Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2012 15:33:39 -0400 (EDT) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Jersey Shore Bathrooms (gay/adult yoiuth, oral, anal, m/M...) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2012 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Jersey Shore Bathrooms By Wolf When I was 13 years old my family lived about forty five minutes from the Jersey Shore. One day I managed to be hanging out at the local mall. I had to go to the bathroom and I happened to know where the entrance to the back of the mall hall was. That led to the back way into the shops, where the merchandise was delivered to the shops. There was a bathroom back there for the use of all of the shops staff and deliverymen. I slipped through the double door and made my way to the bathroom. I barely noticed that there was only one guy in there when I entered one of the stalls. I dropped my pants and sat down to do my business. Then there came a knock on the metal door. A voice demanded that I open the door. I could see the size twelve shoes under the door. I was too innocent to know that I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I opened the door. I leaned forward and unlatched the door, and it swung open, the guy was standing there in khaki pants and official polo shirt with a plastic name plate and title on it. His pants were open and I was looking eye to eye with an adult fully engorged cock sticking out of his pants along with some dark pubic hair. He entered the stall and closed the door behind him. Then he used both hands to pull my head towards his cock. I opened my mouth when the knob of his cock touched my lips. He fucked my mouth until he shot his load into my mouth. He held my head against his crotch until I swallowed his cum. I could smell his moist pubic hair, and feel the coarseness of his pubic hair. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth he still had a hard-on. He picked me up by my armpits. My pants were still down around my knees. He turned me around and forced me to bend over. I had to support myself by hanging onto the toilets plumbing fixture. He spread my butt cheeks with his hands and spit on my asshole. Before I knew it he was shoving his dick into my asshole. It took him some time to reach a second climax. When he finished squirting in me, he pulled out. He wiped his dick with toilet paper and tossed it into the toilet, before stuffing his dick back into his pants and zipping them up. He simply said, "Nice fuck kid, we must do it again!" I sat back down and cried as he left the bathroom. It was quiet except for my muffled sobs. I eventually wiped my ass, pulled up my pants and flushed the toilet before I left. I didn't wash my hands or face. I realized that I had just been raped, but I actually relived that the event was over, and I replayed it over in my mind again and again. It took me awhile to come to grips with the thrill of it all. I have been visiting that same bathroom for thirty years now. I became well known by every male employee of that mall. I hardly ever left without sucking a cock or getting fucked. Some of those truck drivers could be rough trade, but they sure knew how to fuck ass. For some reason I developed a fetish for smelly socks and feet. There was this one truck driver that wore engineering boots. His sweat socks were permanently stained with the oils use to make the boots water repellent. I can't even describe how raunchy his socks and feet smelled. He made me smell his feet and stuffed his socks in my mouth one time while he stuck his big toe in my ass. He fucked my ass with his toes and banged my head against the wall of the toilet. He made me suck his toes clean after he used them to fuck me. After that I actually looked for men with smelly socks and feet. That same fat truck driver also had the strongest smelling armpits I ever smelled. He relished making me lick his armpits. That became another fetish that went along with smelling raunchy crotches. Smell became everything to me. My parents decided to go to Atlantic City to gamble one time. They took me along with them. They knew full well that minors were not allowed on the gambling floors, so they gave me some money and lots of quarters to use playing the arcade games on the boardwalk. I made my way to an arcade shop and started playing the electronic games. The place started filling up with patrons, most of them were teenagers and pre-teens like to me. There were a few adults playing the games. While I was concentrating on my game I became aware of a tall figure standing behind me. He was watching me playing. At one point he stepped up close behind me and offered suggestions to win the game. His advice was beneficial. The next thing I noticed was his body pressing against my back. I felt the bulge in his pants, and knew he was getting a hard-on. He was even reaching around to put quarters in my machine. He eventually reached around me and placed his hand on the front of my pants. When I didn't object he started squeezing my dick. I just continued playing the game. He whispered in my ear that he would like to show me the games on his computer. The constant din of noise in the arcade prevented anyone from hearing what we were saying. Anyone wishing to talk to someone had to have their mouth almost touching the ear of the person. So I had to turn my head and put my mouth right against his ear, as I told him that I would love that. We made our way to the exit and headed towards a side street leading away from the beach. My heart was pounding because I was fully aware that this man was obviously looking to get in my pants. He asked me where my parents were. I assured him that my parents were gambling and wouldn't be back to the hotel room until very later that night. He gave me a warm smile and took me by the hand. It was just a short walk to a cheap motel. He opened the door and ushered me in. The double bed was made by the motel staff. There was a small table near the window with two chairs, a cheap dresser with a plastic tray with a pitcher of water and two plastic glasses, next to a 32 inch television. There was a DVD hooked up to the TV. I suspect that he had attached it. He stuck a video into the machine it turned out to be a video of two burly hairy men fucking a young teenager in the ass and mouth. It had the desired effect, I had a raging hard-on. The man was quick to notice, and started rubbing my crotch. I also felt his crotch to let him know I was horny for sex too. We started taking each other's clothes off. I was impressed with the cologne he had on. It had a clean fragrance combined with a citrus smell. I suspected that he was about forty years old. When he removed his shirt, he was exposing a hairy chest. I watched him finish removing the rest of his clothes, and when his cock flipped up over the elastic waistband of his underwear I was impressed with the size of his cock. He lifted his scrotum up after stepping out of his pants and underwear. He jacked-off right in front of my face, as he asked me if he could take my clothes off. When I agreed, he unfastened my pants and unzipped them. With my pants unfastened he pulled my shirt off of me. It was a warm night so I didn't have a T-shirt on. He ran his big hands all over my smooth chest and belly. When his hand got near the waistband of my underwear I felt my dick respond. The front of my 'Fruit of the Loom' underwear was tented out in front of my body like a tent pole underneath my underwear. When he brushed the front of my underwear it almost bent my cock double. He squeezed my cock through the material. It was like he was in no hurry to see what my package looked like. He slipped a finger under the waistband and pulled the front down slowly exposing my young cock. I still had a foreskin, but it didn't completely cover the knob of my dick. My balls were held tightly against my body as my cock sprang up and down like a spring. When he started sucking my cock I almost pissed in his mouth. It was thrilling the way he held my balls while he sucked my cock. It was very rewarding having sex with him. I came in his mouth. After he swallowed my cum, I expected that he would have me suck his cock, but he had other ideas. He virtually picked me up like a baby and draped me over his bed, like I was praying. I felt him pour something cold on the crack of my ass. Then I felt his finger force the liquid into my asshole. There was a pause while he coated his cock with whatever the liquid was. I knew what he was planning to do, and it thrilled me. When he stared forcing his cock into my asshole it hurt like hell, it was all I could do to keep from screaming. When he actually started fucking me the pain was in waves with every in thrust, but my cock responded with another hard- on. I even managed to squirt some more cum on his bed while he was fucking my ass. I was grunting like a little piglet with every thrust. My little cock was rubbing against the sheet with every thrust. Eventually he stopped moving and laid on top of my back, and he rested his head next to my ear, and I felt his breath on my neck and ear. There was no doubt that he had cum in my ass because I could feel the warm liquid leaking out of my asshole, and trickling down my balls to make a wet spot on the sheet. I couldn't believe how much I felt pride in pleasing an adult man. I knew I had found my calling. I found that I could tell when men were interested in having sex with me. I would visit them until they either moved away or I found another man that pleased me more. While I was a young adult between jobs I found out that there was a shower and bathroom in the middle of the beach on the boardwalk. The very last stall had a glory-hole in the partition separating the next stall. I used to sit in that stall all day and suck off men, but I really developed a taste for the preppy Italian college boys. To hear them tell it they were all made men in the mafia. They talked big and touch but they sure like having their cocks sucked, and fucking asses. I did get beat up one time. That was when I found a really big brut to look out for me. Any time I thought someone as getting too rough he would handle it. When he finished with them they never came around again. One of my best moments took place in that stall. A guy came in and stood against the partition while sticking his cock through the hole. I went to work sucking his cock for him, then I heard the voice of a child ask, "Daddy are you through yet?" The guy said, "In a minute son!" he squirted cum in my mouth at that point. I just had to open the door of my stall to check out the man and his son as they left the bathroom. I suspect that he was in his early thirties and the boy couldn't have been more than ten years old. I had wet dreams about that man and his son for a long time. Until that day I had never sought out any youths to have sex with, but after that day I couldn't help looking at every youth as a sexual object. I didn't know how to approach one. I figured if I simply asked them to stick their dicks through a glory-hole would frighten them. I feared that they would report me, and I would get in trouble. I sure didn't want to be labeled a child predator. Hanging around a bathroom was enough to draw attention of cops as it was. I managed to avoid drawing unwanted attention from the authorities. I became aware of a young boy that was also hanging around the bathroom far too much to be an accident. I eventually suggested that I buy him a burger. We headed to a local joint where you had to stand at a counted to eat. I bought him a burger, French fries and a coke. I chose to buy pastrami and fries with a large coffee. While we ate he grew bold about rubbing his body against my legs. I have to admit that I got a boner from his flirtation. I told him that he might get in trouble rubbing against adults like that. She smiled at me and said, "What kind of trouble?" I said, "Some guy might take you someplace and rape you." He smile, "Promises, promises." I asked him, "Do you want to go someplace with me to discuss this a little more?" He finished stuffing the last couple of fries into his mouth and took his coke as he took hold of my hand like a son would take his father's hand. I led him to the parking lot where my car was. I sure didn't want to do anything there. I wanted to get away to some place where no one would suspect that he wasn't my child should they see us together. I let him direct me to a place he was comfortable with. Apparently he had used this location before. It was a dark location that would allow me to see anything approaching the front of the car. There was a building wall behind the car. As soon as I turned off the engine he reached for my pants. He fumbled with them until he was able to expose my cock and balls. He wanted to kiss me while he played with my cock. He sucked on my tongue while we kissed. He jacked me off for awhile before he bent over and sucked my cock. It was a novelty to have someone sucking my cock. He sucked my cock until I fed him cum. Then while we kissed I opened his pants. I jacked him off with my finger and thumb. I eventually bent over and sucked his dick until he was satisfied. He didn't cum because he was too young. I did stick a finger up his ass, which pleased him no end. He wanted to see me again, so he gave me his cell phone number. When I worked up the nerve to call him we agreed to meet at a theater showing a science fiction movie. Rather than entering the movie we simple headed to my car. I was overwhelmed with the thrill of having sex with a boy not even as old as I had been when I sucked my first cock was making me leak pre-cum making my shorts and pants wet. I took him to a deserted building that had a bedroom suitable for our purpose. When we were inside I helped him undress, and he was just as adamant about helping me take off my clothes. When we were naked I relished smelling his socks and dirty underwear. His little cock was uncut and the foreskin dangled past the end of his cock. I pulled his foreskin back and smelled and tasted his cock. I sucked him until he begged me to stop. I played with his little asshole. When I stuck my finger in his asshole and pulled it out it had traces of shit on it and smelled like shit. I asked him if he would like me to fuck him. He wiggled his butt around and told me that he was ready. I had brought along a plastic bottle of KY to use greasing up his asshole and my cock. I wondered if he had ever been fucked before, but didn't want to ask. I preferred to find out for myself. I slowly parted his ass and positioned my cock at the entrance of his asshole. He actually bucked his butt up as I pressed down. My cock entered his ass as he was forced down onto the floor. He let out some moans, but never asked me to stop. He was begging me to fuck him faster while I was fucking his ass. I became very protective of him. I wanted to be the only person fucking him, but he could never be true to me. He wanted to fuck every man he could. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com