Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 13:30:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Rick Tamon <parkhillguy2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bearded Young Guy (M/M Anal)

*** Usual disclaimers apply, don't read if illegal in
your part of the globe, and don't read if you're
underage ***

Bearded Young Guy

"I enjoyed your story," the handsome, bearded young
man said to me as we were leaving speech class last
Monday night.  We had all just finished up relating a
"Family Story," as part of our assigned goals in the
class.  Some people had done better than others.  I
had related a simple, yet touching family story shared
with me by my grandmother.

I felt somewhat embarrassed and shy at his remark, but
murmured a word of thanks before he left the room.  I
eyed his beautiful body as he walked through the door,
and man, what a cute ass!

"Odd," I thought to myself, that a guy like him would
show any interest in me.  And then I mentally kicked
myself for not having the courtesy of making a comment
on his story too--trouble was, I couldn't remember his
story!   I didn't have any idea of his name, even
though I know I must have heard it several times in
class.   I don't think his was one of the more
memorable stories given that night.

I am pushing 43, and never have been anything special
to look at.  I've recently been exercising more, and
I've always stayed out of the sun.  I honestly look
younger than my age.   Still, to a young man like him
of about 25, I reasoned I must have looked like I was
well within the grip of hoary old age.

I am married, but about fifteen years ago, admitted to
myself I had strong bisexual tendencies and have had
several experiences.  Some where more pleasurable than
others.  I usually don't actively go on the hunt for
encounters, they just seem to happen.

Tuesday I was at the library, trying to study for an
upcoming test on Monday night.  Amazingly, even though
I was on the third floor of the library, the so-called
"Quiet Floor," some stupid wench had brought a small
child with her who was persistently crying.  Not a
good studying environment.  I tolerated the crying
baby as long as I could, then decided I'd better try a
different floor as my annoyance at the crying was too
distracting.

Walking towards the stairs, pressure from my bladder
indicated to me I needed to take a piss.  I walked
into the bathroom through the double doors, and the
handsome young bearded man from my speech class was
standing at a urinal.   My heart gave a funny lurch as
he glanced over at me and nodded slightly.  I nodded
back and then headed for one of the two stalls as I
definitely have a "shy kidney" and never could stand
up and urinate with anyone close by.

I sat on the toilet, and began peeing as I heard the
urinal flush.  I heard the water come on at the sink,
then the loud ratcheting sound of the paper towel
dispenser.  I had finished peeing by this time but sat
still, waiting for the young man to leave as I didn't
want him to know that I had sat down merely for a piss
(such an unmanly thing to do you know).

However, the young man didn't leave.  I heard him take
several slow steps, then he walked by the door to my
stall, and his right foot actually swept under my door
as he walked by.

I was astonished.  My heart really began pounding in
my chest as he entered the next stall, but didn't
latch the door.  As I watched, his feet took a
position next to the dividing wall, and quietly, he
tapped one foot.

I shuffled my feet, then made a responding tap.

"Hey," he whispered, "Come over here."

I sat for a moment, still trying to overcome my
disbelief.  Was this kid for real?  The danger of the
situation was rapidly receding in my mind as my lust
rapidly rose.

I stood up, pulled my underwear up along with my
pants, and then clenched them shut.  I listened for
any indications of the outer doors being opened, then
opened the door to my stall and quickly darted into
his stall and stood there nervously while he locked
the door.

"This is crazy," I whispered.

"I know," he smiled back.

I turned to face him, and instantly he pressed his
lips to mine.  His beard felt scratchy, his breath was
hot and smelled of peppermint.  As I responded to his
kiss, his hands began roaming all over my body, then
his right hand dove into my trousers and began
fondling my rapidly hardening cock.

"Nice cock," he whispered and then kissed me again.

I let my hands run over his broad back, then across
his pecs down to his taut stomach.  His pants were
unbuckled and partially unzipped, and my right hand
plunged almost unimpeded into his underwear, into the
dark warmth of his nether regions.  He was possessed
of a large, solid penis, uncut from what I could tell,
and his scrotum was loose and filled with two
testicles the size of large eggs.

I myself have a  much more modest sexual toolbox, but
he didn't seem to mind as he continued to fondle my
cock and cup my balls.

Abruptly, he drew back from kissing me, and bending
down, pulled my trousers and underwear down with one
swoop.  His mouth surrounded my cock all too briefly,
and then he stood up.  Quickly, he pulled his pants
down too, and his large member was there in front of
me, gently bobbing up and down with the pulse of his
hear.

I wanted to suck it desperately, and I bent down to
take it in my mouth, but he stopped me.

"I have to get class soon, and there's only one thing
that gets me off fast," he whispered urgently.

"What?" I looked at him questioningly, figuring that
I'd have to give him a fast and furious handjob.

By way of answering, he turned me around until I was
facing the toilet, then pushed my shoulders down.

"Cripes," I thought to myself.  "He wants to fuck me?"
 It had been at least a year since I'd been fucked,
and I hadn't enjoyed it very much.  Most of the people
I've met have been bottoms, which suits me just fine.

Yes, he wanted to fuck me.  I suddenly felt the broad
head of his prick sliding up and down my crack and I
felt it pressing against my tight hole.  As far as I
could tell, there wasn't any lube, not even spit and
no condom.  I wasn't prepared for the risks of
bareback sex and I pulled forward involuntarily while
trying to convey to him that the situation wasn't
going to work for me.

"Shut up and hold still," he whispered fiercely,
jabbing his cock forward as he did so, and it abruptly
breached the muscles guarding my asshole.

"Shit!" I nearly screeched, as a white-hot flash of
cramping pain seared through my ass.  No, I was not
going to have this.  I stepped forward, which caused
the head of his cock to pop out and gasped for a
couple of seconds at the pain that continued to wrack
me.  It was so very bad that I remained doubled over,
unable to think coherently at all.

Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock again, pressing
against me, and I tried to move forward again, and
told him "Don't" in a strangled voice.  However, he
ignored my protests and when I tried to pull away this
time, he gripped my waist with surprising strength and
literally pulled me backwards onto his dick.

This time, he'd apparently used some spit on his cock,
because it slid up about two inches inside of me
fairly easily.  The cramp was easing off now, though
my ass continued to burn.  He backed off a bit, then
plunged back, a little deeper.  Again, he pulled back,
then pushed forward.

I was very uncomfortable at this point, my own
erection had completely wilted, my ass was on fire,
and this cock was being driven ever deeper inside of
me, making me feel uncomfortably full and now his cock
was thrusting against something that hurt deep inside.

He continued to grip my waist tightly, and continued
to thrust his cock up inside of me, as far it would
go.  I kept feeling jolts of pain, and kept pulling
forward trying to escape the more painful thrusts.

Suddenly, he paused, "I'm coming."

He held perfectly still.  I could feel his penis
throb, once, twice, three, times, with strong spurts
of his semen flowing up inside of me.  A couple more
lessor spurts of cum followed.  Then he was finished,
sighing as he relaxed.  His grip loosened around my
waist, and he gasped quietly and his head touched my
back, as if in some kind of supplication.

He withdrew, and quickly pulled his pants up without
making any attempt to clean up, opened the stall door
without a backward glanced and almost dashed out of
the bathroom.

I turned and sat on the toilet, my knees were shaking
and I was sweating heavily.  I felt like I was going
to have a bowel movement and pushed and felt liquid
gush out.  Startled, I glanced down and saw that the
water in the bowl of the toilet was bloodied.  I took
some tissue and began cleaning up, and found that I
was quite bloody.

I sat there quite a while recovering myself.

There hasn't been much more blood since then, but I am
still very sore.

I wonder what he will have to say to me, if anything,
next Monday night at class?