Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 12:01:38 -0500
From: Richard Skinner <dick.skinner0@gmail.com>
Subject: A Cockman's Beginnings

Copyright 2009

A Cockman's Beginnings

As some of you may know, a great deal of my activities transpires in
public restrooms.  There is just something about the atmosphere,
shared danger and the possibility of being caught, or joined, that
amplify the experience.

I started frequenting public Men's rooms some 25+ years ago.  I
suppose I started frequenting them because they were where one could
view cocks without seeming to be abnormal.  My interest in cocks began
when I was a teenager.  I didn't get to see many except in those
special magazines.  I began working when I was eight years old.  My
first job was a paper route.  Six years later, when I was old enough
to get a work permit, I worked as a carry out at a local grocery store
in addition to my paper route.

Anyone remember when ladies actually had purchases carried to their
car as a normal function of business?  Those were the days.  I had a
number of regular ladies wait in the checkout lane I was staffing and
ask me to take their groceries to the car.  That is a whole different
set of experiences that I'll not relate in this missive.

I then began cleaning a restaurant on Saturdays after I finished my
shift at the grocery store.  All the while I kept that wonderful paper
route.  The memories of that route alone are full of wonderful
stories.  Not now though.  All of this work produced income allowing
me to buy a magazine now and then.  I would go to the drug store in
the small shopping center where the grocery store and restaurant were
located.  There I was allowed to buy the magazines that fueled
fantasy.  I could even buy cigarettes there.  Life was good then.
Kids could buy anything but alcohol, if they had enough money.

My interest in cocks intensified after I joined the U.S. Navy.  I had
been around a number of naked guys when I was in school showering
after gym class.  They didn't expose very much.  This was entirely
different.  What a wide variety of exposed cocks, first in the
induction center for physicals, then in the showers or walking around
in the barracks after showers or while changing clothes.  A
cocksucker's heaven, but I didn't know that yet.  I would just catch a
glimpse now and then.  I didn't want to appear queer.  As legend goes,
if anyone was found to be queer he would get the shit kicked out of
him and then dishonorably discharged.  Who wants that on his permanent
record to follow him through life?

I began to bloom after finishing boot camp and my A school in San
Diego, California.  I received my first, and only, sea duty
assignment.  It was to a World War II submarine home ported in Pearl
Harbor, Hawaii.  What an experience that trip was.  Five thousand
miles away from home.  As a boy the furthest I had traveled was about
300 miles.  Here I was, a man on his own with no family to watch over
his shoulder.

When we were in port, the crew stayed in a barracks.  There were about
65 guys staying in one open section of the building.  Each boat crew
had their own section.  The showers were in one large open area with
about 20 shower heads on the walls around the room.  Cocks swinging
and being rubbed everywhere.  Furtive glances.  White cocks, black
cocks and brown cocks everywhere.  Thick cocks, skinny cocks, long
cocks and short cocks.  Cut cocks and uncut cocks.  Was I ever
frustrated.  There were two guys that really fascinated me, one a tall
slim white guy from a southwestern state.  He had black hair on his
head and a great deal on his body.  What a cock.  He was a shower.
When he was showering and flaccid it was probably 9 inches long and
about 2 inches in diameter.  As he washed his cock he would soap it up
and then stroke it a little bit to work the soap under his foreskin.
Then he would stroke it more when he rinsed off.  I myself am uncut so
this was nothing new to me.  But to see someone else doing it was
fascinating.  Everyone joked about how he could get any woman he
picked out.  I never did get to see him at full mast.  He would chub
up a little while showering but that was it.  The other guy was tall
and skinny also.  He was from a northwestern state.  He was pretty
homely but what a cock.  His cock was even larger and circumcised.  He
would strut around the barracks after reading his crotch novels in bed
on Saturdays or Sundays.  What a cock.  I just had to get my hands on
it.  One Sunday as he was strutting around, I humped down off my bunk
and sneaked up behind him.  As he continued walking, I reached between
his legs and grabbed hold of the monster.  This was the first time I
touched cock other than my own.  I bent it down and back between his
legs.  He protested very loudly and begged for me to let go.  As I
released his cock I told him to stop parading around like that.  He
agreed he would.  After that he would still strut around but at least
had a towel wrapped around his waist.  At least I got to hold it once.
 We would go out drinking together but he never got drunk enough for
me to get any farther.

The E2s and E3s were required to serve Fire Watch duty during the
week-ends, evenings and night time after lights out.  This was because
everyone else was asleep or too pre-occupied to be careful and the
building had no automated fire alarms.  I used to enjoy having night
watches.  The heads (restrooms) had urinals and toilet stools along
with the showers and sinks.  The stools had partitions around them but
no doors on the partitions and there were no dividers between the
urinals.  The stools faced each other in three rows of ten.  This cut
down on the jerking off while sitting reading a crotch novel.  Not
much privacy in those days.  At the back of the heads there was a
stairway going up to the next level and down to the level below.  Many
nights while I was on watch, I would see guys go to the head carrying
their shaving kits.  Why would anyone shave at midnight or one o'clock
in the morning?  I decided to sneak to the rear of the head and ascend
the stairs part way.  This afforded me a view over the entire area.  I
could see the entrance to the shower, the sinks, the urinals and the
stool area as well as the two entrances.  I found that guys would go
to a stool and take a crotch novel from their shaving kit and read.
If I was really quiet I could get up onto the stairs without making
any noise and sometimes watch a guy stroking his cock while reading.
They were really engrossed in the literature and not paying much
attention to what was going on around them.  I didn't always have the
opportunity to watch them until completion but frequently did.  My
dick would get so hard it hurt.  I didn't dare touch it or I would
have to spend the remainder of my watch, 4 hours long, with a wet load
in my shorts.

One night, around 0145 hours (1:45 AM for you civilians), while making
my rounds I observed two guys in work denim enter the stool area from
opposite directions and one about forty-five seconds after the first.
I did not recognize either of them.  They had to have been from
another boat or from another part of the base.  I went to the floor
above by way of the front stairs and then slowly and cautiously
descended the stairs at the rear of the head area.  After I had gone
about three steps down, I stopped and sat on the stairs.  In the dim
light I could, from the rear, see two heads in adjoining cubicles near
the middle of the row.  Apparently they were both jacking because both
heads were moving like the heads of bubblehead dolls.  They would each
jerk for a little while and then stop.  Edging I assumed.

Finally the guy to the right stood and leaned forward and looked to
the right of the partition.  I presume he was looking to see if anyone
else was there.  He then looked to the left, leaned farther forward
and then into the cubicle next to him.  The guy in that cubicle leaned
back and began jacking in earnest.  The guy to the right was stroking
pretty hard too while watching his buddy, judging by the movement of
his right shoulder.  The guy on the left then stood and they watched
each other as they stoked at varying speeds.  They definitely intended
to make this last.  Suddenly the guy to the right stepped forward and
turned to his buddy and reached with his right hand and grasped his
buddy's cock while his buddy did the same to him.  I about dropped a
load.  I had not seen anything like this before.  They continued to
stroke each other for a few minutes when they both suddenly stopped
and sat back down on their stools and hunched forward with their
elbows on their knees and looked down at the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, to my left, I noticed movement and then
saw one of my shipmates enter the aisle between the rows of toilet
stools.  He had just recently come aboard the boat and I wasn't too
familiar with him.  He was wearing only his Navy issued white boxers
and flip-flops.  How did I miss that noise?  From my vantage point it
looked like he was wearing a nice size erection dressed down the right
leg.  He walked down the aisle and stopped just one cubicle short of
where the other two were seated but, on the other side of the aisle.
He pulled his boxers down and sat down so quickly I did not have a
chance to get a glimpse of his cock.

There the three of them sat, hunched over with their elbows on their
knees and looking down at the floor.  After a couple of minutes I saw
my shipmate cautiously reach between his thighs.  It appeared that he
began fondling his dick.  I could just make out a very slight movement
of his right hand while keeping both elbows on his knees.  Apparently
they had all been watching each other from the corner or their eyes
because then the original two leaned back, stretched their legs in
front of them and began slowly, openly stroking.  The newcomer then
leaned back and brought his cock into view.  Damn, I never dreamed he
was such a grower.  His dick was probably seven inches long.  It
seemed to fill his fist as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and
began sliding it up and down.  There they all three sat watching each
other.  As if on cue, the two buddies stood and resumed stroking each
other's cocks.  My shipmate just sat and stroked while he watched.  He
didn't seem to be in any hurry.  He seemed to be providing some eye
candy for the other two.  This went on for about two or three minutes
when the one from the left cubicle went to his knees and started
sucking his buddy.  It was pretty obvious these two were very familiar
with each other.  They probably were from some other part of the base
and met here so they could get it on not be recognized.  No matter.  I
was enjoying the show.  The guy getting sucked started seesawing in
his buddy's mouth and a few seconds latter blew his load.  His buddy
stood, turned slightly to his left and began flailing his cock while
watching my shipmate.  He was still leisurely stroking and watching.
The guy who had been sucking spewed his load on the floor after just
fifteen or twenty strokes.  The two buddies got their clothes back in
order and turned in opposite directions to leave.  As the one to the
left was in front of my shipmate he paused and reached down to give
his dick a couple of yanks, as a show of gratitude I suppose.

Damn, I was worn out from just watching.  I stood to go back up the
stairs and out of sight.  I didn't want my shipmate to see me.  My
cock was stiff as a board and dressed down the left leg of my denim
pants.  Yep, a wet spot on the denim where the end of my cock was.  On
the upper floor I went around to the other set of stairs and back down
to my own floor.  I went directly to the head.  I just had to blow my
load.  My balls ached and my cock would not go down.  Couple this with
the wet spot on my leg and it was difficult to walk in a natural gate.
I shuffled down to the far urinal and carefully hauled my cock out.
It felt good once it was out and in my hand.  I began to stroke in
bliss.  This wasn't going to last long.  Shit, somebody walking into
the urinals.  I turned slightly to the right so my back was blocking
the view of my cock.  The newcomer stopped two urinals away.  I peeked
to my left and saw my shipmate who had been in the cubicles.  He saw
me peeking and nodded is head.  I returned the nod and turned back to
my left so I was facing the urinal and painfully holding my dick at a
downward angle.

My shipmate said "They sure were hot, weren't they".  I guess he must
have seen me on the stairs even though he made no indication of it at
the time.

I simply replied, "Yep".

He began stroking his dick using an exaggerated arm movement.  I
assume he wanted me to see it.

I looked over at his dick and said, "Nice".

He replied, "Yours isn't bad either".

We stood there slowly stroking, not making any noise.  I soon heard
the familiar, rhythmic "fwap fwap fwap" noise I had heard so often
when jacking my uncut cock.  It happens when the pre-cum collects
under the foreskin while jacking off.  I now openly watched my
shipmate's actions as he watched mine.  Soon I heard him grunt and he
stopped jacking, pulling his foreskin all the way back.  Shot after
shot of cum flew into the urinal.  That set me off.  But I continued
to stroke as I finally blew my load.

As we both stood milking the last remnants of cum from our cocks I
quietly said, "I sure needed that."

He said, "Me too. I was afraid you wouldn't come back down for awhile.
 Are you into this too?"

I replied, "I guess I am now".

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If there is enough interest I'll continue.  If not, THE END

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