Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 07:54:30 -0800 (PST)
From: McKean Matthews <whaubflguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUT BOY, Part 3

"Slut Boy, Part 3"
Wednesday, 28 January 2004

Well, here we are again!  I must say that I am overwhelmed by the response
to my previous 2 postings.  I am still flabbergasted that anyone would be
interested in my little insignificant little experiences.  But anyway...who
am I to account for taste?

At this writing I have received a grand total of 37 e-mail in response to
these stories.

I am a bit surprised at the number of questions I received regarding
tearoom sex--procedures, nicknames, and so forth.  I tend to forget that
the vocabulary that those of us experienced cruisers use is quite foreign
to some of our less-experiences counterparts.  So, I'll try to help out a
little this time and fill you in on what I mean...

First of all I've had several questions as to what a "tearoom" is.  Someone
even asked me if it had anything to do with a coffeehouse...sorry, but no.
I'm not an expert on these things--or maybe I am, and just don't know
it--but a "tearoom" refers to a bathroom where guys go looking for some
kind of sexual hook-up.  From my experience, once a bathroom has been
identified as a tearoom then there's a steady traffic of guys hooking up
each day.  I wouldn't call a restroom a "tearoom" just because one time you
hooked up with a guy in it, but the other 50 times you were there, there
was no action.  An official "tearoom" would be a public restroom where it
is known that guys regularly hook up there, and if you wait long enough you
will observe some sort of this activity.

I have found that the guys who frequent tearooms are not necessarily
regular "gay guys."  From my experience probably well over half of the guys
who come to a tearoom looking to get sucked or whatever are married guys
with wives at home or other straight guys whose girlfriend either doesn't
provide that service or they just don't have a woman available at the
moment and they are feeling the "need."

Alot of these tearooms also have holes drilled or cut in the stall walls.
These are usually at eye level when one's sitting down, or at cock level
when one's standing up (which, as luck would have it, is the same
distance!).  If the holes are real small, they are called "peepholes,"
because all you can do is peep through them.  I have sat for hours on a
toilet in a stall looking out the peephole, never getting lucky, but just
enjoying the sight of dozens of cocks just inches away from my face.  One
peephole in the mall where I live now is situated just perfectly so that
the person in the first stall can view, inches away, the cock of the person
standing at the last urinal, which is right next to it.  When I first moved
to the town I live in now, I was just learning the cruising spots around
town, and I would love to just sit, jacking slowly and take inventory of
all the cocks on the other side of the stall.  It's neat to see all the
different sizes of cocks there are...even when they're soft.  I love to
look at cocks!  I've heard some people say that a penis is the ugliest
thing they have ever seen, but I think they are beautiful--hard, soft, cut,
uncut, hairy, smooth, God!  I love them!

Sorry about that: back to tearooms: In addition to peepholes, there are
also occasional larger holes cut in the stall walls.  These are larger
holes, big enough to accomodate a cock, so that the guy on one side of the
wall can stand up and stick his cock through or his cock and balls through,
and the guy on the other side can either kneel down or just sit on the
stool and suck or jack the other guy's cock.  These holes are called
"gloryholes."  I have NO idea whatsoever where this term comes from.  But
it's what everyone calls them.  Really!  The only thing I can think of is
that when you get your cock sucked through this hole it is "glorious," thus
"glory hole."  Aren't I creative?

When cruising a tearoom, there are certain signs you can look for that a
guy is looking to either get off or wants to help YOU get off.  Alot of
times on the bottom of the divider is written "tap foot for BJ."  I've seen
this hundreds of times.  From what I've experienced, usually one guy will
tap his foot once, then the other guy will tap once in response, if he's
interested.  Then, sometimes the first guy will tap twice, followed by
another response, and so forth onto three times.  When I was first starting
out I thought this was sorta the secret "code tap" that you were supposed
to use.  But I've found now that usually one tap each will do it.  By then
you know that you both have the same thing in mind.  You just have to be
careful that the guy next to you is not just tapping to the Muzak playing
over the speaker system, if there is one.  Also I've seen guys sorta tap
their foot when they're trying to take a dump and just can't get it out.
Just be careful!  Don't be overly anxious.  Make sure you know what the
other guy wants before you just dive in!

Also, when I was first starting out, it seemed like all the action took
place under the stalls.  The guy wanting it would get on his knees and
stick his knees and cock under the stall for the sucker.  More often now
I've found that guys seem to prefer to connect at the stalls and then move
to the urinals to go through with it.  This allows more contact and if
someone comes in, all you have to do it quickly turn toward the urinal and
act like you're pissing.

ANYWAY.....sorry about the college lecture on Tearooms 101!  But I received
so many questions, I thought I'd take a few minutes and pass along the
benefit of my experience.  To those of you who already know all this, or
are much more experienced than me and are bored to death by the previous
commentary, EXCUSE ME!

Now, where did I leave off last time?  Oh, yeh, I did the cute dark guy and
then the redneck and then I jacked off and wrote down some numbers.  Well,
after a couple of days I called the numbers.  Several were disconnected.
One was a motel in town!  It was listed on the stall wall as like 555-1212,
ext. 210.  I figured it was like an office or something.  But then when a
motel answered, I had to ask for room 210.  Of course, I had no idea how
long the message had been up there on the wall, but no one answered in the
room, so I assume it was someone who had been visiting town and was just
looking for immediate action that day.  So, strike out again.  I was down
to 2 numbers.  One said "For some hot man-to-man sex, call 555-1212 and ask
for Steve."  This one sounded pretty hopeful, so I called and got an
answer.  Sexy sounding guy even!

I said, "hey, I'm looking for Steve."

The guy paused for a long time.  I didn't know what was up.  I thought he
was going to hang up on me.  Then he said, "hey, you get my number from the
mall?"

This kind of startled me, but I told him I had.  Then he asked what I was
into.  I told him I liked to suck cock.  I told him I had been fucked
before, but wasn't really experienced at it.  He said he'd like to get
together and let me suck him and maybe I'd let him fuck me.  I agreed, and
he told me he was real busy that week and to call back next week sometime
and we would set something up.  I called him back a week later and a woman
answered!  I asked for Steve, and she said no one by that name lived there,
but she got alot of calls from people looking for this "Steve."  I thought
I had misdialed, so I dialed again, she answered again, but another
extension got picked up also, I heard Steve say, "It's OK, honey, I've got
it."

It turns out that "Steve"'s real name was something else.  He used this
fake name Steve so that if anyone calling asked for him, he would know what
it was about.  He was married, so if someone called when his wife was home,
she'd just think it was a wrong number.  At any rate, we arranged to meet
somewhere.  I went to where we were supposed to meet, but he didn't show
up.  I gave up on him after this--too much of a hassle.

Back to the night I was calling the numbers: after talking to "Steve" I had
one other phone number from the walls.  This one was a beeper, so I called
and beeped this guy.  Let me point out again, remember, I'm 16 at this
time.  I was also afraid of call tracing and my parents finding something
out or whatever, so I always called from a pay phone at the gas station
down from my house.  I beeped this guy and he called back immediately.  We
talked for awhile and this guy sounded real interesting!  He was very much
interested in meeting, but he was married and had no place.  We found out
we lived in adjoining neighborhoods with a woodsie area in between.  I had
heard they had plans to build another subdivision in the woodsie area, but
for years it was just undeveloped forest.  We arranged to meet there.

I was real nervous.  I had now, at this point, had several anonymous
encounters under that stall wall in the mall restroom, and I HAD been
playing with Mel for about 3 years now, but this was different.  It was a
real guy, face to face.  Married, etc...For all I knew he could have been
some kind of axe murderer or something.  But to a 16 year old cock,
anything was worth getting off!  (To a 27 year old cock it's the same,
actually, You older guys can give me your opinion...)

We arranged to meet at the edge of the woods.  There was a dirt road that
led through the woods, but it was narrow...only like a bike path.  I rode
my bike to where we were supposed to meet at his car at the end of the
woods.  He was sitting in his car.  I rode over and stood a distance away
and he soon got out and came over and introduced himself.  He asked if I
was still interested and I said I was.  I mentioned before that I looked
alot older than I was.  I was 16, but looked about 20-21 at this time.  I
was about 5'10" at this time, and medium build, not muscular, but rather
lanky.  I've always had a big nose and have been self-conscious about it,
but other than that, I'm pretty average looking.  He was about the same
height as I was at the time, but had a small build and a tight toned body.
He had reddish blond hair and was starting to bald a bit on top.  This
excited me.  To know that an older, experienced guy was interested in me.

I pushed my bike alongside myself and we walked through the woods, looking
for a place.  There were several trails heading different places unknown.
We finally picked one and continued hiking deeper into the woods.  The
woods were getting thicker, but we finally found a clearing in the path
that would give us room to move about.  He had brought a small blanket from
his trunk and a little bag with something in it.  He spread the blanket
down and started taking off his clothes.

I was real nervous.  I was afraid of getting caught, even though I knew
from experience that hardly anyone frequented these woods.  I had grown up
hiking in them and exploring, playing "hardy boys" and so forth as a kid.
He didn't seem nervous at all.  He stripped off his shirt and revealed a
nice upper body.  Defined pecs and smooth stomach with a light dusting of
reddish blond chest hairs all over his chest with a trail leading down past
his belly button.  He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants,
leaving just his bikini briefs on.  I was very nervous and insecure about
my body.  I had taken off my sandals first and was fiddling with my shirt.
He came over, very gently, and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it
aside.  He then stuck his hands under the wasteband of my shorts and
underwear, and took them both off, pushing them down and helping me step
out of them.

He tossed the shorts aside and then stood up, trailing his hands up my
legs, then back to caress my butt, then back up my back and to my
shoulders.  He stopped at my shoulders and gave them a slight massage, and
said something about them being awful tight.  He asked if I was nervous,
and I nodded I was, but he said don't worry about anything.  We're both
just here to have fun, so just relax.  He then put his hands behind my
head, playing with my hair, and suddenly pulled my head toward him, kissing
me full on the lips.  My god!  That surprised me!  I had never kissed
anyone! Not even a girl!  Even with Mel it was just strict
sex...BJ...fuck...go home.  Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, as they say.  He
was very aggressive and yet surprisingly gentle with his kiss.  I tried to
pull away, but he wouldn't let me.  He continued to kiss me, opening his
mouth, pushing his tongue between my teeth, caressing my tongue with the
tip of his.  I'm sure I was shivering from nervousness and excitement.  He
pulled away and asked had I never been kissed before.  I asked, "Was it
that obvious?"  He laughed and kissed me again.  He then stepped back, with
his hands on my waist, seemingly to survey me.  This made me real
uncomfortable because I was very self-conscious of my body.  I wasn't
really overweight, but I had never had ANY interest in sports of any kind,
and I just wasn't toned like I wanted to be.  He then turned me around to
inspect my ass.  He said, "Oh, god, that looks real nice," and began
rubbing my ass as he turned me back around to face him, kissing me again as
before.

He next laid me down on the blanket, still kissing me, and was laying on
top of me continuing to kiss me.  He then moved forward and stuck his
crotch in my face.  He was still wearing his underwear.  I wasn't sure what
he wanted me to do, with his underwear still on, but I started licking and
nibbling on the outline of his cock.  From what I could tell, it was
smaller than mine.  About 6 inches I guessed, average size, but still a bit
bigger than Mel's.  I had never taken anything bigger than Mel's 4 incher
up my ass at this point, and I still wasn't sure what this guy (Jeff, by
the way) was wanting to do.

He stood up, and peeled off his underwear, revealing a 6 inch hard cock,
medium thickness.  Nothing overly special or anything, but very nice.  It
was a perfect cock.  It didn't bend either way, but jutted straight out and
slightly up.  His balls were shaved clean, and his hair was trimmed nicely
to accentuate his cock.  He knelt back down, sitting on my chest and
offered his cock to me.  I went to town on that sucker, very horny by now.

I sucked the head, licked the length of it, and began to thrust myself onto
his cock, giving him my best blowjob.  He started chuckling, pulled out,
and said something like, hold off, man, or you'll have me cumming already.
I want to enjoy you a bit first.  He then reached over to his bag of tricks
and pulled out a small brown bottle and took a big sniff under each nostril
from it.  I had never seen this before, but know now that it was poppers.
He offered it to me, but I declined, because I didn't know what it was and
really didn't want to get into a detailed discussion about it at the
moment, what with having this cute naked guy sitting on my belly and all.

He reached back in his bag and pulled out a tube of KY jelly, popped the
top and squirted a big amount in his hand.  He moved off of me and sat near
my waist, putting his hand under my leg, feeling for my asshole.  He
deposited the KY right at the entrance to my asshole, and the began to
finger fuck me with his middle finger.  It was a little tight, but I was
very horny and had by now realized what he was wanting, so I made myself
relax to accomodate his finger.  He then added another finger and began to
finger fuck me harder.  It was a bit painful, but the pain went away and I
was really starting to get into it when he stopped, yanked his fingers out,
and then moved over between my legs.  He put his hands on each of my legs,
pushing them up, my knees touching my chest, so he could see my asshole.
He kept telling me that my asshole looked real good, he was really gonna
enjoy it.

Jeff moved closer, putting his cock right at my asshole, then, without
entering me, leaned forward over me to kiss me.  He gave me another one of
those kisses.  Long, slow, passionate.  I had never experienced this
before.  I didn't love this man, but he was "making love" to me.  Not just
sex.  It was on a whole different plain.  I melted under his kisses.  I
could feel his cock head right at my hole, but it just rested there, not
demanding entrance, all the while he was kissing me.  He put his arms
around my head and, while running his hands through my hair and kissing me,
slowly began inserting his cock into me.  I gasped a bit at the pain of
entering, but I was so overcome with the passion of the whole experience,
it wasn't that bad.  I was kind of psyched out that it would hurt real bad
because he was bigger than Mel, but it didn't.  He slowly pushed his whole
cock into me, taking centimeters at a time, all the while his tongue was in
my mouth, thrusting passionately, perhaps in anticipation of what was to
come?

He stopped pushing into me, and I was surprised to find that I had no pain
and that he was all the way in as far as he could go.  I had only a warm
feeling of fullness, something I'm hooked on to this day.  God, this was so
sexy.  I'd never felt this passion before.  He kept his cock in me, reached
over and grabbed his poppers again and took a deep snort in each nostril
again.  He supported his weight on his knees, pushed my legs up to my chest
again so he could survey his cock impaled in me.  On his knees, he held my
legs back by the bottoms of my feet and began to slowly, ever so slowly,
withdraw his cock almost to pulling out, then slowly inserting into me
again.  He continued this slow fucking, driving me wild.  With Mel it was
always as quick and as few thrusts as possible to get to orgasm.

After about 5 minutes of this slow fucking he dropped my legs, allowing
them to fall behind his back.  He bent forward over me, thrusting his cock
in to the hilt.  I gasped, but not from pain, but rather surprise.  I
locked my legs behind his back, crossing my ankles, and he began thrusting
into me with all his might.  I was so hard at this time that I thought I
would burst.  I was overcome with emotions and feelings I had never before
felt.  He fucked me so hard and for so long that I thought I was going to
explode.  I had a feeling deep inside like I needed to piss, but I knew I
didn't.  I began to wonder if it was possible to cum without touching your
cock, because I felt like I may.

Just about that time, he stopped and pulled out abruptly.  Without saying
anything, he flipped me over and pulled up with his hands around my waist,
indicating he wanted me to get up on my knees and bend over, doggie style.
Then he placed his cock at my eager hole, put his hands on each side of my
waist and began fucking me again.  Once again he fucked like a wild man,
thrusting deep inside me.  I started thrusting my ass back at him at the
same time as his thrusts forward, timing it so we hit each other with force
each pump.  Planted fully in my ass, he began to stand up, with his cock
still in me, his hands around my waist pulling me into standing position
without his cock falling out.  I started to raise up to support my weight
on my hands, but he pushed my shoulders down, making my head hang upside
down, practically touching the ground, supporting my weight on my fingers.
I was facing backwards now and could see his muscular legs behind mine and
the forward motion of his body thrusting into me.  He fucked me like this
for a long time, I'm sure it was only 7 or 8 minutes, but time seemed to
stand still.  I was slightly lightheaded from my head dangling.  Once again
I felt that feeling of warmth.  Like I had to pee.  I kept holding it back,
afraid I would embarrass myself by peeing all over the place.

Eventually he stopped again.  I was so exhausted by this time that I
practically collapsed back on the blanket.  I knew he wasn't finished, but
I just did not have the strength to look up at him to see what he wanted
next.  He gently reached under me, returning me to my back, and situated
himself once again between my legs.  This time he leaned forward and pulled
my legs over his shoulders, so that the backs of my knees were over his
shoulders.  Once again he thurst deeply into me, but this time keeping the
strokes slow and deep.  The warmth within me was overwhelming now.  I was
afraid I was going to pee in his face!  My hard cock was jutting up between
us, his face only inches from my cock head.  I had my eyes closed, but
opened them out of reflex to look at my cock.  He saw my look and turned
his attention to my cock, all the while still fucking me slow and firm.  He
swallowed my cock as deeply as he could making a few deep sucks.  Pulling
off of my cock, he turned his attention back to fucking my ass.  I could
sense that he was near cumming.  He picked up his speed and thrusts again,
even faster and harder now than before.  I didn't know it was possible!
The warmth within me was now so overwhelming I couldn't hold back.  I
tried, but I was just so tired I couldn't hold back anymore.  I let loose,
preparing myself for the embarrassing event of pissing all over both of us,
but was surprised that no piss came forth.  As he continued to pound my
ass, this orgasm came over me, more powerful than any I had ever felt
before in my life.  It took my breath away.  I was sure I was going to pass
out.  I felt tingling all over, my vision started to blur and then my cock
began shooting shot after shot of cum up from itself, hitting Jeff first
right under the chin, and then when he turned down to look, another shot
hit him right between his eyes.  My other shots hit him in the shoulder and
hit my belly.  I was so overcome by the feeling in my ass and cock I felt
like I was floating.  How had I cum?  I hadn't even touched my cock...Jeff
wasn't stroking it or anything.  It was entirely the fucking cock up my ass
that brought me to orgasm.  Jeff groaned and gave another five or six hard
thrusts, fucking me so hard that I thought he would tear me open.  I could
feel his cock stretching within me as he shot his load far up my ass.

After cumming, he collapsed on his side, next to me.  We lay there for
several minutes, both too overcome to speak or move at this point.  I, for
one, needed a moment to fathom what had happened.  I was so happy.  I
didn't know you could feel this way.  I feel my eyes tearing up, I wasn't
crying, but my emotions were so powerful that they were forcing their way
out.  He looked at me, alarmed, and asked if I was OK...I said I was, and
that I had just never felt anything so strong before.  He said it was one
of the best fucks of his life, too.  We lay there for perhaps another 30
minutes, naked in the woods, listening to the sound of the winds rustling
the leaves and each other's breathing.  Dusk was approaching and as it
began to get darker, we decided we needed to get things together and get
dressed and cleaned up.  He thoughfully had a towel in his bag with which
we cleaned up the cum and KY that was all over us.  As I stood up, I could
barely stabilize myself on my wobbly legs from the fucking he had given me.

I was sore for days, but it was pain...but merely a pleasant soreness.  At
times I could feel the throbbing of my heart in the soreness of my ass, and
it felt just like Jeff's cock up there thrusting into me.  It's an unusual
and unique feeling.  After getting ourselves together, Jeff grabbed me in a
bearhug and gaved me another of his unbelievable kisses!  Did he have these
things copyrighted?  He should!  He told me I was very special and he was
incredibly attracted to me.  I was overcome.  This married man, in his 30's
was interested in me!  He was so sexy...I couldn't believe he wanted to
meet me again.  We arranged to meet as often as we could.  He told me when
he was free...mostly late afternoons he could get off of work early, we
would have time to play, and I would be off of school.  I confessed to him
that I was only 16, but he said he trusted me and if I was interested,
would like to continue this secret relationship.  I agreed.  (How couldn't
I?  ;-) )

A couple of days later I journeyed back to the mall again to see if I could
rustle up any more action in the mall restroom.  I was also interested in
finding out if there were any other cruisy restrooms in the mall.  I
ordained this as my next mission!  And as time is out for now, we will pick
up the story next time in part 4, as I head back to the mall!

Send me your comments!  I love them all!
Slut Boy