Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 19:20:33 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Jim Visits Public Restroom (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M) Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M 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 a consenting underage boy and an adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Jim Visits Public Restroom By Wolf I grew up in the 1950's when Detroit, home of the big three automakers were still making steel cars and trucks and increasing the size of engines to power heavy cars. Most of the parents of our neighbors worked in the manufacture of cars one way or another. All of the neighborhood boys were on the lookout for Playboy magazines because they always showed hottttt naked women. Well, it so happened that my neighbor Jimmy's dad was a truck driver and hauled cars to Kentucky and Tennessee. I later found out that Jimmy's dad kept a stash of porn mags in his truck. It seems back then those 2 states had looser restrictions on what you could buy in the adult variety. Well, I loved looking at the naked women in those mags because it showed the entire body, nothing blocked out, and even naked men with the women. Not having sex or anything like that, just posing and most had hard- ons' that amazed me. They were so big, long and so tasty looking. Also, Jimmy's dad had nudist mags which showed families all nude and being 12-years-old I liked seeing the men and their long cocks and the teen girls. I realized that a lot of the nudist pics showed men with semi-erections and I was really thrilled and curious about cocks. As a kid I had heard all about the park near our house and the "Lovers Lane" that was there. A friend and I would go there and look for used condoms. (Which his brother had told us about.) We would pick up the condoms with sticks and comment on how they smelled and the liquid inside of them. I used to go back sometimes and retrieve some of them and use them in my masturbation fantasies. At that time, I was beating off usually 2 or 3 times a day during the summer and maybe 1 or 2 times when school was in session. I was told by others that told me about another spot for sex, but this was for "queers." It was a bathroom along the main road going into the park, about a half male into the park. Rouge Park was over six miles long, a mile wide and had all sorts of activities for people. I was really curious about that bathroom. One day I decided to go there and see what it was all about. I rode my bicycle there by myself telling my mom that I was going to the park's swimming pools. I finally located the bathroom and stood outside with my bike, just looking and seeing what was going on. Men drove up in their cars and I retreated across the road and sat at a picnic table watching. I thought about going across the road and going into the restroom a few times, but I chickened out. During almost an hour I was there, about ten men stopped and went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. I was curious to find out what they doing? I went home after I stopped by the swimming pool to get my hair and bathing suit wet so that my mom would assume that I had been swimming. A few days later I went back to the park across the street from that bathroom and sat on the same picnic table, but after about five mins I got up the courage to cross the street and go in. When I got inside there were three men there. One was standing at the urinal, the second man was sitting on the toilet, (There were no doors or Partitions.) and the third man was just standing against the wall. The man leaning against the wall walked over in front of the old grandpa kind of man sitting on the toilet, and he unzipped his pants and took out what I believed to be the largest cock in the world. It was probably seven- inches-long. The grandpa grabbed the man's cock and put it in his mouth. I couldn't believe it. What was he doing??? He kept moving his head up and down for about a minute. The man said: "I'm cumming!" and moaned and in a few seconds, he pulled his cock out of grandpa's mouth, and stuffed it back into his pants, zipped up and left. Grandpa wiped his mouth, looked over and saw me. He motioned for me to come over, the man at the urinal watched me approaching the old man. go over, Grandpa said: "Take out your penis~" I hesitated thinking that maybe he was going to bite it off. But I unzipped my shorts and took out my little three-inch hard penis and grandpa pulled me into his face and my cock was now in his mouth. OMG!!!! it felt like the stars were all around me, it felt so good. The urinal guy came over and stood next to me and started to jack off right by me. Grandpa took me to the moon and I came and got my sparkles and let out my tiny drop of clear cum. The urinal guy saw me having an orgasm and he squirted all over my shorts and legs, probably 5 or-6 shots of cum. Grandpa told the man to get lost, and he took some tissue and wiped me off. He told me to go outside and wait for him. I left quickly with cum still on my shorts and zipped up. When grandpa came out, he talked to me for a few minutes and asked: "Why did you come here?" I told him: "Some guys told me that this restroom is where gay men hang out, I was curious and came to check it out for myself." He asked: "Did you like what I did to you there?" "It was thrilling, I never experienced anything like that before, I said!" He told me: "Come down the hill to my car and I will give you my address because I need a strong boy like you to cut my lawn for $3.00 a week (A lot of money for 1959.) I told him: "That since it was the beginning of summer I could do that for him." I walked my bike down the hill and grandpa wrote down his address and phone number on a slip of paper. I almost forgot to stop by the pool to wet my hair and trunks with the chlorine water, before going home. I was 12-year-old that summer going into the 7th grade in the fall. I was 5-feet 3-inches, weighed 110 pounds and had a 3-inch cock. I learned to masturbate all on my own. I remember getting that good feeling even when I was in 3rd grade, My curiosity about my penis was weird, I started to put things up my urethra like: thermometer, swizzle sticks from parents bar. I was very much into self-pleasure. I developed a foot fetish for women's feet starting at about the age of 6. The old man was about 5-feet 8-inches tall, a little on the heavier side. He was married to a wonderful woman named Jean, who was a very devoted church goer. She went to church three hours every Wednesday night and for four hours on Saturday afternoon after she got her hair done. They lived about eight blocks from my house, pretty close to Rouge Park where he got his pleasure sucking guys in the restroom. He told me that he would like for me to visit him as much as possible. Grass cutting was a way to do it on Saturday during the week I could come over to help him clean the garage, attic, basement, clean gutters. He had a thousand things I could do for him, but it was all a ploy to be alone with him when his wife wasn't around. When she was gone, he would have me do about half an hour of work and then we'd go in the house and he would suck my dick and play with me sexually for hours. I learned how to jack him off and eventually I started to suck him off as well. On my 13th birthday he gave me a present I will never forget. HE FUCKED ME for the first time while his wife was at bible class. He mounted me after licking and fingering my asshole for a long time. It hurt a little, but he wasn't large. He was about 6-inches long, but a little bigger around than a cigar. It was really weird the first time, but it was ok. By my birthday I was able to shoot a little watery cum, not much but some. The feeling was really different from anything I had done before. He fucked me for about 2-minutes and then he came in me. When he pulled out I was amazed he shot so much into me. Not like a porn star but enough that plenty leaked out of my asshole and ran down my legs. I was over there so much that my parents commented that he and his wife were like a foster grandparent to me. The old man told me never to tell anyone, and he insisted that I date girls and bring them over to meet him and his wife. He said he didn't want me to be "Queer" and insisted I date. When I graduated from High School, he and his wife were there cheering me on. That Saturday after the graduation he must have fucked me four times before he came, He said he wanted to really enjoy US. I applied to college and he and his wife insisted on helping my father and mother pay for my tuition. Back then tuition at Wayne State in Detroit was only $400 for an entire year. Sadly, that winter before New Year's he passed away. In his will he left me enough money to pay for books and tuition for two years. I still miss him. 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 pomowolf74@gmail.com