Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 10:20:32 -0800 (PST) From: John Pearce Subject: At His Mercy Though these stories are true, all rights to their representation in print are reserved. Any reproduction beyond their display in this website is forbidden without express permission by the author. I was eleven when I had my first sexual experience. The circumstances surrounding it were pretty odd an unexpected, but as I look back on it, it still stands out as the most erotic encounter of my entire life. It's been theorized that being gay or bisexual may simply be a result of a certain amount of hardcore stress that a woman experiences somewhere in the last trimester of pregnancy... I'm not sure of the details, but in my case, it certainly makes a lot of sense. You see my asshole of a father left my mother when she was eight months pregnant, because he decided he couldn't handle fatherhood (and I later found out that he also had a thing for his younger, bimbo secretary). Anyway, ever since I can remember, I always had a fascination for the penis, whether seeing my friends when we pissed on a tree in the woods near my house, or when I was in a public restroom looking at men pee into the urinal with their large hairy dicks. There was this one time when I was eleven that my mother had brought me along to a court date to get more child support from my dad. It was really late in the afternoon, and fore some reason there weren't many people in the building. We were waiting for my dad to show up and, as usual, he was late. At some point I really had pee big time and I went to the men's room. As I entered the bathroom, I saw this really tall skinny black guy washing his hands, dressed pretty scruffy. I remember thinking that he was probably there for some court appearance or something, and I immediately felt a twinge of fear in my belly. There were only 2 urinals and two toilets in the bathroom and nobody was there except the two of us. I walked in and went straight to the urinal and started to pee. Before I knew it he was next to me at the other urinal. I remember I was thinking how odd that was since he'd been washing his hands when I'd entered, when I suddenly caught sight of this huge dark cock out of the corner of my right eye. I was a pretty short kid back then, and because he was so tall, his dick was only inches below eye level. With the un-bashful naivety of a child, I turned my head to look at this monstrosity hanging out of his dirty torn jeans. It was long, fat and semi-erect with pulsing veins bulging all along the shaft, and as I stared at it for several seconds, my tiny penis started getting hard right away. I suddenly realized that I was probably being obvious so I looked up to see if he was watching me. The smile on his face as he looked down at me and then to my hardening dick was almost sinister and it both scarred the hell out of me yet turned me on as well (scarred me because I felt that he could at any point reach out and beat me to death with those massive hands if he so wished; turned on because I was so hypnotized by the shear mass and look of this dark cock a foot away from my face. He took a half step back and swiveled so that his cock was now half pointing at me. I was frozen. This was the first time that someone had ever done this. Many times before when at the urinals, men had moved their hand away, or backed up a bit to obviously show me more of their stuff, but this was the first time someone was showing it to me like it was show and tell time at school. I stared at it for several seconds, my own dick practically pointing to the ceiling it was so hard. I remember this very potent, musky smell that came from his groin and thought to myself that he probably hadn't showered that day -- the strange thoughts that flash by a kids mind in certain situations. I also remember that this strong odor was somehow adding to my sexual arousal, as the tingling in my belly was getting more and more intense -- the kind of sensation one feels when their mind is surrendering to the helpless desires of their body. A that moment he took a half step forward till his dick was now just inches from my face. I was a little startled by this and I again looked up at his sinister face towering far above me. "Touch it" was all that his deep voice commanded. Again, a fear mixed with absolute excitement grabbed hold of my senses. I looked back down at this mass of manhood before me. I turned fully to face his cock but hesitated. "Go ahead. It's alright, no one's here". He said in a reassuring tone. I reached up with my little hand and touched the head with my forefinger. His cock jerked up in response and I let out a little gasp. He giggled. Then he grabbed my tiny wrist with his huge hand and guided it to the center of his cock. "Squeeze it". I tried grabbing it, but my little hand barely made it around his now fully erect cock. I squeezed what I could and he groaned this long deep sound. "That feels so really good. You like it don't you?" I looked up at him nervously and just nodded my head. Then I looked back down at my little hand holding this strangers massive erection. As I continued to squeeze and release and squeeze and release, I watched as some clear fluid emerged from the tip. I heard him say through the cloud of my young sexual euphoria: "Nice horny little white boy." Yes I was horny... hornier then I'd ever been all my young life. I wanted him to tell me to do more, to take control of me, to make me do the one thing I'd fantasized about ever since I'd seen woman doing it to men porn magazines. I wanted to lick this big smelly cock that was pointing straight at me. And then as if he'd read my little mind... "Do you want to lick it?" I didn't even look up at him. I just stared at his huge cock and nodded quickly in anticipation. He giggled again, and then said, "Go head boy, lick my dick." I leaned forward and licked the head of his dick, purposely licking the clear stuff, which I thought, was piss -- I didn't care, I was his little white slave and he was telling me to lick him. The clear stuff (I later realized it was semen) didn't taste like piss or anything actually, it was just gooey. The smell of his groin was so over powering, as I continued to lick his cock head like a little puppy licking a kids face. "Put the head in your mouth", he commanded. I stretched my lips as far as they could go and put the head in my mouth. "Oooo that feels really good." I barely heard him say through my excitement. Then I felt his massive hand land on my little head. He pushed down gently saying: "try to put more in your mouth kid". I did as I was told even though it was beginning to hurt my stretched lips. When I finally got maybe two inches in my mouth he held my head there. I was panting with excitement, my nose now inhaling the dirty musky smell that permeated the area I was forced to breath. "I want you to jerk off". I complied, quickly pulling on my little rock hard dick like it was a matter of life and death. He kept holding my head over the little bit of his beautiful cock that fit in my mouth and within seconds I had the most intense orgasm that I'd ever felt so far. I yelped a muffled cry as I heard him giggle yet again; knowing that I'd probably just had an orgasm (there was still no sperm production in me to let him know either way, so I guess that he'd had practice with young boys before). He pulled away from me and started jerking off his massive cock, still holding my head firm with his other hand a few inches away from my face. I soon watched in awe his cock suddenly got really hard and even veinier, followed by an eruption of load after load of cum. The first load hit me directly on my lips as if he was aiming there, the next on my chin; the next on my neck and the rest of his cum covered my light blue shirt. I stood there in absolute amazement at all this stuff that had come out of his dick and was now dripping off my chin - I'd scene photos of woman with cum on their faces and always found it a turn on (since I'd learned what the stuff was in sex education), but to have it done to me was a bit overwhelming and a little bit disgusting. But I still felt the firm grip on my head, I knew that I was still at his mercy. That fact, coupled with his next command, quickly evaporated any feelings of disgust I was experiencing. "Lick it off your lips." I obliged without hesitation, getting my first taste of cum as my tongue felt the tingling sensation of this stranger's warm sperm. "Open your mouth." Again, I didn't hesitate. He moved forward and pushed his cock head into my mouth and jerked off a bit more, emptying what cum was left in his shaft into my mouth. Then he suddenly pulled away and put his beautiful cock back in his jeans. He stood there looking down at my cum covered face and shirt with that sinister smile on his face. "That was real nice". He went to the sink and washed his hands. All the time I jut stood there watching him, still in a charged state that I couldn't shake. He turned to leave and stopped. "You might want to clean up before you leave the bathroom." With that he giggled again and quickly left me alone in the men's room. I went to the mirror and was actually shocked at how much cum he'd had actually deposited onto my face and shirt. There was a huge glob right under my eye, another at the corner of my mouth; some on the side of my face and even more dripping off my chin. My neck was covered with it was my shirt. As I stood looking at the mess all over me and wondering where to begin cleaning, I started to get really excited again and just looking at my reflection. I ran my finger along my face and chin and licked off some cum. My erection started building up once again quite quickly. I wiped as much off as I could with my fingers, careful not to waste any in the process and swallowed ever drop as if it were some life saving nectar. I then proceeded to the nearest stall and jerked off again, going over every last detail of the previous fifteen minutes. When I'd finally got back to the waiting area and sat down, I informed my mother that I took long because I had done a number two and the reason I was wet was because the water from the sink had splashed all over my face and shirt in the bathroom. She was just relieved that I was OK. "Why were you worried?" I asked innocently. "Well, you see that man." She pointed directly across to a bench where the guy who had just flooded me with his cum sat. "He's a dangerous man, a child molester who got off on a technicality." "That's right," said the black woman sitting next to my mother. "I've seen him here last week. They arrested him without reading him his rights and now so he's free to keep having sex with young boys. The sex fiend" My mother nodded and quickly added "He was gone when you went to the bathroom, so I was afraid that the two of you were their together alone. I looked back over at him and he smiled and winked at me. "The bastard just winked at your son." Said the lady next to mom. I remember thinking to myself that if all his `victims' were as willing as I was, what was the harm? Of course, I was naive and young boy who had just had the first sex of his life and enjoyed it beyond anything else he'd ever experienced. What else was I going to think? The last thing I remember was looking back him sitting there and then feeling my eyes being magnetically drawn down to his bulging groin. The thoughts in my head were racing all over the place -- "...dangerous man", "...sex fiend", ..."child molester", ... but the one thought that stood out most was how I loved being at his mercy... how I already craved to be alone with him again, having him do what he did to me, over and over again.