Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 13:16:16 -0500 From: Sean Josh Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 4 Once more if you're too young to be on this site, please read no further. If you're sexually active, play safe. If you have comments of critique email jandslikeboyz@live.com Now back to our story. "Okay, so we're at the park," Sean said squirming uncomfortably against the bench seat of Alan's pickup. "Yep." Josh agreed directing Alan to park by the bandstand. "And this is where you're going to show me." "Not exactly here, but in the park," Josh mused. "You're going to jog from here to the tennis courts. Once you're there go through your stretching routine. " "Little brother I think you've lost all touch." Sean said alighting from the truck. He tugged at the cutoffs that Josh had given him to wear. They were old, faded, too tight, and the legs were frayed half way up Sean's thighs making him self-conscious and uncomfortable. Over them Josh had clad his brother in an oversized tank top. The long straps allowed Sean's nipples to be visible, while the length was just longer than the fraying edges of the cutoffs. "Waddaya think?" Josh said turning to Alan. "I'd fuck him." Alan said appraising his friend. "I'm starting to think you'd fuck anything." Sean laughed nervously. "After you stretch, Josh continued, finish jogging down to the turn for the beach and then come back to the tennis courts. Stop again, and then head into the restroom, but only if you see Alan parked in the lot by the courts." "The restroom. What then?" "Then you follow your instincts." "Instincts." "Yeah, instincts." Alan chuckled. Sean shrugged, and with a shake of his head jogged toward the tennis courts. "Think you could have given him a little more instruction," Alan wondered. "Considering everything he's gotten into in the past few days, I think he'll do just fine. Let's cruise down there and have a look." The park was busy but not crowded. One of the volleyball pits was in use. A few teens shot hoop at the court between the tennis courts. Folks picnicked, or hung out throughout the length of the shoreline park. Sean jogged the quarter mile to the tennis courts and paused to stretch as Josh had instructed. The outfit Josh had picked out for him and the routine of runners stretches put his long lean body on display. The tight fitting cutoffs provided enticing glimpses of his ass and crotch. Josh chuckled as he and Alan rolled past his brother. No one was on the tennis courts, but the groups playing volley ball and hoop bore some possibilities. The day was bright and warm, and a breeze from the bay kept it cool and fresh. As Sean started the second leg of his jog, the exercise actually began to relax him. Rather than make the turn at the center of the park he continued his run to the Marina, then turned and started back. By the time the courts were back in sight he'd worked up a sheen of sweat. He paused at the water fountain; bending to drink. Once more several sets of eyes spied him slyly. Having quenched his thirst, Sean moved on toward the courts were he paused to stretch once more. When he finished the routine he saw Alan's truck pulling into the adjacent parking lot. He turned toward the restrooms in time to see the men's room door swinging shut. Nerves tightened his stomach, and despite himself his cock tingled. The restroom was like any other public facility: concrete and porcelain, urinals sinks and stalls. It seemed empty, but Sean reminded himself; he'd seen the door closing and no one walking away. Finding he actually needed to piss he went to the urinals. Cock in hand he stood and released the pent up flow. Someone behind him cleared his throat. Sean froze at the sound and finished his business. As he turned he saw a pair of shorts pooled around sneakers beneath the door of the last stall. Sean took a step toward the adjoining stall, and watched the sneakered foot slide closer to the partition. He stepped into the stall and secured the door. His gut trembled with nerves, and his crotch was becoming packed in the confines of the tight cutoffs. The toilet paper dispenser was off the wall and lying wedged between the wall and the toilet valve. Sean's gaze shifted between it and the spot it belonged on the metal partition. The area was covered with a metal plate that seemed to be hanging precariously on a single screw. "Head here" read the words crudely scratched into the plate. The outer door to the men's room banged open. There was a shuffling sound from the next booth. The room echoed the sound of footsteps, then a zipper. Shortly the urinal flushed and the intruder retreated. Sean listened intently, his heart pounding and nerves on edge. Once again the sound of occupant in the stall beside him focused his attention on the plate in the partition. He prodded it with his finger. It pivoted easily on the single screw, revealing a sizeable hole. Sean could see movement through the hole. He tried to get a glimpse of the other occupant, but didn't want to seem obvious in his attempt. The process only furthered his frustration. Sean's cock had hardened despite his anxiety. The tight confines of the cutoffs were beginning to strangle him. He lowered his zipper and drew out his fat eight inches. "Oh sweet," came the whispered response from the next stall. Through the hole a finger beckoned. Sean bent slightly to see a brown eye and youthful cheek. He stepped nervously toward the hole, led by his libido and restrained by his nerves. On the verge of the opening he paused, unsure of himself. He looked down to see a wagging tongue inviting him forward. He cock throbbed and a drop oozed from the head. "Please," came the urgent whisper. Sean's hips seemed to thrust of their own volition, and the lips stationed at the hole took possession of his cock as soon as it came within reach. Sean sighed as the warmth enveloped him and leaned into the partition. His cock slide into a willing and able mouth, that quickly began sliding up and down his length. Sean clung to the top of the partition as he was serviced. The experience was unnerving. The wantonness and anonymity overwhelmed his senses and weakened his knees. The thought of being discovered added a dimension of nervous anticipation, unexpectedly heightening his sexual need. His hips pumped the hole and he grunted in time with his thrusts. Fingers worked at the bottom of the hole to fondle Sean's balls, at one point dragging them through the ample hole to receive the same lavish oral attention given to his cock. Amidst the haze of pleasure that enveloped him Sean realized his shin was growing wet. The occupant of the next stall was cuming. His discharge splattered against the partition, Sean's leg, and the floor. Sean could hear the muffled groans as it continued. The oral ministration slowed them stopped, to be replaced by a strong and practiced hand. Sean's panting nearly matched that of his unknown partner. "Finish it." Sean rasped. The lips swooped in to take possession of Sean's dripping meat. Sean pressed tight to the wall. Wet enveloped him and a strangled gurgling sound filled the room as his balls convulsed and fed the hungry stranger. The mouth nursed every drop of cum that Sean could muster then took loving moments cleaning his length. Sean could take no more and staggered back from the hole and sat heavily on the toilet. He was covered in sweat and panting. "That was hot." He thought aloud. "Any fuckin' time dude, anytime." Came the reply. Then the latch slapped back and the stall door banged as the stranger quickly made his way from the restroom. Sean sat on the toilet mindlessly holding his half hard cock. He rested his head against the cool metal of the partition slowly regained his composure. The outer door to the restroom opened. Sean held his breath and sat up. The urinals were directly across from the stalls. Through the gap between the partition and door Sean had a clear view of them. Broad muscled shoulders topped a shirtless back that tapered into a tight waist. A muscled butt covered in Chicago Bulls team shorts. The shorts were lowered to allow the Bull's fan access to his cock. The straining waist band revealed a jock. He was young looking, with short stylish spiky brown hair. Sean sniffed quite inadvertently. The young man at the urinal turned revealing a half hard cock he was slowly stroking. Sean gasped, and the young man smiled and swaggered toward the last stall. Sean's first instinct was to run, but he wasn't wearing underwear and his wet and hardening cock was difficult to pack away in the tight shorts. As he struggled in the attempt a stout cock breached the hole in the wall. It was just as thick as Sean's but shorter. The head was markedly helmet shaped and was split by a very pronounced cleft that ran with oozing lust. "C'mon man, do it." urged the cock's owner. Sean grasped the shaft. It was hard as stone and throbbed in his fist. He stroked the length eliciting a groan from his unknown partner. Sean changed hands and took the opportunity to wet his palms. The taste of the young man enflamed him. He stood and pressed their cocks together jerking the two as one. After a long indulgent moment the strangers cock withdrew. Sean could see him squatting at the hole to reconnoiter the situation. A strong hand slide through the opening to take possession of Sean's reawakened cock. He squeezed and stroked Sean's cock and balls then ran his hand down Sean's tight abs and thighs. Once more taking possession of Sean's throbbing meat he drew it to the hole and began to service him. The technique was entirely different. Where the last encounter had been sloppy and wanton, this one was exact and defined. The focus was on the head and delved into each ridge and crevices with exacting and determined action. Sean had only just recovered from orgasm and the fierce attention soon had him raving. He pulled away from the hole and sat back on the toilet. "Feed me that fat dick," Demanded his unseen partner. "Not yet, not yet," Sean panted. Sean got a glimpse of muscled abs as the youth stood. Then the stout cock appeared at the hole again. He gladly took possession of the meat and sucked voraciously at the oozing head. The young man growled and slammed his groin against the partition driving more of the shaft between Sean's lips. The thrust gave way to a rhythm and the partition shook as the cock fucked Sean's mouth. Sean swirled his tongue and bobbed his head in time with the assault. The cock in his mouth swelled and delivered four short hard blasts of salty cum. Sean realized the taste was rather bitter compared to those of his brother and Al as he cleaned the shaft throbbing between his lips. The cock withdrew. Sean had been softly stroking himself as he serviced the young man. "C'mon man, I'm not gonna leave ya hangin'." Sean stood and pushed his cock through the hole. Once more the surgical precision of the occupant in the next stall drove him to raving and thrusting. His cock swelled and ached, he'd already cum three times today and it seemed another load wasn't possible when he was suddenly overwhelmed by the onrushing discharge. The young man gagged and gasped at the sudden and furious emission. He fought to contain it, but failed, and ended up stroking out the remains from Sean's flagging discharge. Sean pulled free and leaned gasping against the cool concrete wall. "Hey stud." The voice intoned; calling Sean's attention back to the hole. The young man handed him a slip of paper with a phone number. "It's my cell. Maybe we could do this again, if you wanna?" Once again the stall door banged open and the young man left hurriedly. Sean packed himself away. He took a moment at the sink to rinse his face, and then headed out. Josh and Al were waiting in the parking lot and fell into laughter as Sean crossed the lawn to them. "What the fuck!" Sean wondered . `You look a little spent," Al guffawed . "So, you still think you're not a hottie?" Josh wondered. "We never even saw each other," Sean replied. "You may not have seen them, but they sure saw you." Josh countered continuing to giggle. "No shit, Alan added, "when you came back this way after the run they both were jockeying to get in there. I was even more surprised when the second one waited." "He waited?" "Oh yeah he did. Went over to the swings and hung out till Robby came out. Then headed in their in a hurry." Josh reported. "You know these guys?" "But I didn't know they were into cock, not till my studly big brother smoked `em out." Josh sniggered. "What's so damn funny?" Sean finally asked. "Here," Alan said handing him a napkin. "There's cum all over your legs." "You might wanna take a moment to check things out before you head out ya know." Josh added. "Where to next?" Alan asked still chuckling. "Our next stop should be..." Josh began. "Home," Sean directed, "we're headed home."