Message-ID: <041303Z06011995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss From: an145384@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an145384@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 6 Jan 1995 04:07:39 UTC Subject: RestArea(mm,oral,teen/man) Lines: 208 DISCLAIMER: This is a story detailing homosexual activity between a man and a boy. Interested parties 18 and older only please. Author's Note: (A#) I read a posting recently from a guy asking if anyone had ever had any similiar experiences in rest areas, and it spawned me to compose this short story. All comments will be replied to and are encouraged. Bill FIRST SPURT IN REST-AREA When I was 13, my mom and I were on our way home from Chicago, and stopped at a rest area. Well, I had to take a shit pretty bad, and all of my shits take a long time, so I was in the bathroom for a while. It was a week day, and there wasn't too much traffic in the rest area. I had noticed that the stall next to mine had been occupied just as long as mine. I figured the guy was taking a healthy shit too. But, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a hand stroking a dick. Well, being 13, I always had non-stop hard-ons, and I knew then that other cocks turned me on, even though I'd never sucked or felt one before. I had fantasized about cock since I caught my brother jacking off when I was 4. The guy in the next stall increased his tempo. My cock grew harder, and I had to take care of it, so I started stroking too. The guy next to me must have heard me too, because he abruptly stopped. This scared me, so I stopped too. There was dead silence in the bathroom for about 2 minutes, then the guy started jacking off again. I started too. Then, the guy moaned. Well, I was too shy to moan back, but I kept beating off. Back then, I could pump for a long time without shooting. Well, after they guy realized that I wasn;t going to react other than pumping myself, he stopped jacking off and started whispering in my direction. "Hey, you! Excuse me...Hi...I'm Dan. What's your name?" My voice trembled as I answered back. "I'm Bill. Hi, Dan. What's up?" I think he could tell that I was young because he paused briefly before speaking again. I continued stroking my cock. "Would you mind if I came over to your stall? I'd like to ask you about something?" I knew the guy wanted to look at my cock. I was scared to death, but excited too. I really wanted some cock. It was like doing something you knew you weren;t supposed to do, but you knew that if you did it, you'd get SO much pleasure out of it. "Sure, come on over. Let me wipe my ass first." I said. I wiped myself, but kept sitting on the toilet. I unlatched the door. The guy zipped up his pants and came over. Dan was an older guy of about 40. He was balding, had a beer belly and wore a Budweiser baseball cap. I could smell a hint of Old Spice on him as he drew near. He smiled at me and offered his hand in a shake. "Bill, Dan here. How the hell are you?" "Fine." I replied meekly. _I've got to hurry this thing up before my mom starts pounding on the damn bathroom door._ I thought. Dan surveyed my 7 inch hard teenage cock with bright, lustful eyes. He licked his lips. "I noticed that you were going to town over here with your hand. I see that you are in a bad way. Would you like some help with that thing?" I looked at him, straight in the eye. We didn't need to speak any more. The man pulled his jeans down and exposed the largest cock I had ever seen. My eyes must have bulged because he looked embarrassed. "I know it's pretty big, but I've never measured it. I've had a few women walk out on me when they've seen it. They were afraid I was going to rip them apart. Don't worry, I won;t force it down your throat or anything. Just lick it and nibble on it. Have you ever sucked a guy before?" Dan asked. I must have blushed because my cheeks were burning. "No, sir. I haven't even touched one other than mine." He smiled warmly. "Well, nothing to fear. Old Dan will teach you everything you need to know." Enough was enough. I was pressed for time, and this guy was talking like we had hours to fuck around. "Hey, my mom is going to knock on the door if we don't hurry." The old guy frowned, nodded and stepped closer. His cock bobbed in my face. "Take it slow, boy. Just lick the head a little first." Just as I stuck my tongue on his dick, the door to the bathroom squeeled open. I almost bit his cock in shock and fear. Dan placed his hand on my head gently as if reassuring me. I resumed tonguing the large head of the massive rod in my face. I heard someone pissing nearby. I placed my lips on the underside of Dan's cock and started to mouth him with my lips. I put alot of spit on his dick with my mouth and licked him all over. I was really starting to enjoy it. His hand pressed harder on my head. I realized then that my slurping was becoming too loud. Good thing the other guy in the bathroom was still pissing. I heard someone fart. The water starting running in the sink as I put the head of Dan's cock in my mouth for the first time and started to suck him. Another fart sounded from the stranger in the bathroom. I could see from the expression on Dan's face that he was straining, trying not make any sounds of ecstacy. I knew that I was making him feel good. There's nothing like the smell of good, clean, hard cock. That day, I smelled it for the first time, and became hooked. Even years after I married a woman, I still craved clean, hard male cock. It was like a special cologne that drove me crazy. The smell of cock made my own cock roar to life everytime. Through the years since my boyhood, I've caught whiff's of the male scent in bathrooms, locker rooms and showers. I could tell that *someone* had been hard by the scent. I always wondered if the cock I smelled had been able to gush the wonderful white stuff that I began to love at age 13. This very day, in May 1978. The stranger finally left the bathroom with the loud slamming of the door. We were once again alone. Dan let out a soft moan as he petted my head lovingly with his hands. "Kid, for someone who's never sucked dick, you sure are good at it!" He exclaimed. Wow! I was good at it? That compliment made me want to do it even more. I took more of his large cock in my mouth and almost choked as the mushroom-shaped head made contact with the back of my throat. This was not the day I would learn to deep-throat. Hell, I didn't even know what deep-throat was back then. I released enough of his cock to atleast get my air flowing again. I licked it as I sucked. He began groaning louder. Dan closed his eyes tight, and ground his hips into my face. He was very gentle as he began pumping into my face. He never tried to stuff more cock into my mouth than he knew I could handle. But, his pace increased. I placed my arms around him and felt his bare ass. I layed with the tiny hairs on his ass as he pumped my mouth. I felt his sweaty sking with my hands. Smelled his musk with my nostrils. My cock was raging from the sensual overload I was receiving. Dan tensed, pulled his cock out just so his head was in my mouth and roared in passion. "FFffFFFuuUUuuuccckkkkkkk!" I choked on the first spurt. I didn't taste it right away because it happened so suddenly. It just caught me by total surprise. It felt like cotton candy being stoved down my throat at first and I gagged. It didn;t feel like liquid at all. It was so THICK! Then, my tastebuds took full control and I grimaced. My first taste of male semen wasn't exactly pleasant. I had read in dirty magazines that you showed someone that you liked them when blowing them by swallowing their sperm. Keep in mind, this was a heterosexual mag I read and it was women saying this about swallowing a guy's cum. But, I agreed. This guy was nice to me. I felt that I'd insult him if I didn;t swallow his stuff. So, I began swallowing rapidly. Each time I swallowed a load, he's fill my mouth again. This continued for probably a whole minute. His whole body relaxed. His sweat felt icy to the touch. I could feel that his cock had soften alittle. It wasn't as hard as steel as it had once been, but he was still somewhat hard. But, no time. I took his dick out of my mouth after it was evident that he was finished shooting his seed. His eyes came open and he looked very tired. He gave me a weary smile as he put his cock back in his jeans. He reached into a back pocket, pulled out his wallet. I thought: _Oh, great! he's going to try to pay me. Knowing my luck, he's a cop, and is reaching for his badge._ He handed me a business card. It had his name, address and phone number. "Call me sometime, kid, and I'll be glad to return the favor and teach you anything you want to know. I live alone and own my own business, so it's completely safe. Just call me, and I'll pick you up whereever you want me to. No one will know." I took the card and put it in my pocket as he disappeared from the stall. As I was trying to fit my cock back into my jeans (it hurt like hell), I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. Just as I was waiting for my dick to go down, my mom began pounding on the bathroom door. "Billy, are you done yet? Hell, I could get raped out here in the time it takes you to go to the bathroom......" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. 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