Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2008 18:50:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damon Noble <damonnoble@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim

I don't know if I was a late bloomer or if it was normal but I had just
learned to jack off before my fifteenth birthday. I learned from a fat,
faggy cousin that I had to spend the night with earlier that summer. I woke
up being molested one night by him at my grandmother's house. I remember
thinking at the time, "God that felt good but there had to be someone more
attractive to do it with."

I practiced every chance I got at home and you might say I developed my own
technique. I was squirting big loads by the middle of the summer.  It
hardly ever dawned on me that I had some cute boy I had seen in my visions
every time I got off. That would be gay.

I whacked the hell out of that puppy all summer long and it grew into a
very nice, hand-raised cock by the end of the summer. So much so that I was
a little self-conscious in the gym showers.

"Damn Craig, was your dad a horse?" one kid taunted.

I just laughed it off knowing they wish they had what I had. There were
also the guys that you knew were checking you out but didn't say anything.
By the time I graduated high school I guess I was somewhat of a legend at
our school. I imagined that even some of the girls had been told about my
nice sized dick.

In reality, it wasn't all that amazing as it turned out. I was a very ample
eight inches when fully extended. I loved to play with it though. It felt
so big and hard in my hand and when it came it really made a mess.

At eighteen years old, I just wanted to share, you know? I just wanted to
let someone else feel how amazing it was to hold it as it pulsated toward a
climax. I was also aware that it was another boy I wanted to share it with.

After I got my car, I found a park some distance from our neighborhood that
was somewhat suspect. There were always guys roaming around near the public
bathrooms and I always wanted to stop and see what was going on.

One evening it was raining as I was driving home from my job at the taco
place. My dick was so hard I thought about just pulling it out and whacking
it off as I drove. With my luck though, I'd probably run a stop sign and
get pulled over with my dick in my hand and the cops in town were not that
good-looking.

As I passed the park it looked deserted but I thought it might be a good
place to have a whack off anyway. I parked the car and just sat there
massaging my cock through my pants. The windows soon became beaded with
raindrops and I realized I needed to take a piss.

I got out of the car and walked through the light rain to the park
restroom. I really got off on how great my huge boner looked as I walked.
No one was around and I grabbed it and massaged it as I walked the short
distance to the bathroom. There was only one light bulb that was still
working in the rather large room. I could just make out that the walls on
one side were lined with urinals and the other side had three stalls with
no doors. I had pulled my mighty dick out and by the time I aligned with a
urinal, I let go with a steady stream of hot piss. After the last drop of
piss dripped from my hard cock I began to slowly massage it up and down the
long hard shaft. I stepped back a few feet from the urinal and slowly
rubbed myself. My other hand was inside my shirt pinching my right nipple.

Just then I head footsteps and I quickly moved closer to the urinal again.
In the dim light I could just make out a thin boy with a hooded sweat shirt
on. He could have chosen any urinal but he came right up to the one next to
me.

When I could see him better, I could tell he was very young and his
hairless cheeks were blushed from the cold rain. I didn't look at him
again. That would have looked gay but from the corner of my eye, I saw him
drop the hood to reveal a short dark brown haircut and an earring in his
right ear. He was much hotter that the boy in my mind's eye that I jacked
off to at home. I could smell his light cologne and hear his breath. It
sent my balls into a frenzy.

"How's it goin'," he said in a deep boyish voice.

"Hey, what's up," I said back.

He looked straight down at his cock as he pissed. I could hear the heavy
stream. Then he visibly shook it a few times and just stood there with his
dick presumably still hanging out.

I realized that I had been standing there way longer than it would have
taken me to have a piss and now his clock was ticking too. As the seconds
ticked past, it became obvious that both of us were waiting for something
more to happen.

Finally he stepped back and as I glanced briefly down he held in his hand a
fine standard eight incher, full and hard.

Not to be outdone, I eased back to show off my nicely plumped cock
supported by my right hand beneath it. He tightened his ass and strutted
his cock forward and stroked it a few times as a little precum lingered at
the tip.

I was uncut and the juice slurped as the foreskin moved over my head. He
changed his cock to his left hand and put his right hand just inside the
back of my boxers. His hands were surprisingly warm and smooth.

As we both mutually jerked our respective cocks his hand slid farther down
my ass until I could just feel his middle finger touching my anus. It was
anew experience for me. I never realized that touching there could feel so
good when you were whacking off.

He stopped masturbating for a moment and unbuttoned his pants making his
waistline looser. I took my left hand and mimicked his motions finding his
tight ass hole. He groaned softly as I massaged his anus with my finger.

Finally he took my arm and led me to one of the stalls and said, "sit
here."

I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet with my cock sticking straight
up. He stepped out of his pants entirely and straddling my legs, he eased
his hot little ass onto my cock facing me.

He was more that adorable as he smiled, "Where there's a will there's a
way," he said.

He used his legs to raise and lower himself on me as my hot juicy dick
penetrated his ass. He jacked his dick with one hand as he used his other
hand on my shoulder to steady himself.

 This was heaven. This was by far the cutest boy I had ever seen and he was
riding my cock like a cowboy rides a horse.

I unloaded inside of him with a guttural groan as he continued to pound his
hot cock against my stomach. I watched him as he bit his lower lip with his
upper teeth. His breath was fast and heavy and had the fragrance of
peppermint.

He continued to raise and lower his ass on me as he frantically pounded his
cock. I had begun to think maybe he wasn't going to be able to come. I
could see beads of sweat on his upper lip as he panted inches from my face.
I leaned in and touched my lips to his and that was when he spewed a hot
load of sperm from his dick onto my stomach. It spurted again and a third
time as he closed his eyes and smiled still breathing hard.

He slowly pulled himself up from my still pulsing boner. Drops of my own
cum dripped from his ass onto my thigh. I was officially gay and if this
was what it was like to be gay, bring it on!

"I'm Craig, by the way." I said.

"Tim," he said, shaking my hand.

My dick was still almost as hard as it was in the middle of our experience.
I crammed it back into my shorts and pants and it still felt alive, like it
had lost nothing. He nudged at my bulge with his hand, "Nice cock," he
said.

I smiled. I wanted to say, "Can I fuck you again?"

Tim gave me his phone number and when I got home I placed it in a special
place in my wallet where I wouldn't lose it.

As I undressed for bed I was still feeling the tingle from my new found
happiness. I looked at myself nude in the full-length mirror. My cock
raised a little as I thought of Tim again. He was hot and sweet, thin and
handsome and most of all he was like me, gay but still a guy with all the
things that make guys so hot, a deep masculine voice and an adorable face
that made him perfect.