Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2005 06:57:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Jones <home_made_homos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writing On The Wall

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Writing On The Wall, by Pete Jones

Growing up in an exclusive beach community in Madison, Connecticut, I spent
a lot of time in the bath houses at the Hammonasset beach. All those men
and boys walking around, naked or nearly so, it was practically more than
my twelve-year-old mind could handle. Whenever my sister brought me to the
beach, which this particular summer was quite frequently, I would find some
excuse to get away and sneak into the bath house. She never seemed to
notice, she was too busy tanning.

When you walked in, you were in a little vestibule. Straight ahead was the
showers, to the right was the bathrooms, and to the left was my favorite
part- the changing booths.

There were about 50 of them, lining the walls on either side of the long,
wide room. I call it a room, but it really wasn't -- there was no roof. So
the sunlight could beat down on all the guys in there, hiding nothing. I
liked to look at the kids around my age, but most were too shy to go
completely naked. The older guys, they were the ones who gave me the most
to see. I wasn't too sexually interested in them (I mean, I knew I was gay,
but I liked the guys my age), but it was nice to see all those floppy,
hairy cocks everywhere. And they certainly noticed me looking. I was cute,
with my bowl- cut chestnut hair, long lean body, and bubble butt, shown off
nicely by the Speedo shorts I liked to wear. All the other kids liked to
wear shorts, but not me. I had something nice back there to show off, and I
did all I could to do so. Plus, I just liked to be as naked as possible.

Each booth had a peephole about 1/2" diameter. I saw all kinds of dicks
through there, and must have dropped gallons of cum on the floor while
looking at them. Most of them seemed to be oblivious, some exhibitionists,
some waiting to play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine". I was
always happy to oblige, showing them my 5" uncut, skinny little pecker. I
got excited sometimes, not know who or what was on the other side of the
partition.

Often there was writing on the walls of the first few booths. Once I saw,
the following statement, I knew I had to do something. It said, "I AM 14
YEARS OLD AND I LOVE TO SUCK CUM OUT OF DICKS". Another kid around my age?
And he was admitting what he liked to do? I had to find out who he was,
where he was from. I wrote underneath it, in sharpie marker, "IM 12 AND I
WANT YOU TO SUCK MINE".

For the next 4 or 5 visits, I checked the ongoing dialogue. There were a
lot of offers from other guys, (I AM 35 AND I CAN SUCK YOUR COCK FOR YOU",
"27 HERE I'LL BLOW YA KID", etc.) but I wasn't interested. I began to think
that it would never happen with this kid, whoever he was.

But then the day came... I heard back from him. "HEY KID... IM THE 14. MEET
ME HERE 7/12 AT NOON. I WILL BE IN RED SHORTS). At first I became ecstatic-
I was going to hook up! I didn't know what he looked like, or even if he
was telling the truth. But I knew I had to take a chance... I wanted to get
my little weenie sucked something awful. I wrote back, "12... I WILL BE
HERE".

Finally, July 12th came, and I was lucky enough that my sister once again
wanted to go to the beach. When we arrived it was almost noon, perfectly
timed! I looked all over the beach for a kid in red shorts. None to be
found. I went into the bath house, and couldn't believe the number of guys
just hanging out. The booth room went almost completely silent when I
walked in. They all turned and looked at me lustfully. They had all read
what we had written, and wanted a show! I suddenly felt so nervous, I
thought I was going to throw up. I quickly turned and ran out. I had
completely chickened out. Blow job or no blow job, I had to leave.

I ran down the ramp to the boardwalk, right into a cop.

"What's the hurry, kid? Someone in there bothering you?"

I hesitated. "N... no. I... just have to... " I began to rattle off an
excuse so quickly I didn't know what I was saying, "get back to my sister
before she worries where I went because I told her I was just going to be a
sec and I've been gone-"

"Slow down, kid!" The cop laughed. "I just don't want you running and then
tripping and breaking your head open! Just walk, okay?"

"Ye... yes, sir!" With that I slowly walked back towards our blanket.

"Almost gave yourself away there, kid," I heard a voice say from behind me.

"Huh?" I said, not knowing where the voice came from.

"You looked like a crook, runnin' away like that." I turned in the
direction of the voice. There he was- tall for fourteen, black, short-cut
hair, very defined muscles, probably from playing soccer or something.
Black hair, crew cut. Bright blue eyes. Small line of dark hair from the
bottom of his belly button down into the red shorts. He was kind of a
lower-class looking kid, one I might later have called white trash. That
turned me on even more. I was frozen in place. "I knew it was you when I
saw you walk in. I knew you'd be freaked out by all the guys waitin' in
there."

I didn't know what to say. "I'm twelve." I finally uttered. Then I thought,
geeze that made me sound stupid.

He laughed. "I'm fourteen. My real name's Andrew. You can call me Drew"

"Pete."

"Hi Pete." He approached me. "You want me to suck that little cock of
yours, or what?"

"Yes."

"Can you shoot cum yet?"

I had never had someone talk to me so dirty. I had to take a second to
absorb what he was saying. I liked it. "Yes."

"Good, we can go to my Dad's camper, he's not there."

He began to walk away. He stopped, turned back towards me. "You coming, or
not?"

I ran up to him like we were about to embark on a great adventure. At least
that's what it was to me!

We got to the campgrounds just a short walk from the beach. I began to
worry a little. "My sister," I uttered.

"What you talkin about?"

"My sister is on the beach, I can't be gone too long, she'll be concerned."

"She'll be concerned?", he mocked me. He was making fun of me, I thought.
This was making me more horny by the minute.

"She will be. If I'm gone too long."

"Don't worry, kid," he scanned me up and down. He could see the boner
straining to pop out of my speedos. "I have a feeling this won't take
long."

We approached the camper. It was small, probably only about 18 feet. You
could tell it was brown at one time, but was now faded to a kind of pinkish
tan. When he opened the door, it was dark inside. The heavy curtains were
drawn, and there were clothes and junk all over the place. Definitely the
traveling home of a man and his son. It was hot inside.

He offered me a beer, and I took it. I never drank one before, but I was
already conscious of how un-cool I seemed to this dude, and I wanted badly
to let him think I was cool.

We sat down on the bed, and immediately he began rubbing my cock through my
speedos. No words, no warning. I was taken aback, but went with it. A few
more rubs and I was almost going to cum.

Drew stood up, and knelt down in front of me. In one quick motion, he had
my speedos off. I wasn't completely sure how he did that so fast, given
that I didn't even really lift my ass up off the bed. He looked at my cock,
now totally vulnerable and laughed.

"Ha! You still are a kid, aren't you?" He stood up and pulled his red
shorts off, and knelt back down in front of me. I barely had enough time to
notice the nice little bush of curly black hair that was growing around his
hard seven inches or so of cock that was standing straight out from his
body. Abruptly his mouth was on my pulsating dick. Slowly he began to suck
up and down, taking my whole cock into his mouth effortlessly. With one
hand he fondled my balls, pulling and tugging on them gently. They kept
slipping out of his hand because they were so small. With his other hand he
was furiously fisting his own cock. In my hazed mind, I imagined that his
boisterous masturbation meant that he really got off on sucking cock.

He was right- it didn't take long. I began to feel my orgasm building
up... my cockhead was growing in his hot wet mouth, and my balls pulled up
tight to my body. Before I could give him a warning, I shot the first
stream of cum deep into his throat. "Unh!", I moaned, and unleashed a
sizeable load into Drew's anxious mouth.

After I was spent, Drew slowed down his sucking, to a more tender pace. I
didn't feel myself going soft like I usually did when I was jerking off at
home. If fact, I thought, it was beginning to get harder again. Drew
quickened his pace again, never letting free of my dick. He quickened
gradually, and I couldn't believe this guy's skills at sucking cock. He
wanted more, and wasn't going to let up until he got it.

Drew lifted my legs up so that my feet were flat on the bed on either side
of me. He pulled my hands up and put them on the back of his head. Somehow
he knew that in this position, my natural instinct to fuck his face would
kick in. And kick in, it did! I soon found myself humping his face with
more gusto than I ever thought I had. I could feel the second orgasm slowly
building up. This time it felt less urgent to blow my wad so fast, and I
just enjoyed the feeling of his mouth doing it's magic as the incredible
tingling sensation gradually increased. I knew it was coming again, and
this time I felt like I could control it. After a few minutes of moaning
and calling his name, while dangling on the edge of orgasm, I warned him
that I was going to cum again. He needed no warning, and began to suck
harder in rhythm with the motion of my hips. I unleashed another load of
jizz into his skilled mouth, and he took it willingly and with aplomb.

When he was done, he stood up and looked down at me, my legs still spread,
covered with sweat. I could feel my hair was a mess and my face was
flush. Standing over me, he stroked his cock slowly, lubricated only by his
own perspiration. His pace sped up, and he tilted his head back slightly. I
could tell he wanted to blow his load on me. I reached up and began to
slowly caress his chest and stomach. The muscles there were so firm and
flexed, I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel under my tongue. I
sat up and began to lick the beads of sweat from his six-pack. I had tasted
my own sweat before, but his tasted different. Almost like what I would
imagine a man's to taste like. His cock was bouncing against my neck and
shoulder as he continued to jerk it. I looked down and saw it so close to
my face. His body tasted so good, I thought, his cock must taste good too.

I turned my head only slightly and stuck out my tongue, and he took the cue
by lightly sliding the tip of his cock across my tongue as he slowed down
his jerking. I kissed the very tip, and began to slightly suck it. I
couldn't believe how incredibly soft and smooth it felt against my lips and
tongue. I wanted more of it, and began to understand why he loved it so
much.  I got more bold, and took the head into my mouth. Drew moaned in
delight and, I think, surprise. He stood still, letting me explore his
manhood with my mouth. It seemed so much bigger than mine, I wondered if it
was possible that mine would grow that much in only two years.

Slowly, I went further and further down with each sucking stroke. I love
the feel of the texture of his shaft as it slid past my lips, and the feel
of his cockhead against the back of my mouth. I felt Drew put his hands
gently on the back of my head. He was taking it slow, he knew it was my
first time. I wanted so much to show him how much pleasure he had just
brought me.

His hips began to move back and forth as he held my head in place, only
further proving to me how much he was enjoying this. "Yeah, Pete... suck
that thing," he cooed. "You suck like a pro, man." The more I sucked, the
more I drooled all over his dick. I played with his balls, imitating how he
had done it to me, and could feel my own saliva dripping down them.

I wanted so badly to make him cum, but knew he wouldn't cum with the speed
that I had. Slowly and methodically he was humping my face, pushing his
dick deeper and deeper. Soon enough I gagged, and he pulled it out
quickly. He looked down at me with a worried look on his face. "Are you
okay?", he asked.

I looked up at him, and gave him what I thought was a sexy smile. "Yea, put
it back in", and opened my mouth. He leaned back forward and slid it in
slowly. Soon enough we were back to the rhythm previously set.

Within a few minutes, his pace quickened. I thought I couldn't keep up, so
I put my hand around his cock just in front of my mouth, so that I could
jerk him off as I sucked. It was plenty lubricated by all the
drool. Apparently he liked this, as he began to seep precum. It was salty
and yet somehow still sweet. It was the best thing I had tasted all my
life. My sucking became harder- I wanted what he had to give. His tip
widened in my mouth, and he began to gush his cum into my mouth.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww, fuck yea!", he groaned. "Suck that thing, kid! MMMMMMMMM
yea! Suck my fuckin' cock, boy! Aww fuck!" I couldn't believe how much cum
was bursting down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but could feel it
dripping from my lower lip.

When he was done, he slowly pulled it from my mouth. He flopped down on the
bed next to me, then rolled over and took me in his arms. His mouth soon
met mine, and we kissed hard. He worked more magic in my mouth as his
tongue explored it, taking every last drop of his own boy juice.

He unlocked his lips from mine. "You better get going back to the beach,
kid."

"Huh?"

"Your sis." He paused, and looked at me. He could tell I was in a
daze. "Ain't she waitin'?"

Suddenly I snapped back to reality and realized that I had been there for
quite some time. I jumped up and pulled on my shorts. I turned and looked
at Drew, hoping that he would say something. Anything. Just one thing to
indicate that he wanted to maybe keep in touch or something.

"Seya, thanks for the head," was all that he said. I supposed that he and I
wouldn't have been very good friends anyway, had the circumstances been
different.

I turned and went out towards the beach. I ran enthusiastically, recounting
the incredible events that had just taken place. I knew now what it felt
like not only to have my cock sucked, but to give someone else the pleasure
of sucking theirs. When I got back to the blanket, my sister hadn't even
noticed that I was gone all that long. I laid down next to her, and sunned
myself. Lying there, I felt like a man of the world, with all the
experiences of someone twice my age. I now know that this isn't nearly the
case, but in that moment, it felt like it was.

When my sister announced it was time to leave, I said that I needed to make
a trip to the bath house. I made sure that I had my sharpie with me.

All the horny men had dissipated, and the changing booths were completely
empty. I found the one that had Drew and my dialogue, and wrote under it,
"I AM 12 YEARS OLD, AND I LOVE TO SUCK CUM OUT OF DICKS."


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