Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 22:06:11 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Learning my Vocation

The following stoy is complete fiction. Please do not read this if stories
involving teen/man sex offend you or are not allowed wherever you live or
if you are under 18. This story is the property of the author and may not
be posted elsewhere without my permission.Enjoy!

I think that I was always attracted to men. Even in those pre-sexual days,
before I had grown even one pubic hair, I was fascinated with men and their
cocks. I remember watching old syndicated shows like "Batman" and "Lost in
Space" and desperately wanted to be best friends with Robin and Will
Robinson so that we could go out on adventures and play together. I didn't
realize what kind of play I really wanted to do with them until s couple of
years later.

My overwhelming love of cock and cum began on a bright and sunny early
summer day when I was 12. I was at a local park with my dad and older
brother. My brother was 14 and he had a church group soccer game to
participate in. My father had asked me at the last minute whether I wanted
to join them or nor and, having nothing better to do that particular
Saturday, I decided to tag along with them. I didn't normally join the two
of them in sports outings like this, but it really was too nice a day to
stay cooped up with my nose in a book so I made the trip with them.

I love dad dearly as he did with me, but we didn't really have a lot in
common back then. He was a big and burly guy, hairy all over, and he was
into participating and watching all manner of sports and such.  This
matched the interest of my brother, Jeff. I always found it strange that
the two of them would be so much closer due to shared interests since in
looks I tended to take after my dad while Jeff clearly took after my
mother. Jeff, at 14, was rail thin and was just starting to build some
muscular definition. We had, of course, seen each other naked many times
and I knew that even though he was 2 years older than me he had little body
hair outside of small tufts of fur under his arms and above his cock. I at
12, on the other hand, had already sprouted a full pubic bush, had tons of
hair under my arms, and had even noticed small and wispy hairs starting to
grow on my chest. I was also heavy set with little boy boobs and a small
gut hanging on my frame and mirroring my father's build. This
simultaneously turned me on and confused me. That confusion, however, was
to be short lived.

We arrived at the park and I went to the old faded white bleachers to pick
out a good seat while my dad went with my brother to check in with his
coach. There was the usual amount of confusion and excitement going through
the growing crowd as more families arrived with their coolers and field
chairs.  For my own part, I sat as far up the bleachers as I could get and
put my book bag down (filled with bottled water, snacks, and a book I had
brought with me) and sat back to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. After
getting my brother settled, my dad joined me at the top of the
bleachers. He smiled at me as he sat down and commented on what good
weather we had for the game.

An hour later the game was still in full swing and, after gulping down a
bottle of water, I realized that I had to pee pretty badly. My dad was
absorbed in the game and only grunted at me when I told him I was going off
to find a bathroom. I jumped off the bleachers and went off towards the
main restroom area that I knew was near the parking lot.

When I arrived at the restrooms I saw immediately that they were something
of a madhouse. There was the omnipresent line leading out of the ladies'
room and, when I entered the men's room, there was a similar wait to stand
through there as well. I find it amusing now, but I was seriously
embarrassed to use public facilities back when I was that age. Part of it
was normal adolescent shyness, but another part of me was uneasy over how
it made me feel to be so close to so many men and boys with their cocks out
and in their hands. I was always worried that I would spring a boner at the
urinals or else some guy would notice that I was looking at him and get
angry with me. As a result, I almost always went into a stall, even when I
only had to pee. That way I could be assured at having privacy.

Well, it was pretty obvious that there wasn't going to be any privacy to be
found here. I knew I could wait for one of the stalls to become free, but I
was uncomfortable just standing around waiting for my opportunity. I
decided that I would instead go to the restroom on the other side of the
park, near the tennis courts. I remember passing them on our way in and
they looked pretty deserted. I figured there would be a good chance that I
would find them relatively empty and I could have my chance at a private
pee. Considering what ended up happening, I was sure glad that I didn't
decide to just find a tree to use!  I walked across the park at a leisurely
pace, my desire to urinate not quite as strong as before. Sure enough, the
tennis courts were empty today and I didn't notice anyone around the
outside of the bathrooms at all. The restrooms at this end of the park were
somewhat smaller than the other area.  There was an outside door that lead
to an inside door which opened up into an area with 3 porcelain white sinks
on one wall and three urinals on the opposite walls. Next to the sinks were
the first of 3 toilet stalls and all 3 had, to my relief, doors that closed
and locked.

I went to the furthest urinal from the door, entered it, and locked to
latch behind me. By now I really did have to pee so I barely noticed my
surroundings as I quickly dug my penis out of my jeans and underwear and
let go with the flow. After I had begun peeing I started to look around the
stall while I was waiting for the stream to finish. My cock jumped a little
when I noticed the amount of obscene graffiti that covered the walls of the
stall. My eyes wandered over the various crudely drawn penis pictures and
hastily scrawled notes about stranger's cock sucking skills and I started
to gently pull on my own dick. The whole scene was really turning me on
when I looked down towards the toilet paper holder and for the first time
noticed the hole in the stall!

The hole was about 4" wide and was situated at what would be about waist
high for an average adult male. Peering through it I could clearly see into
the middle stall. I also noticed that the middle stall had an identical
hole cut on the opposite wall that allowed one to see into the first
stall. At first I was confused and couldn't figure out why someone would do
something like that. Then I was a little pissed off as the whole point to
going into a stall was for the much valued privacy one could have to do
one's business. Then a little light bulb went off over my head and I
realized that I could easily check out any guy who might enter the stall
while I was sitting there. This quickly helped inflate my cock which had
grown somewhat flaccid while I was digesting this new information.

I started slowly jacking on my prick while I thought about how hot it would
be to see an adult cock up close and personal when I heard the outer door
opening followed quickly by the inner door. I froze with my hardened dick
in my hands and waited to see what was going to happen. I heard the heavy
and rhythmic steps move slowly from the entrance towards the doors of the
stalls. I could hear the stranger swing open the first door and then the
second until he finally came to my door. He checked it and quickly
ascertained that it was occupied. He then shuffled into the middle stall
and I could hear him close and lock the swinging door.

I could barely believe my luck! I was actually going to see this guy with
his junk hanging out. I carefully put my cock away and situated myself so
that he couldn't tell who I was and then I waited for the show to begin. I
saw him step up to the toilet and begin to undo his belt buckle. He
unsnapped his faded blue jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper. After a
moment of fishing into his underwear, out came the prize I was waiting
for. I couldn't see perfectly from my vantage point, but I could definitely
see his soft cock peeking out as he began to pee into the toilet.

It seemed to take a long time for the torrent of yellow liquid to drain out
of his soft manhood, but I was thrilled to watch and my cock got even
harder in my pants. It was getting kind of uncomfortable, so I made a move
to let it out for some air. I made a soft scuffling sound while freeing my
poor cock and the sound echoed through the quiet and empty bathroom. The
strange man naturally heard my movement, but instead of hiding his prize
and leaving the bathroom, he instead pulled it farther out of his pants and
began to slowly stroke it. As he stroked, he brought it around so that I
had a much better view of his stiffening prick. I couldn't believe this was
happening, but I was more turned on then I had ever been before.

Once fully erect his cock was about 6" long and quite thick. The head had
expanded and gone from a pale pink color to an almost angry shade of
purple. I unconsciously moved closer to the hole and I could see a drop of
fluid appear at the tip of his penis. His dark colored bush was trimmed
down and I finally noticed his loose and low hanging balls. They were the
size of golf balls and the soft looking skin of his sack was completely
hairless. I had a sudden urge to stroke that soft and bald bulge. I really
wanted to get a good feel of his dick.

While I was lost in my own depraved thoughts I nearly jumped out of my skin
when the man's cock suddenly moved forward and before I could protest it
came thrusting through the hole! I was shocked to say the least when I was
suddenly confronted with the object of my desire. I only hesitated for a
moment and then I reached out and lightly wrapped my fingers around the
satiny hardness of his cock.  It throbbed a little in my grip and I heard a
small sigh issue forth from the other side of the hole.  Unfortunately his
balls couldn't fit through the hole as well, but I had my hands full just
dealing with his dick.

I sat back down on the toilet and then went back to playing with my new
toy. I moved my hand slowly up and down the shaft, jacking him off the way
I loved to play with myself. I gently took ahold of the bulging head and
squeezed it. I felt it grow even harder with my touch and more of the silky
liquid seeped out of his pee hole. As I mentioned before I had entered
puberty rather early and I already knew the jots of shooting a load,
although mine were still relatively small and watery. I had never seen or
heard of precum before and I was amazed to see it now covering my hand. It
made his cock slippery and wet and I used it judiciously to make jacking
him off easier. I briefly brought my own slicked hand up to my nose and the
clear fluid didn't smell like anything. I carefully licked at my hand and
the juice didn't have much flavor either. I shrugged and went back to
stroking his meat.

This went on for 10 minutes or so when I finally heard him speak in a husky
whisper for the first time.

"C'mon, man, suck it for me. You're driving me crazy over here."

I was stunned into immobility. I couldn't believe what he was asking me to
do. He wanted me to suck his cock! As much as I had fantasized about seeing
and getting my hands on an adult cock, I had never made the intuitive leap
to the next step. I held his prick and stared at it as it pulsed in my
hand. The thought of wrapping my lips around that swollen head should have
repulsed me, but instead I could feel myself getting more and more excited
the longer I contemplated it. I moved my head closer and that's when I got
a good whiff of the musk emanating from his crotch. The scent was
intoxicating and, before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward
and run my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping away at the sticky
liquid on the tip. This brought a groan of pleasure from the other stall.

"Oh yeah...there you go, bud. Go ahead and take the head into your mouth."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and instinctively covered my teeth
with my lips. His cock head was big, but there was still enough room to run
my tongue in circles over its width. He moaned again and then began to push
more of his organ into my suddenly eager mouth. I moved about halfway down
the shaft, enjoying the smooth hardness that was filling my mouth.  I could
feel the engorged veins running up and down his fat dick with my
tongue. The manly smell of his crotch filled my nostrils and all I could
think of at the point was what it would feel like to get all of it into my
hungry maw.

The stranger kept moaning and when I looked up I could see that he was
grasping the top of the stall, presumably to keep his balance while he was
thrust up against the wall. He was moaning much loader now and, as his cock
took that final thrust into my mouth, he let out a guttural groan. I felt
his spongy head enter my throat, but instead of gagging me my muscles just
sort of relaxed. It felt strangely good to have this thick piece of meat
completely inside my mouth and my saliva doubled in my mouth and started to
drip past my lips and down my chin. After getting the feel for it I began
to lock my throat muscles down on the head and shaft. This gentle squeezing
on it caused more of his juices to leak out join the overflowing spit that
I had already produced. With my face finally against the hole, my
mysterious stranger started to roughly hump into my mouth and I couldn't
believe how good it felt!

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...keep going...I'm almost there, kid..."

Two things occurred to me at that point. The first was that he referred to
me as a "kid" which made me wonder how much of me he had actually seen. The
second thing was that I realized that the natural end to this was his prick
was going to shoot a load into my mouth. I wasn't quite sure if I was ready
for this or not. I mean, I had tasted my own spunk before and I had kind of
liked it, but this was something else entirely. As much as I was thoroughly
enjoying the experience of sucking his dick I just couldn't decide if I was
ready to go that one more step.

"Gonna shoot...Oh God, I can't hold back much longer..."

I realized that the decision was soon going to be taken out of my hand and
that no decision was a decision in and of itself. I really went to town at
that point. I was moving my own head back and forth over the length of his
dick. I was noisily slurping and licking at his cock and it was now
dripping with as much saliva and precum as was currently slathered all over
my chin. I worked him hard and, at one point, realized I was moaning as
much as he was. I really loved the hot, slick feel of his hard prick moving
in and out of my mouth as was testified to by the continued hardness of my
own cock. The wall between us was vibrating with the force of his pelvis
banging against it and, with one final wail of pleasure; his cock became
even stiffer and then exploded his creamy goodness into my waiting hole.

"Ungh! Oh...Oh...Oh! Shit, yeah! Eat my scum, kid!"

"Eat his scum"? This wonderfully warm and creamy liquid currently filling
my mouth wasn't "scum", but the tastiest treat I had had in a long time! I
was gulping down his load and his prick just kept firing off again and
again. Naturally, it was a bit much to take the first time and it was soon
overflowing my mouth despite everything I was doing to get all down. My
mouth was filled with its salty and sweet aftertaste and I continued to
milk his load for all I was worth until it finally stopped shooting. I knew
from experience how sensitive a dick can get after an orgasm, but I
couldn't bring myself to let the delicious meat go. Luckily, this
particular gentleman didn't seem to mind and I could hear his breath slowly
going back to normal as I continued to nurse his softening cock.

"Yeah, that's it, bud. Keep sucking it down. Clean it off good for me."

His wish was my command and I continued to suck and lap at it until it was
finally completely free of my spit and his cum. It gave a soft pop as it
finally exited my mouth and retreated back to its own stall. I saw the man
grab some toilet paper and carefully wipe off his cock before putting it
back in his pants. I was sitting there and perhaps a little in shock when
he said,

"Thanks a lot, kid. You're a good little cocksucker. If you want some more
then head over here the next time your brother has a game."

And with that comment, he left the stall and quickly exited the
bathroom. As floored as I was by that little comment, I was way too horny
to care at that point. I think it took about three tugs of my cock before I
was spraying my wad all over the bathroom floor. I shot three good pulses
and then the rest started to ooze out over my hand. With my eyes tightly
closed and the taste of his cum still filling my mouth I milked every last
drop out of my poor, aching balls. I brought my hand, covered in my own
cum, and used it to wipe the excess juice off of my chin. I then licked my
hand clean and enjoyed the taste of our combined load. I then sat back and
sighed contentedly.

After a couple of minutes passed, I looked down to my wet and deflated
penis and noticed that my shirt had various fluids soaked into it. I felt a
brief stab of panic and then figured I'd just get it wet and claim the sink
sprayed me when I was washing my hands. I exited the stall, washed my hands
and face, and then headed back to my brother's game.

As I made my way back to the bleachers on the other side of the park I
wondered whose cock it was that I had sucked. I wondered if I would
recognize him when I returned to the game, but realized that all I really
saw was his jeans. I didn't even recall what kind of shirt he was wearing,
but I would carry the memory of that first musky load with me to the end of
my days. For the first time ever I couldn't wait until my brother's next
soccer game.

...To Be Continued

Please feel free to e-mail me with comments and/or suggestions at
ewk1970@sbcglobal.net. Flames will be ignored and laughed at. I'll try to
work up the next chapter as soon as possible. I hope you shot a good load
over this one...:)