Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2003 07:41:02 -0800 (PST)
From: whaubflguy@yahoo.com
Subject: Slut Boy, Part 2

Well, here we are again.  I have to admit I never believed my little story
would ever get posted on the Nifty page.  I was flabbergasted to sign on
this morning and find an e-mail from the Nifty guy stating that my story
was posted.  How exciting!  Now I'm a world famous author!  Funny, I don't
feel any different.

Let's see...last time I told you about my very first time
experience.  It was a little rambly, so from here on out I'll try to get
more to the point.  Thanks, by the way, to all of you who have e-mailed
about the story...keep it up!

As I told you, Mel was my first time, my second time, third time and so
forth for a couple years.  I first played with him at age 13, first got
fucked at age 14.  Something about Mel, though, was that he was really
small...only about 4 inches I'd say, and not very thick.  His cock
certainly wasn't very challenging, but for a young kid just learning to get
fucked, it was great.  By the way, if any of you know Mel, I'd like to say
"hey" to him again sometime.  I was just back visiting my parents in my
hometown (in central FL--near Lakeland) a month ago, and I drove past Mel's
house...but there were tricycles and stuff in the yard, so I guess Mel's
moved on...Too bad!

I was pretty satisfied with Mel for a couple years, but then something
happened to me that happens to ALOT of kids around the age of 16.......I
GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!  That driver's license opened up scores of
additional possibilities for places to meet guys.  Mel had told me of some
places around town where I could meet guys, but they were all too far for
me to go by foot or on my bike.

The Mall was one of the places Mel had recommended.  He didn't tell me
where to go, he said to find it on your own...that was part of the fun.
So, I got busy.  Did I ever!

First I found the main Mall restroom.  It was a small restroom for one that
was the only restroom for the Mall.  Of course, there were others in the
individual department stores, but this was the only one in the Mall itself.
It had 3 urinals lined up next to each other, with no partitions, and then
2 stalls for toilets.

Maybe I should point out something first.  I forgot to mention that while
working at the library I found a book by an author named Edmund White.  It
is called The Beautiful Room is Empty.  It is sort of an autobiographical
accounting of White's early life.  Him starting out as a writer and
starting out as a gay man...discovering himself, playing in public
restrooms, gloryholes, etc.  It is from the great Mr. White that I learned
what a tearoom is, what the procedures are and so forth.  You may ask,
"what's so complicated?"  Well, I don't know, I guess it's not all that
complicated, but I've always been one of those guys that never jumped into
anything too quickly.  I always wanted to know what I was doing first.
Hell, look...it took me practically a year to actually meet Mel!

Back to the Mall: I entered the mall restroom.  Surveyed the specs of it.
Certainly I had been in it several times in my lifetime, but had never
looked at it through the eyes of a cruiser!  I went ahead and took the
stall farthest from the door, sat down and waited.  While I was waiting I
looked over the walls for anything interesting to read.

I didn't have long to wait.  The door opened and in walked someone.  I
should point out to those of you not familiar with tearoom sex, that you
can see pretty much of what you want to see through the cracks between the
stall walls and the door, and under the walls at the feet of people.  It
was an old man...yuck!  I waited...he pissed at the urinal and then took
off.  A minute or so later in walked someone else.  I focused through the
crack in the door on the mirror above the sinks opposite, so I could see
the reflection of who it was.

My heart started pounding...this guy was beautiful!  He was about 22,
5'11", dark hair, little longish, hanging in his eyes real sexy, dark eyes
and eyebrows.  Real fit build, not muscular, but real nice.  He was dressed
in dark pants, white shirt and a tie.  He had a name tag on.  I figured he
worked at one of the stores.

He came in kinda slow, walked over toward the urinals, then stopped,
turned, and walked to the open stall, closed the door and took a seat.  I
was dying!  My heart was pounding like crazy...I was scared to death...and
yet, funny enough, turned on like crazy.  I leaned down slightly so I could
see his hands pushing his pants down around his ankles, followed by his
underwear.  Both his hands and legs were very tan, hairy & extremely sexy
to me.

He pushed his pants down as far as they would go, brought his heels
together and spread his legs.  I just watched, unsure what to do.  After
about a minute he tapped his foot one time.  I pushed my foot over a bit
toward him and tapped once.  Then he tapped twice.  I replied likewise.
Then he tapped 3 times.  I started to tap in return, but he didn't even
give me the chance.  Before I was to 2, he stood up, turned toward me and
(break....sorry, my wife called...wants me to pick up a loaf of bread on my
way home tonite.  Yes, guys, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm married...how
did this happen, you ask?  Well, keep reading these stories, maybe if I get
to like the 20th installment, I'll get that far) Back to the MALL:

He stood up, turned toward me and dropped to his knees!  My god, I thought!
I wasn't expecting to get one so quick, but here it was!  All the while I
was staring at this beautiful god, thinking all this crap to myself, and I
realized, Hey, dummy, this guy is down on the floor for you!  Get down
there and do something about it!  I got down on my knees and looked under
the stall wall.  I could see his legs, then ducking my head further I could
see his cock.  It was about 7 inches, average thickness, cut, average
balls.  I reached under and touched it, feeling the length of it, caressing
his balls.

More than anything at that moment I wanted to get my mouth around it.  He
was too far back in his stall for that to happen, however, so I motioned
with my hand for him to scoot closer toward me.  He shuffled forward,
coming closer, until his legs were under the stall wall & in my stall and
his belly & chest were pressed up against the wall on his side.  His cock
and balls were now dangling out at me.

I moved forward, feeling his beautiful legs.  I was practically shaking
from nervousness.  I moved my hand up, cupping his balls & then jacking his
cock.  I leaned over & took his cock into my mouth.  The smell of his
cologne was wonderful.  He smelled manly, clean, soapy, and fresh.  I
sucked on his cockhead tentatively, at first.  Then I started taking more
of it into my mouth, using my tongue on the underside to lick it like a
lollipop as I moved up and down on the length of it.  As I sucked more I
was able to allow my throat to open up more and take more of him in.  Up
until this time I had onl sucked Mel, who was "cock length challenged,"
shall we say.  I finally was able to take all of him in, and had my nose
buried in his wonderful pubic hairs.

I pulled off then, licked his cockhead and turned my attention to his
balls, licking first the sack & then taking each of them, in turn, into my
mouth, to move around gently.  Then I went back to his cock and began
sucking it more furtively now, harder, up and down.  He began pushing
forward to meet the thrusts of my head and throat coming down as he pushed
up.  He was pushing with his whole body into me...I could feel the stall
wall shaking above me.  Finally he began breathing hard and grunting from
the opposite side of the wall, and I could feel his cock getting harder and
larger in my mouth.  His cock head seemed to double in size as he began
pumping his cum into my mouth.

Now, I've heard guys say "he was shooting his hot seed into my mouth," but
truthfully this guy's cum wasn't very hot.  It wasn't really even warm.  It
was cool.  I remember thinking that as he shot into me.  It's funny the
things you remember back aways.  I was 16 then and am 27 now...wow, 11
years have gone quick!

As he finished cumming, I could sense his whole body relaxing and settling
back down.  His cock, almost immediately, lost about 1/4 of its hardness,
while still in my mouth.  I pulled back until just the head was still in my
mouth, giving me room to swallow his load, and I then cleaned the length of
his cock with my mouth, licking it with my tongue as I was finished.  I was
taking my time, and remember thinking at the time that it had been awhile
and someone else might come in, but I was enjoying myself too much on this
god's body.

Finally I pulled off of him and moved back.  He popped up, and sat back on
the toilet.  I could hear him pull toilet paper off the roll (to clean
himself, I presume), then he stood again, pulled up his pants, situated
himself & walked out of the stall.  He walked over to the sinks and began
washing his hands.  I was watching his face the whole time.  God!  I
couldn't believe how cute he was!  I was very insecure about myself and my
own body at the time, so I was just amazed that I had gotten to touch this
guy, who was to me, at the time, a perfect ten.  He turned to dry his
hands, and as he moved to leave, he stopped, turned toward my stall and
gave me a smile and a wink through the crack in the door!  I melted!

I sat there, calming my heart down, and stroking my own hard cock slowly
and quietly, when 3 more men came in together.  They were all old guys and
must've been together.  2 of them went to the urinals, but one of them went
to the empty stall, unfortunately he just stood at the toilet, urinating.
They soon left, and I settled back to wait for a bit more, as I had another
hour before I needed to be home.

I didn't have long to wait again.  A man came in this time, about 35ish, I
suppose, wearing jeans, boots and a red plaid shirt.  He was built very
well, obviously worked out.  He went over to the stall, slammed the door
shut and sat down.  I eagerly awaited what would come of this, but was
disappointed as I could hear noises that he was "taking a dump."  I sat
back, giving up on him for the moment, wishing he would hurry, so it would
free up the stall for another of my customers.

He soon finished, used the toilet paper, as I could hear.  Flushed a couple
times, but then settled back into the seat.  What?  Guy, if you're done,
then get out of here!  What's up?  Then I thought, shit!  Maybe he's
looking for some too.  And I looked down, and sure enough he was tapping
his boot!  He was tapping, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...etc...Nothing like the
book said one tap, followed by one tap, two by two and three by three.  I
moved my foot over so he could see it and tapped once.  Sure enough, that
was all he needed to see.  He was immediately down on the floor, and unlike
the previous guy, didn't wait for me to motion him forward, he stuck his
legs and cock right under the wall.

I bounced off my seat onto the floor and knelt down to take this new cock.
He was very fit and muscular.  His legs looked very powerful.  He was very
white, however, and his leg hairs were very blond.  He had dark blond pubic
hairs and smelled slightly sweaty.  His cock was, at this point, semi-hard
and about 6 inches long with a huge mushroom cockhead.  I leaned down,
picking up the cock with my hand and putting the head in my mouth.  God!
The head was huge close up!  I had to stretch my mouth to fit it!  I
finally got it all in and started up and down on the cock.  His cock was
growing as I was sucking and I could feel it harden to its capacity in my
mouth and under my hand.  I pulled off to survey the monster and found that
it was a good 2 inches longer, at least, than my 7 incher and much bigger
around.

Wide eyed, I went back to business on his cock, stroking it with my right
hand as my mouth bobbed at the top.  I stroked it, matching time to my
sucking.  After not much time he erupted.  And "erupt" IS definitely the
word for it.  His first shot nearly drowned me, as it took me unawares.  I
wasn't expecting it so soon.  But I quickly recovered and made room in my
mouth to take the rest of his load.  Unlike the earlier guy, he didn't let
me linger over his cock, but rather, as soon as his last shot was out,
yanked it out of my mouth, stood up, pulled up his pants and marched out of
the restroom, like he was off to a fire or something.  He was very butch
and had had a wedding ring.  Probably some married guy whose wife wouldn't
blow him.  Then he gets feeling guilty afterwards and takes off quick.  If
only he would've known I was only 16!  What would he have thought then!

I realized that by this time I should start getting home, so I sat back
down at the stall, and started jacking my now very hard 7 incher.  It took
me only about a minute to bring myself to orgasm, fantasizing about kissing
the first guy full on the lips while the 2nd guy fucked me up the ass from
behind.  I pulled my feet back under the toilet and jerked my cock forward
as I came, shooting my cum out across the stall, the first jet hitting the
stall door in front of me, and the following shots falling on the floor
short of the door.

I wiped up, stood up, pulled up my pants and started to leave, when I
realized I hadn't yet read the writing on the walls.  There wasn't alot,
but I had noticed it earlier and had not yet had time to read it.  I saw 3
phone numbers of guys looking for "action" or wanting to "suck cock" and
wrote them down on a piece of toilet paper with a pen I had brought for
that purpose.  I then moved to the other stall and checked the walls for
grafitti also.  The same three were duplicated in this stall, but I found
one other also, writing it down too.  Maybe I'd try calling them and see
what cums up?

Well, that's all for this time.  Be sure to write and tell me what you
think.  By the way, I'm not making any of this up...it's all real stuff
that happened to me.  Write and tell me some of your experiences.  And, if
you haven't yet, be SURE to get by and read the "Public Sex" series by Mike
that was posted on here!  Fantastic stuff!  Bye for now!

Richie
WHaubFLguy@yahoo.com