Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 12:01:38 -0500 From: Richard Skinner Subject: A Cockman's Beginnings Copyright 2009 A Cockman's Beginnings As some of you may know, a great deal of my activities transpires in public restrooms. There is just something about the atmosphere, shared danger and the possibility of being caught, or joined, that amplify the experience. I started frequenting public Men's rooms some 25+ years ago. I suppose I started frequenting them because they were where one could view cocks without seeming to be abnormal. My interest in cocks began when I was a teenager. I didn't get to see many except in those special magazines. I began working when I was eight years old. My first job was a paper route. Six years later, when I was old enough to get a work permit, I worked as a carry out at a local grocery store in addition to my paper route. Anyone remember when ladies actually had purchases carried to their car as a normal function of business? Those were the days. I had a number of regular ladies wait in the checkout lane I was staffing and ask me to take their groceries to the car. That is a whole different set of experiences that I'll not relate in this missive. I then began cleaning a restaurant on Saturdays after I finished my shift at the grocery store. All the while I kept that wonderful paper route. The memories of that route alone are full of wonderful stories. Not now though. All of this work produced income allowing me to buy a magazine now and then. I would go to the drug store in the small shopping center where the grocery store and restaurant were located. There I was allowed to buy the magazines that fueled fantasy. I could even buy cigarettes there. Life was good then. Kids could buy anything but alcohol, if they had enough money. My interest in cocks intensified after I joined the U.S. Navy. I had been around a number of naked guys when I was in school showering after gym class. They didn't expose very much. This was entirely different. What a wide variety of exposed cocks, first in the induction center for physicals, then in the showers or walking around in the barracks after showers or while changing clothes. A cocksucker's heaven, but I didn't know that yet. I would just catch a glimpse now and then. I didn't want to appear queer. As legend goes, if anyone was found to be queer he would get the shit kicked out of him and then dishonorably discharged. Who wants that on his permanent record to follow him through life? I began to bloom after finishing boot camp and my A school in San Diego, California. I received my first, and only, sea duty assignment. It was to a World War II submarine home ported in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. What an experience that trip was. Five thousand miles away from home. As a boy the furthest I had traveled was about 300 miles. Here I was, a man on his own with no family to watch over his shoulder. When we were in port, the crew stayed in a barracks. There were about 65 guys staying in one open section of the building. Each boat crew had their own section. The showers were in one large open area with about 20 shower heads on the walls around the room. Cocks swinging and being rubbed everywhere. Furtive glances. White cocks, black cocks and brown cocks everywhere. Thick cocks, skinny cocks, long cocks and short cocks. Cut cocks and uncut cocks. Was I ever frustrated. There were two guys that really fascinated me, one a tall slim white guy from a southwestern state. He had black hair on his head and a great deal on his body. What a cock. He was a shower. When he was showering and flaccid it was probably 9 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter. As he washed his cock he would soap it up and then stroke it a little bit to work the soap under his foreskin. Then he would stroke it more when he rinsed off. I myself am uncut so this was nothing new to me. But to see someone else doing it was fascinating. Everyone joked about how he could get any woman he picked out. I never did get to see him at full mast. He would chub up a little while showering but that was it. The other guy was tall and skinny also. He was from a northwestern state. He was pretty homely but what a cock. His cock was even larger and circumcised. He would strut around the barracks after reading his crotch novels in bed on Saturdays or Sundays. What a cock. I just had to get my hands on it. One Sunday as he was strutting around, I humped down off my bunk and sneaked up behind him. As he continued walking, I reached between his legs and grabbed hold of the monster. This was the first time I touched cock other than my own. I bent it down and back between his legs. He protested very loudly and begged for me to let go. As I released his cock I told him to stop parading around like that. He agreed he would. After that he would still strut around but at least had a towel wrapped around his waist. At least I got to hold it once. We would go out drinking together but he never got drunk enough for me to get any farther. The E2s and E3s were required to serve Fire Watch duty during the week-ends, evenings and night time after lights out. This was because everyone else was asleep or too pre-occupied to be careful and the building had no automated fire alarms. I used to enjoy having night watches. The heads (restrooms) had urinals and toilet stools along with the showers and sinks. The stools had partitions around them but no doors on the partitions and there were no dividers between the urinals. The stools faced each other in three rows of ten. This cut down on the jerking off while sitting reading a crotch novel. Not much privacy in those days. At the back of the heads there was a stairway going up to the next level and down to the level below. Many nights while I was on watch, I would see guys go to the head carrying their shaving kits. Why would anyone shave at midnight or one o'clock in the morning? I decided to sneak to the rear of the head and ascend the stairs part way. This afforded me a view over the entire area. I could see the entrance to the shower, the sinks, the urinals and the stool area as well as the two entrances. I found that guys would go to a stool and take a crotch novel from their shaving kit and read. If I was really quiet I could get up onto the stairs without making any noise and sometimes watch a guy stroking his cock while reading. They were really engrossed in the literature and not paying much attention to what was going on around them. I didn't always have the opportunity to watch them until completion but frequently did. My dick would get so hard it hurt. I didn't dare touch it or I would have to spend the remainder of my watch, 4 hours long, with a wet load in my shorts. One night, around 0145 hours (1:45 AM for you civilians), while making my rounds I observed two guys in work denim enter the stool area from opposite directions and one about forty-five seconds after the first. I did not recognize either of them. They had to have been from another boat or from another part of the base. I went to the floor above by way of the front stairs and then slowly and cautiously descended the stairs at the rear of the head area. After I had gone about three steps down, I stopped and sat on the stairs. In the dim light I could, from the rear, see two heads in adjoining cubicles near the middle of the row. Apparently they were both jacking because both heads were moving like the heads of bubblehead dolls. They would each jerk for a little while and then stop. Edging I assumed. Finally the guy to the right stood and leaned forward and looked to the right of the partition. I presume he was looking to see if anyone else was there. He then looked to the left, leaned farther forward and then into the cubicle next to him. The guy in that cubicle leaned back and began jacking in earnest. The guy to the right was stroking pretty hard too while watching his buddy, judging by the movement of his right shoulder. The guy on the left then stood and they watched each other as they stoked at varying speeds. They definitely intended to make this last. Suddenly the guy to the right stepped forward and turned to his buddy and reached with his right hand and grasped his buddy's cock while his buddy did the same to him. I about dropped a load. I had not seen anything like this before. They continued to stroke each other for a few minutes when they both suddenly stopped and sat back down on their stools and hunched forward with their elbows on their knees and looked down at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, to my left, I noticed movement and then saw one of my shipmates enter the aisle between the rows of toilet stools. He had just recently come aboard the boat and I wasn't too familiar with him. He was wearing only his Navy issued white boxers and flip-flops. How did I miss that noise? From my vantage point it looked like he was wearing a nice size erection dressed down the right leg. He walked down the aisle and stopped just one cubicle short of where the other two were seated but, on the other side of the aisle. He pulled his boxers down and sat down so quickly I did not have a chance to get a glimpse of his cock. There the three of them sat, hunched over with their elbows on their knees and looking down at the floor. After a couple of minutes I saw my shipmate cautiously reach between his thighs. It appeared that he began fondling his dick. I could just make out a very slight movement of his right hand while keeping both elbows on his knees. Apparently they had all been watching each other from the corner or their eyes because then the original two leaned back, stretched their legs in front of them and began slowly, openly stroking. The newcomer then leaned back and brought his cock into view. Damn, I never dreamed he was such a grower. His dick was probably seven inches long. It seemed to fill his fist as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began sliding it up and down. There they all three sat watching each other. As if on cue, the two buddies stood and resumed stroking each other's cocks. My shipmate just sat and stroked while he watched. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. He seemed to be providing some eye candy for the other two. This went on for about two or three minutes when the one from the left cubicle went to his knees and started sucking his buddy. It was pretty obvious these two were very familiar with each other. They probably were from some other part of the base and met here so they could get it on not be recognized. No matter. I was enjoying the show. The guy getting sucked started seesawing in his buddy's mouth and a few seconds latter blew his load. His buddy stood, turned slightly to his left and began flailing his cock while watching my shipmate. He was still leisurely stroking and watching. The guy who had been sucking spewed his load on the floor after just fifteen or twenty strokes. The two buddies got their clothes back in order and turned in opposite directions to leave. As the one to the left was in front of my shipmate he paused and reached down to give his dick a couple of yanks, as a show of gratitude I suppose. Damn, I was worn out from just watching. I stood to go back up the stairs and out of sight. I didn't want my shipmate to see me. My cock was stiff as a board and dressed down the left leg of my denim pants. Yep, a wet spot on the denim where the end of my cock was. On the upper floor I went around to the other set of stairs and back down to my own floor. I went directly to the head. I just had to blow my load. My balls ached and my cock would not go down. Couple this with the wet spot on my leg and it was difficult to walk in a natural gate. I shuffled down to the far urinal and carefully hauled my cock out. It felt good once it was out and in my hand. I began to stroke in bliss. This wasn't going to last long. Shit, somebody walking into the urinals. I turned slightly to the right so my back was blocking the view of my cock. The newcomer stopped two urinals away. I peeked to my left and saw my shipmate who had been in the cubicles. He saw me peeking and nodded is head. I returned the nod and turned back to my left so I was facing the urinal and painfully holding my dick at a downward angle. My shipmate said "They sure were hot, weren't they". I guess he must have seen me on the stairs even though he made no indication of it at the time. I simply replied, "Yep". He began stroking his dick using an exaggerated arm movement. I assume he wanted me to see it. I looked over at his dick and said, "Nice". He replied, "Yours isn't bad either". We stood there slowly stroking, not making any noise. I soon heard the familiar, rhythmic "fwap fwap fwap" noise I had heard so often when jacking my uncut cock. It happens when the pre-cum collects under the foreskin while jacking off. I now openly watched my shipmate's actions as he watched mine. Soon I heard him grunt and he stopped jacking, pulling his foreskin all the way back. Shot after shot of cum flew into the urinal. That set me off. But I continued to stroke as I finally blew my load. As we both stood milking the last remnants of cum from our cocks I quietly said, "I sure needed that." He said, "Me too. I was afraid you wouldn't come back down for awhile. Are you into this too?" I replied, "I guess I am now". _______________________________________________________________________________ If there is enough interest I'll continue. If not, THE END dick.skinner0@gmail.com