Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2021 16:05:26 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: A Dad's First Time (adult youth)

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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...

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The mall was busy; it was almost Christmas, and I needed some last minute
gifts. Recently separated, I am now the 'single Dad'. As I'm waiting in
line at the KB Toys, I thought about how it got to this. How did I become
the divorcee Dad at 40 years old? I'll tell you why - that bitch Megan.

Yes, I travelled for work. I was gone a lot. Megan, my wife of 14 years,
decided our piece-of-work real estate agent neighbor and long-time BBQ
buddy, Todd, was a better lover than me. Or at least, more available.

Quick story on that one. June 12, 1994. I come home early from a work
trip. My kid, four years old, is napping on the couch. I go to kiss him
on the forehead, when I hear the unmistakeable sounds of my wife,
moaning.

Of course, I am oblivious to anything, so I'm thinking she's using good
ol' Mr. Feel-good to massage the stress of the day away (wink)! Being the
sex-crazed guy I've always been, I start to sneak up to the bedroom. I'm
thinking maybe I can replace that with my own 7" of uncut fun (or even
share it).

Now, let me be real - I'm fucking horny all the time. Something is WRONG
with me, how horny I am. I jerk off about 2 times a day, even if I get
laid. When I travel, double that. But I've always been faithful. I've
come close SO many times, even thought about getting with a hot dude once
or twice when I was tipsy - but as soon as that ring was on my finger, my
dick only slid into one person. Megan.

And as I walk in, already unbuckling my belt, I see a pasty white ass
doggie-style fucking my wife. Todd hears the door before Megan; he twists
his head just as he begins his orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhh, ohhh shiiiitttt, Megannnnn," he says. His face now
twisted, a mixture of fear and ecstasy. I know the feeling - my wife has
been pleasing very well until recently.

Megan doesn't register the tone in his voice, face down, she only feels
his cock pulse into her. She responds with a moan, and begins to quiver.
I walk out of the room, slamming the door. I hear all noise stop as they
freeze. I pick up my son, still sleeping, and walk back to the car.

That was 6 months ago. I am living at my Parents' house with my son while
I work out the divorce. Their house is small, and there are no extra
bedrooms. Hastily converted, the den is now home to my son and I for
sleeping. Even though I picked up his bed from the house, he still has
some drama over not seeing Momma for days at a time - so he usually
sleeps with me.

With all of this happening, I have become a full time Dad. My Mom
babysits, but I hate to burden her. So I gave up travel for now, and just
work in the office.

To be clear: I work from 8 to 5, I live with my parents in a room with no
doors, and I have a kid sleeping with me every night.

Showers have become my only chance to get off, and because of the small
water heater in the house, we are all taking turns every other day. I am
fucking horny.

Finally, my turn at the register. I have selected way too much for a 4
year old. I know I am compensating for the absence of his Mom and our
'family structure', but I don't care. The total rings up, and I hand my
card over. $315.00. Ugh.

I have about 4 more stops, and I quickly realize that I've done this in
the wrong order. All of this molded plastic in 4 bags are too much to
drudge  through another set of stores.

I race quickly back to my car in the parking lot, and unload it all into
the trunk.

Coming back to the mall, I decide to stop and grab a snack. The mall food
court has plenty of options. A quick slice of pizza at Sbarro and an
Orange Julius, and I am back to feeling a bit like myself. I look around;
Young, old, guys, girls, Moms, tweens; there's plenty of eye candy here.
Fuck Megan. I'm only 40, and I'm a hellova good lover. I work out. I'm
6'2, and 180lbs. I've got a broad chest, and I look great in a suit. I
could get anyone I wanted.

I threw the trash away. Four more stops, and then I can get out of this
hectic mess. The food court was a great break, but now I had to piss.

The bathrooms were on the other side of the court, so I began to sift
through the shoppers and the strollers and the hand-held kids. I pushed
open the men's room door. A long hallway, with a sharp left turn. I
suppose this was by design to prevent anyone who entered from seeing
around the corner.

As I rounded, I was surprised to see that every urinal was full; in fact,
there was a line for them. I looked to the right, and saw that the end
stall seemed open. I shrugged and walked up to it, locking the door.

These stalls seemed different. It was clearly the originals from the
mall's earlier days. The doors were wooden, with slats to vent. Unlike
most stalls, these went floor to ceiling. They felt more like changing
room doors, to be honest. The light was dimmer in here, and when I closed
the door, much of the bathroom noise was muffled.

I decided to take off my jacket - I was wearing a trench coat, and it
just seemed easier to piss without it in the way.

After hanging it, I began to unbuckle. I was wearing my work slacks, with
a belt, a double button, and a lock zipper. Underneath, a simple pair of
boxers. In slacks, they always seemed to be the right choice; I had
briefs for working out, but on long trips, boxers just helped me
breathe.

The stream starts, and I look down at my cock. It's skin pulled back, and
the stream barely needs any help finding it's target. I sigh, letting my
head tilt back. I wiggle it a bit, getting the last drops out, and look
back down. It's only then that I notice a crumpled wad of toilet paper
wiggling through a hole in the wall. It falls to the floor, and fingers
pull back from the hole.

Holy fuck. It's a glory hole.

As I said before. I travel a lot. I've been to my share of porn shops,
and seen enough VHS pornos to know what this is for.

Fear kicked in. What if it's a trap? I mean, it's a mens room, so it's
got to be a guy back there. Do I want a blow job from a guy? Is he gonna
want one from ME? I don't think I'm ready for that.

My dick, still unlocked from it's clothing, began to react. I hadn't cum
in days, and it was trying to help me decide.

A single finger pushed through the hole. It slide along the worn edge,
waist high. Then, a whisper. Well, more like a low voice. "Stick it in,
mister," it said.

At this point, I didn't have much choice. Either I stick it in the hole,
or I have to jerk it myself - there was no way my hard-on was going to go
down on it's own.

"Let me suck it," the voice said again.

The voice was persistent. "It's just a mouth, pretend it's your
girlfriend," it said.

I swallowed hard. I'm doing this.

I twisted my torso, and guided the head of my dick to the hole. The
finger, still sliding on the edge, pulled back. "Don't pull out till you
cum, mister," the voice said.

The voice stopped, and I began to feel a tongue on the tip; my foreskin
was tighter now, but still covered some of the head. As he slid the skin
and the warmth of his mouth covered my head, my whole body shivered. My
eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands searched for something to
hold on to. Instinctively, I wanted to begin pumping my hips, but as I
started, he pulled back. "Let me do it, mister," he urged.

I relaxed my legs and let him go to work. His hands held my shaft and
slowly stroked the skin as he began to lock his mouth over the head. I
Feld him slide slowly down, more each time, getting my shaft slick with
his saliva. He continued to use his hand to limit how far he would take
me in his mouth - this was a trick I was used to with Megan - but somehow
this was so much better. Perhaps it was the shady situation, or the
danger, or the anonymous nature of it... Whatever it was, I completely
forgot all of it when the grip of his hand was replaced by the depth of
his throat.

I gasped as the unknown mouth began to slide from the tip of my cock down
the length of my entire 7". He began to lap and lick at eat thrust, then
grip with his hand everytime he would pull back. I could feel the
slippery thick saliva guiding me back and forth into his mouth. There was
nothing I could do be enjoy the feeling, and he was working it really
well.

But then, he stopped. Suddenly, I felt nothing. Was it over? Was he done?
I hadn't cum. I know I pre-cum some - did he think that was it?  I
started to pull back out of the hole.

"No, mister, don't go!" He whispered. For the first time, I spoke back.
"Everything ok, buddy?"

He didn't respond. Instead, I heard scraping on the ground. Then, his
hands were back on my cock. He began to slide my skin up and down with
both hands; I felt the coolness of my head exposed, and then a rough rub
on the tip. I flinched.

His hands held the base of me, and I could feel pressure. I was hard
before, but he seemed to be keeping me tight. It was then I felt it.
Something you know if you know. One time, early in my marriage, I felt
this kind of tightness. He was trying to get my dick into his ass. I
heard him grunt as his hands, locked to my cock, tried to guide in. I
heard him spit, and rub my head again.

"Please, get in," He whined. I could tell he was struggling, but I was
locked in place. Then, something released in him - he inhaled sharply,
and my whole shaft was rewarded with a warm tightness. My eyes fluttered,
and my whole body groaned as my cock recognized this place. I was 6" deep
into the tightest hole I've ever felt. His hands let go of my cock and I
could feel the flush of blood rush through.

The voice now came from higher, and over the stall. "Give me one sec,
mister. When I say so, you can fuck me, ok?"

I nodded, and didn't move. I could feel his hole begin to loosen, and my
own cock was pulsating with my heart beat.

Through gritted teeth, the voice whispered again. "Go. Fuck me. Just make
sure you don't pull out when you cum,"

I didn't know who this was, or how I got into this, but I didn't care. My
core primal nature took over. I pulled my cock back, leaning in to see if
I was actually in his ass. The hole has about 4" wide, so I could see the
cheeks spread, a hairless hole with the tip of my dick. Before now, my
pelvis and dick had been too far in to see, but now that he was up
against the hole, I could tell it was a small ass. No hair. It gripped on
my dick, and I slid back toward it. He held firm, his ass now part of the
hole. I started to pull back again, and he muffled. "Don't stop mister, I
love it,"

I slid forward a couple more times, but it felt dry. I was used to much
more lube when I fucked. I spit down and hit my shaft. I did it 2-3 more
times, rubbing some all over. I slid back in, and jackpot. The slickness
with perfect. It pulled just enough on my foreskin as I slid out, and
rolled it back just enough as I pushed in.

With nothing to hold onto on my side of the wall, I began to rock my hips
back and forth. Each time, I would pull back to the head, then slide in
as far as I could. The voice began to whimper on the other side, but
there was no indication he wanted me to stop.

I began to fuck hard, my hips now hitting the wall with each thrust. I
became quickly aware that I might be heard, but I didn't care. I got
faster, and the voice's whimpers became louder but muffled - he must be
moaning into his jacket!

My head spun with who might be on the other side, but who the fuck cares.
My cock took over completely, and I reached down to pull back my
foreskin. The head of my dick was now exposed, rubbing along the insides
of his tight hole.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I whispered. My thrusts were getting shorter, and I
knew I was close.

The voice responded with no breath, "fill me sir, please finish inside
me."

That was all I needed. I felt myself get even thicker, and with one last
thrust, all 7" of my cock slammed into this hole. My body locked up and
my balls began to pulse. Days and days of cum began to unload into this
hole, and neither of us moved until the pulsating pumps stopped.

I let him pull away from me first, hearing a slap of liquid splash on the
floor. I had cum in him deep, but the load I had filled him with had
still escaped. I grinned to myself, proud of my load, and relieved that I
could finally get off.

I started to grab some toilet paper to wipe myself. Other than the spit
and some cum, I was really clean. It surprised me, since my last
experience wasn't as great.

I got myself situated, pants back up and cock safely asleep. I heard my
bottom neighbor doing the same. I began to wonder - who was it? I bent
down, and he had replaced the tissue in the hole. Well, I gotta know.

I flushed the toilet for anyone who was still in the bathroom, and went
to wash my hands. I looked around, and there were only 2 guys at the
urinal, both dad-looking, like me. All 5 of the stall doors were now
open, except his.

I dried my hands, then rounded the corner of the long hall to the main
door of the bathroom. There was only one exit, he'd have to come out.

Dad #1 rounded the corner, nodding to me as he passed. Then Dad #2. This
was it. The next guy to round the corner...

"Oh, s'cues me mister, didn't see ya there," the voice said. I blinked.
Frozen. There in front of me, was... a boy. Maybe 12, maybe 13. Ratty
brown hair, dimpled cheek. Half my height. Could it be true? Did he just
use my cock? Did I just fuck... him? I had to say something.

I snapped back enough to respond. "Sure," I said, then in my same low
voice, "Everything ok, buddy?"

He looked into my eyes as I smirked. It was him. His face, innocent at
first, filled with panic.

I immediately realized my mistake, and got down on my haunches. "No no no
no, don't worry buddy," I said, reaching for his shoulder. "This is my
secret too, ok? Agreed?"

He exhaled, and I realized then that he had stopped breathing. "Uh, Ok
mister," he croaked, "Secret."

I smiled and stood back up, and wriggled his hair back to a reasonable
state. I stayed back as he walked to the main exit. He turned, and
whispered, "I come here every Friday after school, my mom works late...
maybe I can see you then."

And he was gone. I didn't follow him.

I went to the last four stores, almost in a daze. I got my gifts, took
them to the car. I drove home, unloaded them into the attic. Without
asking what day it was, I headed to the bathroom, stripped down, and let
the water fall onto me. I jerked off two times; once in the shower, and
once in the sink, silently. Each time, I could feel that tight hole.

Here I was. Recently separated. Never had a gay experience. Only fucked
anal once. And this was the best fuck I've had in years. And with.. he
was... how could I know? Did I know? Shouldn't I have seen the evidence?

I did go back, Friday. In fact, twice. Once, there was a different guy in
his stall; he wanted me to suck him. I left. The second time, both stalls
were full. The voice, my great fuck, was in there. "Don't pull out,
mister," he said. I could hear it from the 3rd stall.

I never came back, but shortly after, I did meet a someone from a local
bar. He was 22, and had his own place. We never dated, I would fuck him
2-3 times on the weekends when my son was at his mother's house. Every
time, we would role play. Blindfolds, dark rooms, etc. Each time, before
I would cum, he would say to me, "fill me sir, please finish inside me."


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