huge cock in my mouth...down my
throat...I...I...want you to cum in my mouth...let me swallow your sperm??
Please??" he moaned.

Dad didn't answer he simply leaned forward and opened his mouth wide and
covered the boy's sticky lips with his. He gripped the back of Lane's head
in one big hand and ground his mouth down hard. He pulled away and as he
forcefully pulled the boy's t-shirt over his head baring that smooth
heaving chest he said. "No cock for you yet...it's all about that gorgeous
fucking ass you've been flaunting all week. He leaned down and thrust his
tongue down Lane's throat choking the kid with its length.

Dad broke from the deep kiss, leaving Lane's lips swollen and red. The
boy's eyes were half closed and glazed over. Dad roughly grabbed the kid
and spun him around. His back to my dad. Dad's eyes dropped low and he
drank in the sight of Lane's ass, the pants riding low and the bright white
band of underwear clinging to the muscles of his lower back. The deep
groove created by his latisimus muscles and the two shadowed indentations
just above the twin globe hinted at the dramatic flair of his ass cheeks
and it looked incredible. Dad leaned forward and whispered into the boy's
flushed pink ear.

"Fucking cock tease...there's no one here to interrupt us now and before
you get to taste my cum I'm going to fucking eat that ass pussy out until
you shoot...and not just once, Lane my boy...I'm going to get you off with
just my tongue, over and over before we really even get started. This will
teach you to tease" Dad's low growl caused Lane to visibly shiver.

"I've been fucking dying to get my tongue in you...taste that sweet
hole...you've been such a prick tease...just giving me flashes...never
letting me see it...I'm going to take my time , touch it...stare at it and
get my tongue deep up into every inch of you...I'm not going to even touch
your cock...your asshole is going to dance on the tip of my tongue and
you're going to cum like you never have before."

 Dad was gliding the flat of his palm up and down the deep muscles of the
kid's back as he kept up his filthy litany of whispers.

"Get upon the counter" he ordered.  Lane veritably leapt up on the counter
and knelt there with his back to my dad. His sculpted back and the tight
trim waist caused his ass to protrude almost obscenely as he bent a bit at
the waist and thrust that perfect ass out still fully covered, in the now
pulled taut grey fabric. Dad rocked back on his heels and let his hand
lightly glide down the boy's sweaty back. His cock jumped and throbbed
hanging out of his pants arching up to his chest as he reached both hands
up and firmly cupped the two perfectly rounded mounds, inches from his
face. Lane jumped at the contact and his breathing quickened. I could see
Lane look down between his knees at his own rampant cock trapped in the
tight white underwear. Dad began to gently squeeze and knead the firm
flesh. Lane began to moan almost continually as my dad began to thoroughly
explore every inch of the kid's ass. He paid special attention to the deep
cleft and ran two thick fingers roughly into the kid's cloth covered
asshole.

Dad began to talk as he worked the kid's ass over

"You fucking whore...look at this hot ass...oh God... what I'm going to do
to this...after you shoot a couple of loads from my tongue fuck, I may then
let you feel just my cock head inside that tight asshole. Let that tight
ring clamp down on it...feel its size...maybe I'll even pump a hot load of
cum up there...huh...would you like that?"  Dad seemed to be unable to
contain himself any longer and with a groan he hooked his fingers into the
waist band of Lane's pants and slowly lowered them. I though dad was going
to shoot right then as his hands shook as the pants slid lower and lower
over the shining white perfect skin, Lane leaned up, his thigh muscles
shaking and craned his neck to look over his shoulder at my dad's mouth
hanging open in pure unadulterated lust at the sight of his ass. The pants
were tucked down under the round cheeks and his cock was bound up tight in
the twist of grey pants at his crotch. I could see it jump and pulse at
being that much closer to being naked before the older man. I stared in
amazement; the two cheeks were so round and tight that they pressed
together creating that perfect Y of cleavage at the top swell of his
ass. Sweat from his back had trickled down causing the deep crack to
glisten.  There were shadowed dents of just the hint of muscle under the
soft flesh and he had two deep dimples in his lower back right over each
cheek.

As Dad gasped like a fish out of water, staring wide eyed at the now almost
naked kid kneeling in front of him, his cock twitched once...twice...and a
thin stream of precum oozed out and splattered to the kitchen floor.

Ohh... God kid you're too much" he groaned and leaned forward. He roughly
gripped the tender flesh of the two globes and pulled them apart. Lane's
hole was perfect, hairless and pink. Dad gasped and moved his head
forward. Lane screamed as just the tip of my dad's tongue made flitting
contact with that pink hole and his entire body began to tremble.

Lane looked back over his shoulder and gasped "Christ ...shove you're
tongue in...lick my hole...I'm almost ready to cum...ahhh"

Dad pulled back and just stared and lightly stroked the kid's overheated
flesh, letting him calm down.

"You back in control...ready for a little more Faggot?" Dad asked as he
turned a soft stroke into a stinging slap, causing Lane's ass to shake. Dad
leaned forward again and parted the cheeks. He had to exert pressure to
separate them, exposing that hole again. He smiled as he leaned in and
began to just brush the tip of his tongue against all the sensitive nerve
endings. Lane was vibrating like he was having a seizure and his entire
body was covered in sweat. Dad pushed just the tip in to the tight ring,
this slightest penetration caused Lane to groan so loud Dad pulled
back. Lane turned, "C'mon." he huffed, "Sir...shove your tongue up into
me...ohhh GOD!"  Dad smiled at this torture and brushed the full flat
length of his tongue across the kid's asshole. He then formed his tongue
into a spear and began to force the tip and the first few inches into the
tight wet hole.  He had just gotten in almost to the root and was groaning
himself uncontrollably now at the silky feel and taste of this perfect
ass. He braced his hands on the clenched muscles and thrust in further,
harder. Lane jumped and shook even more, his thighs quaking, spread to the
limit of what the bunch of fabric around his knees would allow. Just then
all three of our heads whipped around...a car had just pulled into the
driveway. SHIT

I couldn't' believe my mom had picked this day to come home early. As Lane
jumped off the counter frantically trying to pull up his pants and throw on
his t-shirt to hide his raging erection, his whole body still shaking, I
heard her car door slam. Dad made a hasty retreat out the door and upstairs
as Lane turned his back to the kitchen door and fumbled with something in
the sink, I saw a streak of sweat stain his shirt right in a straight line
down the middle of his back

.

"Hello Lane...just hanging around the house today?" She trilled setting
down a bag of groceries. "If you go upstairs and wash your hands, I'll whip
you up some lunch."  She began to bustle about the kitchen.

Lane muttered and incoherent thanks and made his way to the hall. He walked
tenderly and I knew his balls must be aching deeply after coming so close
after so much teasing. As her back was turned I tiptoed out of the basement
and crept to the top of the stairs to listen to the harsh whispering coming
from the hall outside my parent's bedroom.



"Listen kid...there's nothing I can do about it now..." I heard Lane's
voice but couldn't make out what he said.

"No... not here...not now...I'm suffering too you fucking selfish little
pig." I heard dad step away and the rip of paper and the scratch of a pen.

"I am leaving on business this afternoon...so I can't help you...if you go
to this address tomorrow morning around nine..." I heard a mean chuckle
come from my dad "you might find someone to help you out."

I heard Lane make protestations about having school.

"Whatever...it's your fucking balls that will probably drop off-you can't
get that worked up...build up a cock hunger like you've got and not satisfy
it...trust me... just drop by...you won't be disappointed. " I heard the
door to the bedroom close.

Later that night after I returned from my fake outing I frantically
searched Lane's draws to find the address my dad left him. Finally,
crumpled up in a ball stuffed in the pocket of his grey school pants I
found it. It was a street down by the docks, where as far as I knew there
were just warehouses and factories? Hmmmm...



 I skipped school the next day after an almost sleepless night. It took me
calling his name several times and finally resorting to turning on the
bedside lamp to get Lane to stop trying to jerk off. When he squinted at me
in the light, his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration I
inwardly smiled. The sound of what I thought was him softly crying as I
struggle to outlast him. made my stomach jump. I decided to go early to
scope out the address, right after Lane left the house supposedly for
school. From the painful looking erection barely concealed by his untucked
white oxford, I figured he couldn't resist following up on my dad's
suggestion. I memorized the address from the paper my dad gave Lane. I
parked my car on a side street and made my way down some industrial roads
to a small gas station...what? I went around back and saw the green metal
men's room sign. In this side lot were several big trucker rigs. I crept
around the building and sure enough found a small window high up on the
cinderblock wall. I put a couple of old crates under it and climbed up. I
had a direct clear view into the filthy men's room. It had one stall and a
bank of two sinks set in a stained counter top. A partition wall separated
the toile from the urinal next to the sink. Shit...there it was... right
next to the urinal in the cheap painted plywood wall ... a crudely drilled
glory hole. Fuck this is where my dad sent Lane?  I checked my watch and
saw that it was almost ten and I decided to wait it out and see if Lane
showed. While I peered through the window a couple of truckers came in to
piss and one big guy in a greasy baseball cap, with tight jeans and huge
arms, before he zipped up and put away a big floppy cock, bent down to peer
through the glory hole. I detected disappointment as he reluctantly left
the men's room.

After about five more minutes the door to the bathroom swung open. BINGO it
was Lane looking extremely uncomfortable as he checked out the men's
room. I heard him curse under his breath when he saw that the place was
empty. He looked around and then caught sight of the hole in the
partition. He bent down and peered through into the toilet stall. I saw him
get a look of pure lust on his face when he realized what this meant and he
looked down at his packed looking crotch. Christ had his cock ever gone
soft since yesterday? He went into the stall and chucked hi backpack onto
the dirty tile floor and closed and locked the stall door. My heart began
to race as he sat down on the toilet and let his school blazer hand
open. He began to toy with the huge bulge in the grey dress pants...teasing
himself. He stood up and I could see his cock protrude sharply from his
groin, causing the pants to tent out. He stripped off the coat and hung it
from a crude hook on the back of the door. Just as he say back down the
door swung open and a man entered the bathroom. He was older...maybe forty
or so with a bandana tied over his head like a doo rag. He had a scruffy
chin and was maybe six feet tall. He wore a tight t-shirt and looked pretty
muscular. He went over to the urinal and the sound of his zipper coming
down seemed to reverberate off the tiles. I could see a thick flaccid cock
and a forceful stream of piss hit the back of the urinal. Lane moved slowly
and leaned over to peer through the hole. His eyes were right on level with
the guys pissing cock. He bit his lip at the sight of a dick so near. The
big man finished pissing and just as he was shaking the last drops of urine
off the tip of his dick, he caught sight of Lane's eyes at the hole. He
didn't react...he just stood there. He continued to tap shake his cock and
used one hand to lower the zipper a bit more. He was watching the eyes
devouring his cock and as he stood there it began to thicken. He continued
to gently tap it and then pull on it a bit as more and more blood flowed
into it causing to lengthen and start to jerk perpendicular to the
floor. Lane let out a low moan as the man's cock began to become fully
erect. It was huge, maybe nine or ten inches long and the shaft was flushed
dark with blood and quickly rock hard. The cock arched back in a slight
curve towards the man's body and the head was round and almost purple. He
leaned back a bit and just let Lane stare at his erection. He suddenly took
a step back from the urinal and bent over to peer through the hole. Lane
jumped back and tried to turn away.

The guy swore" Fuck...you're just a kid...what the fuck are you doing in
there...shit...now I'm all fucking horny." He stood up and continued
stroking his cock. It seemed to swell even more. He looked thoughtful and
then whispered "Well...what the fuck...you're at a Goddamn glory hole you
must want to suck...right kid?" he said and turned his body to the wall. I
watched as Lane swallowed hard as the man guided his erection through the
wall into his stall. The man pressed himself as tight to the rickety
partition as he could, making sure all of his cock was available for the
kid to play with.  With a lustful groan Lane slid off the toilet to his
knees on the filthy floor. He looked hypnotized by the now ten inch cock
shoved through the wall and throbbing in front of him. There was no one to
interrupt and no one to stop him. He reached out one shaking hand and
wrapped it around the thick base of the dick. His fingers barely met. He
gripped it tight trying to ensure it didn't pull back through the wall.  He
extended his tongue and began to slowly, hungrily lick up and down the
shaft of the cock. The man jerked harder against the wall, causing it to
move.

"Ohh .that's it little boy...fucking lick my cock...you dirty little
fucking pig...ahhhh" he let out this last moan as Lane let his tongue
firmly hit against the spot where the underside of the swollen head met the
shaft. A bead of liquid clung to the deep slit in the head. Lane leaned up
on his knees and pursed his lips and gently sucked the precum form the
head. The man moaned louder. "Fucking whore...oh...c'mon suck the head you
little tease...ummm."

Lane began to quicken the pace of his mouthing, his eyes half closed with
lust. He still hadn't put the cock into his mouth, he was just licking and
lashing his tongue across the juncture of glans and shaft.  The man was
groaning continually now and Lane seemed to be unable to contain himself
any longer. He gripped the cock hard by the base and paused to stare at the
bloated head as it throbbed and dripped in front of him. He moaned and
opened his mouth and engulfed the huge cock head in his wet sucking
mouth. His cheeks distended at the size of the hugely swollen flesh. The
guy let out a gasp as Lane didn't even pause but just continued to slide
his lips lower and lower down the stalk.  He made a slight gag but soon
Lane's full bottom lip was buried in the man's bristly pubic hair and his
throat was full of cock. The agonizingly swollen head was lodged deep in
his throat behind his tonsils and as he moaned and panted on the deeply
imbedded penis , with trembling hands he reached down and unbuttoned his
uniform pants. The older guy seemed insensate with pleasure and was huffing
and groaning. He gripped the top of the plywood wall tightly with both
hands and slowly, with great effort pulled his hips back extracting the
full length of his engorged erection from the tight confines of the
teenager's throat. He let the head pop entirely free of the hot mouth and
then thrust forward in one fluid motion, bottoming his cock out again deep
in Lane's gullet. Lane's neck visibly bulged with the girth of the hard
cock, but he forced his lips forward another millimeter and got the head in
even deeper.

"Ohhh...you mother fucker...you have the tightest throat I've ever
felt...ohhhh...ahhhh" The guys eyes widened in overload and he convulsively
gripped the partition tighter as he slowly pulled his hips back again,
dragging the deep flange of the head and the ridges of his shaft out of the
slick tunnel of Lane's throat again. The cock popped free and spring up
straight against the guy's shirt. It was slick with saliva and dripping, it
seemed to have lengthened even more and looked so engorged it might
burst. He had to take one hand off the wall to point the cock down to aim
it through the hole again for a deep thrust into the waiting mouth. Lane
had braced both his hands now on either side of the hole and just let the
man fuck into his throat deeply, over and over again. His neck would
stretch and bulge with each entry and this seemed to go on for tortured
minutes. The fuck was slow and so deep, it was incredible.  It sounded like
the trucker might be close to having a heart attack, he was huffing and
puffing so hard. Lane was shaking in lust and was panting around the thick
shaft that now barely left his throat. The guy was clearly getting close as
his stroked were now shorter and if possible even deeper. When the head
would reach the limit of Lane's mouth and was just about come free. Lane
would flick his tongue out and brutally lick all around the overly
sensitive flesh.  The guy began to try and talk as he slowly worked his
cock in deep again into the wet sucking throat.

"Ohhh...you fucking pig...I can't hold out any longer...pull off...I'm
gonna fucking ...uhhh shoot.." He tried to pull his cock back frantically,
but Lane would have none of it. He pulled a hand off the wall and gripped
the slick shaft, trapping it in his stall. The guy looked down
incredulously..."You swallow...ohhh...fucking cum piiiiiggg." And slowly
drove his now shooting cock head back deep, deep into the recesses of
Lane's wide open throat. Lane was panting and gurgling, his lips buried in
the guy's pubic hair as the man's tortured cock shot jet after, thick jet
of cum directly down his throat. Lane slowly pulled off the erection and
began to lick all around the cummy head when the door swung open and
another man entered.  He looked Hispanic and maybe in his med-thirties. He
was wearing a work coverall and sunglasses. He was big too, maybe 6'1" or
so.

"Shit, Brotha...what `s going on. " he said as he walked over to the
trucker, who as still hanging on with one hand to the wall while his legs
shook as Lane cleaned his slowly softening cock.

"I just got the best fucking blow job of my life...from a kid...shit" he
mopped sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. The Spanish guy
crouched down and peered through the hole. Lane was oblivious he had let
the now long flaccid spent cock swing free and he was licking traces of cum
off the back of his hand and scooping any missed droplets from his chin.

"Fuck step aside...let a brother have a turn. " the Spanish guy said and
started to undo his coverall. His cock seemed to already have started to
harden and a curved bulge ran along his right hip. The trucker stepped back
and the other guy bent down and whispered through the hole. "Want another
dick to play with little man? I got a big one for you...you still hungry."
He stood up and continued to undo the coverall. He exposed a tight white
t-shirt and thick slabs of muscle on his chest.

"He eat cum too?" he questioned the trucker who was now zipping up and
preparing to leave.

"Like a fucking greedy pig" he said chuckling as the door swung closed
behind him.