Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:04:14 -0700 (PDT) From: John Pearce Subject: Ferry Ride Encounter 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. _____________________________________________________________________ This is kind of a companion piece to "at his mercy" listed on March 23. If you want to see what led to this experience for me, you might want to read it before going further. _____________________________________________________________________ The experience in the courthouse that I'd had several months earlier, had now set the stage for what I knew I really wanted and craved. One might think that at eleven years of age a person doesn't really know much of anything, but I knew how much I had loved putting an older man's penis in my mouth, and I desperately craved that experience again. For the next several months I repeatedly fantasized that I might meet that stranger in some restroom somewhere else and that he would cum all over my face again and this time in my mouth. And whenever I had the opportunity to go into a men's room, whether shopping with mom or out on my own, I looked in desperation for him but to no avail. There were other `sight' encounters, where a man at a urinal next to me would notice my interest and show me his cock, but that was it. One late night, coming home on the Staten Island Ferry from a Broadway show with my uncle Fred, I went down to the first level to the dingy, dirty restrooms in order to take an eager piss (though I'd told him that I had to shit, just in case I was `detained'). "Put toilet paper on the seat, those bathrooms can get pretty nasty," he'd said before I departed. As I entered the restroom I saw that there were already two men at the urinals. I thought I might have interrupted something, the way the guy closest to me quickly zipped himself up and left the bathroom. I noticed the other man was still at the far urinal and I immediately felt that nervous pang of excitement because he was obviously not leaving. But then I saw that he was so close to the urinal, I couldn't see anything sticking out of his pants. He was a white guy probably in his thirties or forties and was wearing a business suit of some kind. I remember thinking that he was probably like many of the men that hated being watched by people like me and that's why he was pushed up against the urinal -- I'd seen it before and I never really gave them much more attention when I encountered them. When I started to pee, I looked once more at him and saw him look at me, then smile. I smiled back and that must've been a signal for him, for he pulled back from the urinal and proudly displayed his fully erect cock of maybe 7 inches or so. I was shocked and quite pleased and all I did was stare at it for several seconds. He rewarded my interest with a slow stroking action that soon made me as hard as stone. I then pulled back and decided to also show him my own five-inch cock. He mouthed the words `Nice'. And with that I also began to stroke it for him. I was nervous, excited and wanted him to take control, to be dominant with me and do what my black friend had done several months earlier. He pulled back and started walking toward me, his hard cock bouncing up and down as my heart began racing and that nervous, tingling sensation in my belly began reaching new heights. He stood in front of the urinal next to mine and looked once at the door way which was semi-blocked by a partition, then smiled at me. No words exchanged. He just reached down and grabbed my cock and began stroking it gently. It was the first time that any other hands but my own had touched me down there and I was in lustful heaven. My breathing got faster, my heart rate doubled and I began feeling that same submissive feeling that ruled my senses the last time I had been with a stranger. He wasn't as tall as that black guy was but tall enough that his cock was about a foot below my eye level. He hadn't even unbuttoned his pants - his hard cock was just sticking up out of his zipper through his pants - somehow the site of it jutting out of his open zipper really excited me for some reason. I just stared at his beautiful large cock while he stroked me, wondering if I would get the chance to stick it in my mouth. I knew that if he continued his incredible handling of me for much longer, I would be Cuming in no time. Then he suddenly stopped and stuffed his cock back in his pants. I immediately did the same, thinking he'd heard someone walked in or something. Then and whispered: "Let's go to one of the stalls". I didn't know what a stall was till he led me back to the row of toilets against the far wall. We went into the last one and he closed the door then drew the latch. I was now panting with an overpowering excitement as well as with a little twinge of fear. He sat on the toilet, unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to the floor. I felt a bit bashful being half naked before a stranger, but the feeling soon subsided as he began to fondle me again. He was taking great care to please me -- brushing his fingers along my balls, slowly stroking the head and the shaft, squeezing me in all the right places -- I was experiencing sensations that my young hands had never had the knowledge to produce. As I looked at his face I could see that he was in absolute awe at having this young kid before him to have his way with. Little did he know how far I would be willing to go if he just commanded me. I looked down at his groin and could see the bulging outline of his stiffened cock and I remember thinking how great it would be to see the real thing, when he suddenly engulfed my entire penis into his mouth in one swift motion. I almost fell back against the wall, startled from this action. And then my mind practically went blank from sensations that, until then, I could never imagine ever experiencing. His tongue was swirling around my little cock like a liquid tornado of electric pleasure. My eyes were closed and my head was tilted back in pure ecstasy as I felt sensation after sensual moist sensation wash over my entire body. I remember opening my eyes for a moment and seeing a crack in the dirty ceiling right above me. I stared at this long fissure that stretched across the whole ceiling not thinking, not registering, not imagining anything else in the universes except it and the pleasure swirling around me. All that existed was that crack in the ceiling and that incredible in/out out motion of moist heaven that was happening to the middle region of my body. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar sensation building up in my cock that would erupt through my remaining awareness into erotic oblivion. And then he stopped. My head dropped down and I found him looking up at me smiling. "Can't let that happen yet, now can we?" He said. He then stood up and motioned me to sit on the toilet. I was afraid that any quick action would push my cock over the edge to orgasmic play land -- that's how close I was. So I sat down slowly on this dirty, pissed stained toilet -- I didn't care, though, even as I sat on it - I had a good idea about what was going to now take place. He un-zippered his pants and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing boxer shorts, which I always found sexy. They were black with gold diamonds on them. He didn't pull them down but just opened the gap in front and pulled is semi-erect cock out. The sight was thrilling to me, as his cock just plopped out and hung right there before my eyes. I now knew for sure that there was no barriers to what I'd fantasized doing over and over again for the last several months. Here it was, a beautiful, large cock belonging to a real older man who wanted the thrill of having is dick sucked by an eager eleven year old boy. He couldn't possibly know that the thrill I was experiencing far outweighed his, exponentially. I remember thinking to my self as I watched his dick grow harder and larger by the anticipation he was feeling -- `so this is what it is to be gay, to yearn for the touch and taste of another man's penis.' For months now I'd taken the liberty of practicing how far I could take a dick down my throat with a toy Star Wars Light Saber I'd gotten for Christmas. Closed eyes, sucking a piece of plastic, imagining it was that black man in the courthouse. I knew I'd be able to take at least 4 inches into my mouth now, not just the 2 inches I took with the guy in the courthouse. The only big difference was that this was a live, pulsing, veiny, smelly man's cock, and it was a bit thicker than the toy I'd practiced on The sight of his hairy, musky smelling cock sticking out of his underwear was sending nervous chills through my body. I reached up with my right hand and grab what I could of the base of his penis -- again the thrill chills covered my body like electrical charges along inadequate power lines. It was now protruding in the air, the head pointing up at my forehead, so I began pulling it down to be level with my mouth. As I did this, the ferry stranger inched his pelvis forward so his dick was now just an inch from my mouth. "Go ahead..." he said to me in a guttural whisper. I opened my mouth and moved my head forward till his red bulging dick head was in my mouth. He groaned softly and said: "Yeah... that's it little boy." I was in ecstasy, breathing heavy, swirling my tongue around the tip of his head as he had done to my whole penis. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the close up of his cock sticking out of his boxer shorts, a tuft of hair escaping the opening, wishing that this could go on for hours. I went down another inch and felt the beautiful cock in my mouth surge from the pleasure this stranger was feeling. He groaned again to let me know how much I was pleasing him. Then he put one hand my shoulder, and the other hand he rested on my little head. I was praying that he would push down on the back of my head but he didn't, so I just stopped where I was, going no deeper, urging to do it from the shear will of wanting the pleasure of my throat against his cock head. It didn't take long for him to meet my desire, but what he did was quite unexpected. He lifted his other hand off my shoulder and with both hands he grasped my entire head in a very tight grip. Then he pushed down hard and fast, pushing four inches of his cock into my mouth, past my tongue and into my throat. I gagged a little as his head hit the back of my throat but he just held me there with a tight grip that I could never imagine being able to escape from. I was suddenly afraid, as I was finding it hard to breath and was fearful that he was going to hurt me. "Breath through your nose." He whispered, and then he eased up and let me pull back a bit but not entirely. I still had at least two-inches in my mouth. "You don't know how good that felt... having a little boy's mouth so far down my cock." My fear began to evaporate, I mean, wasn't this what I wanted? To be at the sexual mercy of an older man, to have him force me to please him till he was finished with me and I was left alone on this dirty toilet with nothing but a sweat memory and the taste of his cum in my mouth and throat? I didn't give him a chance -- I wanted to prove that I was his servant and that I could take what ever he forced onto me -- I dove down fast on his cock just as fast as he had forced me to do, taking the same four inches that were wet with my saliva deep into my mouth. His body jerked from the surprise thrust of my willing head, and the groan that escaped his mouth was louder than I'm sure he'd intended. I retracted my head than went down again, slower this time so I could take in even more of this hard, throbbing pole of flesh I was worshipping so loveingly. Down and up again, down and up -- I kept doing all the things I remembered him doing to me just minutes earlier. I remember at one point looking up at his face and seeing him with his mouth open looking at my pleasing him with a near disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn't belief that an adolescent boy could do what I was doing to him and love every precious second of it. When I looked back down at the base of his cock sticking out his shorts I suddenly felt his grip on my head get really tight, almost to the point of pain. I had a pretty good idea that he was going to shove me down hard, so I opened my throat quickly in anticipation. Instead, he held my head in place and began to fuck my mouth slowly. I couldn't believe what was happening to me -- he was truly using my mouth like some sexual receptacle and I was in complete euphoric lust from this new experience. Each time he pushed himself into my mouth he went deeper, held me there for a few seconds than pulled back again. He did this quite a bit and at several points I felt his cock get really hard and he would just stop his thrusting, holding my head rock still till his cock softened back to a normal erection before continuing. From my own masturbation experience, I was sure that he was stopping him self from Cuming, enjoying as much of the use of my eager mouth that he could get away with. My own dick was hurting now from wanting explode in absolute pleasure, but still I didn't touch it -- my small hands still resting on each of his large thighs. I know I could have gone on like this for hours, but I also knew that my uncle would start getting worried if I didn't get back soon. But I also yearned for his cum -- having tasted it only once in my life, I wanted to, no, needed to have a man shoot it into my mouth this time, not on my face like the courthouse stranger had done. And I knew just what to do. As he slowly fucked my mouth again and again, I waited till he got close to Cumming to make my move. When his cock started pulsing hard again and he stopped with it deep in my mouth, I started swirled my tongue quickly back and forth on the bottom where it feels so great to us uncircumcised men. And that was it. "Ohhh... you little fuck." He said, and then started fucking my mouth fast and hard, almost violently until my prize was finally administered. The first shot of his warm tingling cum hit the back of my throat so hard that it went down into my stomach before I could even swallow. And then it just kept coming, as he pounded his cock deep into my mouth, forcing most of it down my throat. I started gagging towards the end from the mass of his cock coupled with the mixture of saliva and cum I was being forced to swallow. I remember this one last, hard thrust where I coughed, almost to the point of vomiting and a bunch of cum splurtied out of my nose and out the sides of my mouth. And then he pulled away. It had happened so fast that, even though I'd enjoyed being his mouth slave, the force he'd used to make himself cum in my mouth left me feeling a little dizzy and somewhat abused. I looked up at him with what probably looked like a mixture of fear and shock in my eyes. He said, with an almost angry tone in his low, whispering voice: "I hope you liked that as much as I did." I nodded, a little fearful that any other reply would not be well received -- beside the fact that I had enjoyed it, for the most part. I started wiping off the cum and saliva that was all over my nose and mouth with the back of my hand. He reached down and grabbed my hand and brought it to my face. "Lick it off" He said, again with that angry, commanding tone. I obeyed, sure that he was going to leave me alone now for me to jerk off with the memory of all that had just transpired. Instead, he got down on his knees and dove his mouth down onto my still rock hard penis. It was only moments before I exploded into absolute ecstasy, the sky crushing down on me through that crack in the ceiling above, down into the nervous system of my young body where it played like a hundred piece orchestra performing "The Rite of Spring". It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt yet and having the tingling taste of his cum in my mouth and throat intensified it three fold. He stood up and pulled his pants up and just when he was about to tuck his cock into his shorts I stopped him. "Can I taste it one last time?" I asked, like a little boy wanting to lick the cake batter off the mixing bowl spoon. He giggled and put his hands on his hips. "Go ahead." I put his now limp cock into my mouth and took it all the way till my nose was against his shorts. I breathed in, taking that manly musk aroma into my memory and then I pulled back. "You're incredible kid." He said, then took a card out of his wallet and gave it to me. "That's my work number. Call me if you ever want to come by my apartment. We could have some real fun." With that he turned and left the bathroom. As I cleaned my self up and got ready to leave I was about to put his card in my wallet, but decided to throw it in the toilet instead. If he could be so forceful to me in a public restroom, what could he be capable of in his apartment where no one was in earshot? But I also knew that I would be masturbating to this memory for a very long time, as well as the fanasy of what might have happened had I taken him up on his offer.