Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 18:32:35 -0700 (PDT) From: s s Subject: The Waterpark Ride-of-my-Life The Waterpark Ride-of-my-Life I'm so excited that the weather is finally warming up! I can't wait for summer! It is always my favorite season. And as always, as it heats up, people's clothes come off! Who doesn't prefer a hot guy in a tank top to one in a big North Face jacket, right? So that's really why I love summer. Especially since I'm horny basically 24-7, and have been for almost as long as I can remember. I also love to swim. I haven't done it competitively since college, but since I graduated I joined a gym with a pool, so it's all good. When I was younger, I basically tried to spend the whole summer either lying in the sun, or in the water. Or getting fucked by some random guy, of course. Activities that came as close as possible to all three at once were even better! One of the best examples of that happened at a waterpark the summer I was thirteen. I had gone with a few of my friends from school, and my friend's mom drove us. Once we got there, though, she parked herself in a lounge chair and immersed herself in a Danielle Steele novel for the rest of the day, giving us instructions to meet back at her chair by three in the afternoon so she could drive us back to the city. I was wearing my regulation swim meet speedo (good thing I liked the school colors!), which was skimpier than the knee length board shorts that most of the other guys my age were wearing. I really didn't care, though. In fact, I kinda liked showing off my body as often as I could. It was early summer, but I already had a nice tan to set off my blonde hair, and my muscles were just starting to fill out and define themselves under my smooth skin on my five foot five frame. I also had on my mirrored sunglasses, which made it easy for me to check out all the guys in their swimsuits without being too obvious. My other three friends (who were also on the swim team with me at school) seemed to be drawn to the slides and things with the longest lines, which I thought was a total drag. After a morning of standing together in every line, we all decided to split up to do whatever we wanted until three o'clock. As soon as I had ditched them, I decided to take a break and get a slurpee to cool down a little. I was getting really tired of standing in lines for things, and the slurpee stand was no different. After that, I looked at the line for the restrooms, and decided I could hold it. As I was walking out of the food area, though, I noticed what looked like another set if restrooms, hidden behind a booth selling lame tee-shirts. Sure enough, it was another restroom, and even if it was marked 'staff only', it didn't really matter, since it was empty aside from me. It was the only time all day I had been able to avoid waiting in line! So I peed with an extra sense of satisfaction. I was just shaking a drop of pee off the end of my dick (and maybe giving it a few tugs before I stuffed it back into my swimsuit) when the door opened and in came a guy wearing a uniform short sleeved shirt, apron, and cap from one of the food stands. He didn't even seem to notice me as he walked up to the urinals, already pulling his apron aside and fumbling with his fly. He looked like he was in his thirties, standing about five foot ten, with dark hair peeking out from under his uniform cap. He also had a sexy scruff of stubble, like he had skipped shaving that morning. I could also see some of his hairy chest where the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned. As he pissed, he let out a loud sigh of relief and looked right at me. "You know this restroom is staff only, kid." The way he said it, it wasn't a question. "Yeah, sorry. Have you seen the lines out there for the public one?" I asked. "Everyone else is patiently waiting their turn, what makes you so special?" "I just am." was my smartass answer. "Well, no harm done, but why don't you leave so I can piss in privacy?" "OK, if that's what you want." "What if that's not what I want? What if I want you to come over here and watch me piss?" It didn't sound like a bad idea to me, either. I walked back over to the urinals and stood right next to him. He looked at me and laughed. "You are a bold little fucker, aren't you?" "That's what they tell me." "So, like what you see?" he asked, giving his dick a shake. I could see it thickening in his hand. "Yeah, but I want to do more than see it!" "Jesus, kid, I work here! If I get caught with you in here, I'd be lucky to just get fired!" he paused. "Your cute ass is almost worth it though." "Gee, thanks. I'm glad you like it!" I joked, pulling my swimsuit down in back to flash my ass at him. He looked nervously over to the door. "If you go past the staff restrooms and too the left, there is a storage room that no one uses during the day. That's where I'm headed, if you know what I'm saying." he said as he tucked his semi-hard cock back into his pants. I nodded and pulled my swimsuit up. I followed him out of the bathroom and down what seemed to be a service road or alley between the back-side of one of the rides and the food stalls. Looking behind me to make sure no one was watching, I slipped through the unmarked door that he had entered ahead of me. Two of the walls of the room were lined with shelves of mechanical parts, and at the end was a worktable scattered with tools. There were also boxes stacked in the middle of the floor. The man was leaning up against the edge of the table, waiting for me and rubbing the bulge in the front of his apron. I could hear the lock click shut as the door closed behind me. I walked over to him and he pulled me close to him so I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my chest through his clothes. I stuck both of my hands underneath his apron to get a better feel. He hadn't even bothered to zip up his pants underneath, so I worked my hand through his fly. He groaned as my fingers stroked his cock, and I could feel the shaft throb and get even harder under my touch. He reached around behind his back to untie his apron, pulling it off over his head and dropping it on the floor. I dropped to my knees on the bare concrete floor in front of him and he laughed. "You sure know what you are here for, don't you?" "Yeah, I sure do!" "What's that then, kid?" "This!" I said, grabbing his cock again and laughing. "I'm not complaining, but aren't you a little young to be acting like such a slut?" "Maybe I am, but I can't help it. It just comes naturally." "I won't argue with that. So get to work!" he said, guiding my head towards his crotch. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down just enough to release his cock. He wasn't wearing any underwear, just as I had felt. His cock looked delicious! Probably seven inches long, with a big mushroom head and thick veins snaking down the shaft to his hairy pubes. I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around it! I didn't have long to wait, either, as he impatiently pushed me towards it. "I don't have all day kid, get to work!" That was all I needed to hear! I grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and ran my tongue up along the underside, flicking around the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth. He groaned and ran his hands over my hair, guiding my head closer. I could feel the swollen head of his dick pushing towards the back of my throat. Even though I was a pretty well trained cocksucker by the time I was thirteen, the feeling of the big mushroom head of his cock forcing it's way down my throat made me gag a little. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth and he just laughed. "More than you were expecting? That's too bad, but I'm not gonna let you off the hook that easy." I just blinked the tears out of the corners of my eyes and kept sucking. It wasn't every guy who could make me gag like that, but I was still enjoying having him use my mouth. I could feel the spit running down my chin as he kept reaming my throat, but my dick was like steel, tenting out the front of my speedo. His hand was still resting on my head, but I was bobbing up and down on his cock at my own pace, and finally either my throat got used to his fat cockhead or it went numb. Then he was really able to pound my throat! I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my chin, smearing my spit across my face. I was gasping for air when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth! "Your mouth is amazing, kid. But what about that cute little ass you were flashing at me like a slut?" he asked, lifting me up onto the surface of the worktable. I raised my hips up and he tugged off my swimsuit and scooted me to the edge of the table. I leaned back on my elbows as he pushed my legs apart and up, giving him easy access to my ass. He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers up my crack, and exploring my hole. Soon he added another finger and some more spit, directly onto my hole this time. "Feels to me like you are ready for this dick." he said, moving in so he could rub the head against my slicked up asshole. I could feel it lodged between my ass cheeks, pushing them apart. I bit my lip as he started to push it into me. My tight little ass was resisting his fat cockhead as well as it could, but it was a loosing battle. He wasn't going to be giving up any time soon. He dropped another gob of spit right on my hole and kept pushing. When it finally breeched my holes defenses and popped inside of me, I could feel my ass clamping around the shaft in relief. I must have been moaning like a bitch because he had one hand clapped over my mouth to quiet me down. I had no desire to get caught with my swimsuit down either, but I couldn't help the sounds that were being forced out of me as the ridge at the base of his fat mushroom head plunged into my ass. Then he really started to fuck me and I realized that everything else had just been a warm-up! He was fucking me with fast, long strokes, letting his cock pull out of my ass so that just the tip of the head was pushed against my hole before slamming it back into me until his balls slapped against my ass. Each time he pulled out and jackhammered back in, the head of his cock abused my tight little asshole. He must have been tired of holding his hand over my mouth, because he grabbed my discarded swimsuit from the table and stuffed it into my mouth as a gag. Don't get me wrong, though. His cock was punishing my ass, and I was loving every second of it! Now that he had both hands free, he gripped me around my waist, just above my hips. He had big hands (and we all know what that meant) and they were almost able to wrap all the way around my waist. With a secure grip on me, he started pounding my ass even harder than before. I groaned through the improvised gag and arched my back against the wooden surface of the worktable. I was gripping the edge of the table with both hands to keep from sliding across the surface, cause I was sweating buckets in the enclosed room. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but the sounds of his body smacking against mine and his quiet groaning filled the room. I could tell he was getting close. His cock felt like it was expanding inside of me, and getting even harder. I squeezed the muscles in my ass around him, trying to milk the cum out of his dick. His quiet groaning was now more like grunting each time he thrust his dick back into my ass. My tender hole could feel every bump and ridge of his swollen cockhead and veiny shaft. The look on his face was almost a grimace as he started to work his hips even faster. "You ready for my load, kid?" he grunted. I was still gagged with my own swimsuit, so I couldn't do anything but nod. And clamp my ass down around his dick again. His hands tightened around my hips and he pushed me down as he shoved his dick into me. He kept it thrust deep inside of my as his cock pulsed and squirted, and he groaned through gritted teeth. It felt like he was cumming inside of me for almost a minute! And as soon as he pulled out, I could feel my swollen, abused hole start leaking cum. He held me down on the table for a bit while he watched his cum oozing out of my ass. "Now that is a well fucked hole!" he laughed as my ass twitched and released another gob of cum. He poked at it with one of his fingers, then wiped it in my hair. "You had better rinse off in one of the pools as soon as you can." I spit out my swimsuit and agreed. My legs were sore from being held in position as I slid down off the table to kneel on the floor in front of him to lick his slimy cock clean. I could taste my ass on it, as well as the huge amount of cum that was smeared all along the shaft. I was rubbing my own cock for relief while I sucked his clean, and it wasn't long before I shot my own load onto the dirty concrete floor. Once his cock was clean, he tucked it back into his jeans and tied his apron back on. I pulled up my soggy swimsuit and wrapped my towel around my waist. He smeared the drops of cum across the floor with his foot. "You had better leave first. Make sure no one sees you on your way out!" he told me. I peeked out the door, and made a run for it since the coast was clear. He was right, I had to find a pool to rinse off in. It's a good thing that the water at these places is so chlorinated, or else I'm sure all the sperm I was leaking would have gotten someone pregnant. So, I made it back to my friend's mom's lounge chair just in time to go home. And when she asked me what the best ride was, I lied and told her that it was the waterslide.