Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 20:49:57 -0800 (PST) From: "Mark, Mark Cabela, Cabela" Subject: Been There Once Before I just went through the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport for the first time in years, the first time since the spring I turned 15. It was walking into a place I had been before that brought back memories as vivid as they day they happened. While I have had so conflicted thoughts and feelings about it since that day, don't be concerned about me. I have turned out pretty good, happy as I could be in an entry level job that just doesn't seem to have an exit. So, I will tell you the story, and enjoy it. I had been out west for a week at a special studies camp for kids who were interested in the environment and deserts. I did enjoy the camp and things we got to do but it was rough living there. We slept in sleeping bags although on army cots. The bathroom was barely fancier than an outhouse. The showers were nothing more than pvc pipes attached to a fence made out of limbs and only hid your bodies from a distance. I wasn't into showering all that much then anyway. The counselors/teachers were very good at keeping the girls and boys apart. I never saw any of the things that others talk about happening at camps. I never heard any of the boys jacking in their beds, no one snuck out to play with each others' dicks behind the cactus, or at least I never knew it. Myself, I did find a way to jack a few times, much much less than I had been doing, but I did get a little relief. I was on my way home. I was dirty, completely tired, my lips were chapped so bad from the desert air, and I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. I had on an old but clean t-shirt, shorts that were the cleanest I had left, and a worn out pair of Tevas. I had my backpack with about half my clothes, and $5.41 (A $5 bill and, one quarter, one dime, one nickel, one penny -- I don't know why I remember that.) My hair had been combed about 10 hours ago and was a mess then anyway. My sunburn had turned into a good tan. I was thin then, I was no weakling just thin. My legs were thin enough that they looked like sticks coming out of my shorts. I had about as much belt hanging loose as I did around my waist. Light brown hair, green eyes, and a need to shave about once a month. I was fighting zits then too. I didn't have that many really, I just hated them and it took all kind of effort to keep them away. I had a dick that would get hard whenever it wanted to. Topped with a fluff of brown pubes and a few pubes on my balls and elsewhere. When I was limp, which wasn't that often, I was at least 6 inches and I could bone up to about 8. Cut and smooth, not a lot of veins, and probably some calluses built up from all the rubbing. I had a few dark hairs on my legs and less than a dozen on my chest. I was there at the DFW airport to change planes, supposedly for only an hour or so. Fly in from the west and then head north and be home about dark. Going out there was the first time I had ever flown alone, there was absolutely no problem there, didn't even have to change planes. While on the first plane, I was worried about making it to the other one. I was coached by my parents that I had to hurry to make sure I got on the plane. I did sleep most of the way on the first plane, but somebody was always talking or trying to give me cookies or bumping into the seats. I did rush over to the other gate, got there in plenty of time, no one was even there to take my ticket. It all turned out that it didn't matter anyway. I have never seen a hail storm like what hit the airport. It was a solid sheet of baseballs hammering the planes. They kept announcing to move away from the windows but I just had to watch. It seemed like it lasted forever. They announced that the planes were going to be delayed, I cussed about it just like everyone else in the place. I was amazed to see all the dents in the planes. The way the lights were set, you could see a dent about every 6 inches and some looked like it made holes. My interest in looking at the destruction then turned into a grumble. They announced that there was so much damage to the planes and other stuff that all the rest of the outgoing flights were cancelled at least until tomorrow. I had no idea what to do, I was disappointed when the guy behind the counter told me to go find a comfortable spot and just hang in there until the next day. I thought they would at least let us go to a hotel somewhere and pay for it, but nothing like that at all. I hadn't eaten since I left camp, actually just got a Snickers and Coke at the gas station when we left. It was my first shock at the prices airports charge for food. I roamed around a couple of the food places, trying to find something I could spend my $5.41. A bottle of water was $2.00! Most of the stuff I could afford wasn't going to be for sale until the morning. I decided to starve and wait rather than get weird stuff to eat right then. I did get a coke in my camp souvenir water bottle, I probably should have left some money when I passed through last week. I found a place that I thought would be quiet and spread out on two chairs, even with the armrest in the middle. There was guy's bag in the seat next to me and he was one over. He got up not long after that, I figure he was smelling me, I smelled a lot like the camp and campfires. Then there was a guy who had been sitting across the hall from me who got up and moved into the chair next to me. He sat down and was quiet for a little while. I watched him through almost closed eyes and it looked like he was checking me out. I was trying to just go to sleep and not worry about having to wait all night. Then the guy moved his bags and it hit my leg, I jumped a little but mostly just moved into a different position. Since I was so wide awake, the guy started talking to me. He found out that I was flying by myself, where I had been, where my home was, what I thought about deserts and Al Gore. He compared my experiences at the camp to nudist camps, not that he had ever been to one. His hand and arm moved right next to mine and touched me the length of my arm. He started swirling his fingers on the back of my wrist. I thought that was a little strange but it felt good enough and I just let him do it. There was a long time that went by, his fingers on my wrist went to moving his hand all along my arm. The talk got very intimate and sexy. I had to adjust my boner several times. I bet I went an entire hour and only grunted or nodded my head while he talked. My heart was beating fast and although there were thousands of people around me, I could only see this one man. He wasn't much bigger than me at the time. Probably only 5'8" and thin. He had perfect dark black hair. He had a tan but wasn't dark. Nice white teeth, actually very bright white teeth. His face was small and round but very attractive. He had on a very expensive dark suit, it looked like it was made for him personally. His briefcase matched his other bag. A great looking watch with diamonds around the dial, rings in the same gold, and a pin holding his tie and collar together. He surprised me when he asked if I needed money. I thought he was just going to give it to me. But when he laid the back of his hand on the top of my boner, I started to figure it out. It was a complete business meeting. All I had to do was let him suck my dick and I would earn $20. Then it was $40. I probably would have done it for $20, but I was more concerned about how I would let him do it and not get caught than I was with doing it. He was into putting a lot of pressure on me, he promised me that no one would know or could see, he told me I could quit anytime, and I wouldn't have to do anything. If he had just grabbed me by the arm and led me away I would have gone with him without all the encouragement. It was as much the excitement of doing it as it was about the sex act. He asked me if I was ready, I nodded somewhat and then he did get me on my feet and I started following him. I kept thinking over and over that I was going to get my dick sucked! It didn't matter too much to me at the time who it was or what gender the sucker was. I was worried my boner would start shooting before we got to where ever we were going. Thinking back, I can't even imagine myself going with the guy. I wasn't street smart by any means, all was too nice and perfect in the little town I was from. But I was also aware of the dangers then too, I just blocked it out and looked at it as an opportunity. This would be my first sexual encounter, unless you call pissing into cans in the alley with my friends. But then, some of them had such small dicks, I couldn't even see them in the fly of their jeans. The guy led me to a restroom at the very end of the terminal. There were people hanging everywhere but a lot less in that part. We walked in, he looked around and pointed me to a urinal. Well I did what guys do at urinals and started to piss. It was only a few seconds when the one other guy in there zipped up and walked out. He told me to hurry and get in the stall at the end. He made me hurry enough that I had to pinch the end of my dick to stop the piss. I got to finish pissing into the toilet as he positioned his bags and my backpack so no one could look under the walls. He looked over my shoulder as I pissed and he told me how pretty my dick was. I even put my hand on my loose t-shirt so he could see it better. He was still looking when I got to the shaking phase of pissing. Two shakes and I was hard, the third one had his hand on my dick. Oh and that did excite me. I acted really squirrelly, my legs ran in place with the touch, I cussed a few times, and couldn't find a place to put my hands, especially since one of my favorite places to put my hand was taken. I settled down and just liked the feel, although scared to death. He stroked me a few times, slower than I had usually stroked myself. Then he had me move around him and he sat on the toilet. My dick was right in his face and it didn't take him long at all to swallow it. I couldn't control the shaking in my body as this was the first time I ever had that feeling. He pumped his head some, licked with his tongue, twisted it all around, and tasted every part of my dick. His fingers went in under my underwear and played with my balls and pubes. His other hand was on my butt, pulling me close when he wanted to. I had both my hands on the walls of the stall, just trying to stand. We slowed down to almost nothing as we heard someone pissing. When we started back up, he looked up and told me to hold it as long as I could. If I had been jacking myself, I would have been cuming with about two strokes. I held on for the longest I ever had, I was so close when another pisser came in and left. I was worried about getting caught then and I was there. As soon as he started up again, I shot, my knees buckled, my hips were thrusting, I could feel my balls unload. He kept sucking me as I shot all of it out. I was limp and he was still sucking and it was tickling so much I had to make him stop. He stood up, he was sweating more than me. I could smell my cum on his breath when he looked me in the eye. Then he tucked my dick back in my underwear, made sure it was hanging right, then zipped me up. That is still a weird feeling to this day, I love it when somebody dresses me like that. But I was scared and feeling guilty right then. I didn't say anything. I was ready to get out of there. I was moving to get out of the door when he went into his wallet. I had forgotten that he said he would pay me something. If he had just let me get out of the door he wouldn't have had to pay me at all. He told me $40, but he pulled out a $50 and told me to take it and go have fun with it. I walked out of there with a funny walk. My dick was all slobbered on and it felt so weird sticking to my legs. As soon as I left the restroom, there were thousands of people right outside. That got my heart pumping harder, I was very scared that they all knew just what happened. I didn't even look back, I just kept walking. I was way at the far end and I got looking for food. I was in line, with the $50 bill still in my hand and trying to order when the greasy kid behind the counter told me I couldn't pay with the $50. It was the first time I ever found out that all money wasn't good. Even the old couple in front of me were arguing with the kid. I was so stupid for not letting the old guy make change for me out of his wallet. When he asked me, I told him I had other money. They walked away, and then didn't have enough to buy what I wanted, ended up with the worst french fries I have ever had, and stole another coke in my bottle. As soon as I sat down, the reality of what happened hit me. I had all kinds of emotions right then. Guilt, pleasure, success, worry, anxiousness, horniness, etc. It was really all that was going through my head. I went to find another place to sit and sleep until the planes started flying again. I tried the seats I had, I looked for any seat at all. There were guys lying on the floors and against walls. I gave up on finding a seat and flopped down against the wall. I was there a long time, long enough for my butt to get numb. I really wanted to lay down but it just looked so dirty. I was sleeping a little at a time. Then I felt somebody sit close to me. I didn't even want to look up. Then I smelled his cologne and a little bit of my cum. The guy found me again. He started talking, nothing about what had happened earlier but more about getting out of the airport. We talked about how good it was when we would finally get on the plane and go home. Then he said something about getting a place to stay for the night. Getting into a real bed, even a real shower sounded so wonderful right then. He asked me if I wanted to share a hotel room with him. He said it wouldn't cost too much. I did get mad right then, I was figuring he wanted me to pay for the room with the money I just got from him. He kept talking and it did sound good. When he said he would even pay for it all, and that I would have my own bed, I was sold. When he said I could even get some more money for what we did before, I was on my feet helping him up. I really liked and trusted this guy at the time. It had been long enough since he sucked me that I was feeling good about it all again. I really didn't think it was that strange for a 15 year old boy to go to a hotel with a 30 something year old man. I thought I was old enough and invincible, although I knew that if my dad or mom every found out, I was dead. We went out and got into a cab. He was whispering things to me as we rode to a hotel. I heard him say that I would get another $50 for doing it again. And more money if things went on beyond that. He made me promise him that I would tell him to stop if I didn't want to do anymore. I remember thinking I would tell him when I could no longer cum. I did know that I would run out of cum and have to wait until the next day. That is what I thought he was talking about, going as far as I wanted. We got to the hotel, he had me wait outside while he got the key. When he came out, we went right to the room. He told me I could have a dresser drawer to put my clothes. So I stuffed my entire backpack into one of the drawers. He took time to unpack everything, hanging suits in the closet and putting folded underwear and socks in the drawers. I sat on my bed and watched him, it took him awhile and I was ready to just lay back and fall asleep. He finished and he started taking off clothes, he told me to go ahead and strip down. He got down to underwear and a t-shirt, just about where I started. I was down to just my underwear, with a boner just starting to build. He told me he would pay me in the morning if I would let him suck him again. He got a little nastier in his speech as we were all alone now. He told me he wanted to suck my beautiful dick. He wanted to play with my boy balls. He had to have my hard-on. He walked toward me, I was shaking. He reached to me and pulled my underwear down to about my knees, I was complete hard and it really didn't take him long to put his mouth completely over my dick. He started sucking and pulling his mouth off. Each time he would say something about my cute little balls (I hated that to this day, I had big ol' mean balls). He was very careful about his teeth but he did nibble on my dick head. That almost made me cum. His hands were all over me, squeezing my butt, holding my balls, pinching my tits, even going back behind my balls and playing with my hole. I couldn't stay on my feet and kept backing up. I sat on the nightstand between our beds. He was pumping his head fast and hard. I warned him and then shot another load. I felt the tip of my dick hit the back of his throat as I shot once. It felt like his throat squeezed my dick and that sent a shiver through me. When I was done, he laid me down on my bed, and threw the bedspread over my naked body. He laid back on his bed and started playing with his boner in his underwear. I watched him do that. He would stroke a little but mostly mashed it around. I moved around, to see better, I was recovering from cuming. The guy got up and stood next to my bed. He had one hand in his underwear and the other one was rubbing real easy on my butt. It tickled some and it made me jump each time he moved a finger along my crack. He told me to get in the middle of the bed and then he ran into the bathroom. I could see his boner bouncing up and down in his underwear as he ran. He came out with a little bottle of lotion. He moved pillows and waded up the bedspread. I jumped on the pillows, really expecting that he wanted to watch me hump the pillows, something I had gotten pretty good at home. He got me all lined up, I felt some cool air hit my butthole, and then the cold lotion hit my hole! I jumped and laughed a little. I made a lot of different sounds as I felt his lotion covered fingers push right inside of me. It was burning, it was ripping me up, it hurt but it also felt good. I felt my dick getting harder. He leaned on my back and said a bunch of stuff I couldn't figure out. I could feel his boner and pubes grinding into my butt. It was a different feeling for me. He then raised up, I felt the tip of his dick pushing against my butt. I was all lotioned up and could feel my butthole being all slippery. I knew his dick was lined up with my hole but when his dickhead pushed inside of me, I started to scramble off the bed. The guy took his hand and pressed it against the back of my neck. He pushed me into the bed. I started to tell him not to do it when I felt my asshole rip open, I couldn't scream as hard as I tried. I tried to make noise but I could barely make a sound. He rammed his dick into my hole, and then three more times slammed it deep as he could. It was hurting but I could also feel some good. It was like my dick was being pushed at the back side. I could feel my balls getting hit by his. Each time he slammed his dick in my ass it hurt but it also got feeling better each time. He did let go of my neck but I was thrashing around on the bed. I grabbed huge handfuls of the bed and sheets. I even bit the bed a few times. Up until the end, I would have asked him to stop, if I could have talked. It was feeling great when he stopped long enough to squirt more lotion on his dick that he pulled out part way. When he started again, he was pumping fast. His hands were grabbing my hips hard and pulling me back and forth. His body was slapping my butt hard and fast. His balls bouncing off of mine. I heard him start to squeak and I could tell he was about to cum. And then he exploded. I couldn't believe he was cuming inside of me. And I felt it too, I felt the cum squirt right in me. I was concentrating on how the cum felt and barely noticed he pulled out his limp dick. He patted my butt and told me sternly to go to sleep. He didn't want to talk at all. He got in his bed, rolled over with the covers and went to sleep. It took me a little bit to get my covers and pillows all straighten out. Then I had to shit so bad. I was actually holding my butthole with a hand as I ran into the bathroom. I emptied out everything, especially his cum. I couldn't feel if it was lotion or cum but it felt like my butthole was so big that I could shit a football and leave room for a fart. I was also thinking about leaving. I wasn't sure how I felt about what happened and I thought it might be the easiest thing to just leave. I thought about it, I didn't know where I was, or how to get back to the airport. The taxi was almost $30 and I had $3 and that $50, I wasn't sure if that would get me back. I stood in the bathroom for awhile. I was completely naked, and I wasn't sure if I could find my shorts and t-shirt, and I was going to give up on my underwear. I looked out a couple of times and the guy was snoring and sound asleep. I was tired, already been fucked, the bed looked great, so I decided to go to bed and sleep. I stayed awake just a little, but then fell asleep faster than I thought I would. I don't remember anything else, I slept all night long. Then I felt a push on my hip. I thought I was back at camp and was getting woken up by the counselor. I squirmed a little bit. The hand shook me now. I heard a voice tell me to scoot up. I did and then all my covers were pulled off. I reached around fast for them and then I realized it was the guy waking me up. I felt his hand start rubbing my naked butt. At first not near my crack, just on the buns. It was a little soothing actually. I felt his boner slap against my butt. It would slap loud enough to make a real noise. He lined his dick up and slid it up and down my crack. He stopped and began to feel around on the nightstand. When he said, fuck the lotion, I saw it and grabbed it right away. I handed it to him, I wanted it to slide as much as it could. I was still sore and I was afraid it would hurt worse. But I also remember my hole opening and closing, just waiting for his dick to push in there. And it did, I thought he was going to take his time putting it in, but after the whole head was in, he slammed hard. I couldn't even move. When I caught my breath, I bit down on the pillow. I know I was even crying a little. But is did start to feel better. I even started to hump my hips. He came out of my hole a few times, it felt much better when he put his dick back in me. He made me stay still as he built up his cum. He was cussing and moaning as he was about to cum and then yelled when he shot into me. I could feel it each time again. He layed on top of my, one hand under me and playing with my nipple. I could feel his limp dick flinch a few times. I was staying awake but about the time I decided to close my eyes and just go to sleep like that, he got up. He told me to get dressed and go to the lobby and eat breakfast. It was free, so I didn't have to worry about the money I had. He was going to take a shower and after I came back from breakfast we would go to the airport. I found my underwear all messed up in the sheets, put on the same shorts and t-shirt and went down to eat. And I ate like I was starved for a week. Just plain old bacon and scrambled eggs but I had huge piles of each. I thought about leaving again without going back. I worried what would happened to my butt. I felt cum leak out twice. There were people around me. I hadn't combed my hair, no shoes at all, I was already stinky from camp, now I was smelling like sex. I could smell the cum and ass. I just stayed in the corner and ate and ate. I decided that was enough, when I went back to the room I was going to tell him that was all I could handle. As I walked back to the room, I farted and it lasted about 10 minutes, and more of his cum slid out. I had to knock to get back in. He was all clean, still in a towel and hair wet. He was in a very good mood again. He talked to me about breakfast, and just barely about last night. Most of what he said was that it was wild and fun. He was out at the mirror and sink part and I told him I had to go to the bathroom. I never shit in front of any one but I didn't have all that much choice, I was either going to shit my pants or do it on the toilet. We kept talking as I was doing it. He barely took his eyes off of me, staring at my dick. He finally walked away to put underwear on and I did the paperwork and got out. I never did get to see his dick or balls, not even a glimpse, he was behind me when it was out. He told me I needed a shower real bad, I couldn't argue at all. I dug out a clean t-shirt, but my short were about the cleanest I had. I compared the smell of them and checked to see if cum had leaked out on to them. There was wet spots but they didn't show and they smelled the best. My underwear was lost though. They were nasty in front and back. Cum and poop and sweaty. The others I had in the backpack were too nasty to put on. I just tossed them into the trash can. Showered quick and then dried off in front of the guy. I was feeling good by that time. I was also having fun watching his boner pop out in his underwear as I twisted around getting dry. When I was presentable and as clean as I could get, the guy put pants and a shirt on. Told me I had to get to the airport, the planes were ready. As I grabbed my backpack, I noticed that my underwear were no longer in the trash can. I was ready to get into another cab when I was told to get into a van from the hotel to take me to the airport. I felt so damn dumb right then, if I had known I could do that, I realized I could have left during the night. But then that funny feeling in my ass reminded me that I really did like the feeling. I decided if the guy wanted to do me one more time I would. They threw my backpack in the back of the van and then the guy called me over to the side. He thanked me for the night and said great things about me, then he pulled the front of my shorts out and stuff a hand inside. I could feel the money as he mashed my dick and balls around. I was scared again, the guys in the hotel could almost see me, and the cars going by could see me if they looked. It didn't last long and he had me go get on the van. With no underwear on, some of the money slipped out the leg of my shorts. I had to shake it all down and pick it up. The old driver looked at me real strange but just smiled and got the door closed. I was at the airport, waiting another 4 hours for my plane before I counted my money. I had $360 that he put down the front of my shorts, and $50 from the night before. I never had that kind of money for just me. I even had 2 $100 bills, I never even held them before. For the rest of the day, my butthole twitched, it felt like I needed something inside. I had so much time that I hid in a restroom stall and jacked twice. My dick was sore and with no underwear on, it was sensitive the whole flight. It didn't get much better when my parents picked me up. It was a long ride back home and I had to tell them all about my camp. I was so tempted to say something about how I spent the night before. I did slip up a couple of times when I said something about the bed or pillow in the hotel. I went right to bed and it was horrible when I had to get up on Monday for school. I have thought about that several times but it was as I went into that same restroom at DFW and saw the stall that it all began that I remembered it and wanted to write it down. It did affect me over the years, mostly good, sometimes some angst, and it led to some other experiments the next few years.