Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2020 00:44:08 +0200
From: Paris Sucker <paris.cocksucker@gmail.com>
Subject: a sluts journey part 1 (interracial, adult youth)

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Synopsis:

This is the story of a teenage boy, who desperately wants to explore his
sexuality, and his attraction to older men. When he and his mother move to
a new city, he finally gets to begin the journey that will turn him in to a
lifelong cock-whore.


Chapter 1: Taking my first steps

For most young men adolescence is a time of discovery, and in that sense
mine was no different. When I look back on that time, I realise now how
much it has shaped the man I am today. I enjoyed it so much. It was an
education, a sexual awakening and I guess my training to become a
cock-addicted slut.

It began - as many new adventures do - with a new chapter, a new
setting. My mom and I had recently arrived back to her hometown, Jackson,
TN from California. Her mom - my grandma - had been ill and in slow
decline, and finally my mom bit the bullet and moved us home to take care
of her. I didn't know it at the time but money was her main motivation; a
chance to get her name in the will. She had finally given up on her dream
of making it as a dancer...or an actress...or whatever it was she had moved
to California to become. Falling pregnant and being lumbered with a son
hadn't been in the plan. When the charade of her relationship with my dad
gave up the ghost, there was nothing keeping her in SoCal.

It was the mid-90's, I was in the midst of puberty and discovering my
sexuality. I was a typical 16-year-old. Thin, fair and pretty-looking. The
day after my 16th birthday, my mom had found some pictures of naked men I
had printed off our brand new computer, and it was watershed in our
relationship. A little background; this was the only expensive thing she
ever bought me and it opened a world of wonder. I would spend hours in chat
rooms; speaking with men in Canada, Europe...even as far away as
Australia. My mom had no idea about computers or the internet - she had
little education and little interest. When I wasn't in chat rooms, I would
sit patiently waiting for images to download pixel by pixel of men with
with their dicks out or even fucking other men. I had just started to touch
myself and learn the pleasure that could be found in self-exploration. I
was fascinated with my own penis; reading blog posts about how to make it
bigger and praying it would soon grow and I would get dark hair like the
guys I saw in gym class. I was shy and had only a few friends who were
mostly girls. My dad sensed I was gay - at least I was convinced he did -
and as I grew older he became less and less available. The internet became
my escape.

Anyway, back to the pictures. I took a risk to print two photos of a black
porn star I had grown obsessed with. I hid them in my room and would jerk
off to them every night. I imagined touching and licking his body. I longed
to know how it felt to taste his hard cock and would often tickle my hole,
curious about how it felt to be fucked like in the photos. I was devastated
one day to come home to a blazing row between my parents. My dad rarely
came around - and now here he was yelling what a fag I was. I ran out of
the house and only sulked back a few hours later. It was later that night
my mom told me about the move. I didn't see my dad again, and I see now
with hindsight the beginning of a resentment towards me from my mom too. As
badly as he behaved; cheating and taking her money, my mom loved my dad,
but he didn't care. Now she had a clear person to blame. Me.


I won't go into detail about our relationship, but I was nervous around
her. Both of them scared me, but at least in California I had some friends
whose families were kind and treated me well. They gave me the attention I
needed at that age. They also kept me from looking for it in other places.

Now we were in our 'new' home. It was almost two weeks since my grandma had
passed away and although I had never known her - she had a nice house that
we were living in. It was on the outskirts of town. Mom told me I'd been
before, but I didn't remember at all. One of mom's old school friends had
found her a job working in a care home - the graveyard shift. We had become
like ships in the night. It was the summer and I would be starting a new
school in the Fall. I knew no-one and the only person who was around was my
grandma's old neighbour whom my mom had asked to keep an eye on me from
time to time. Otherwise from 7pm to 8am I was home alone and was free to
wander the neighbourhood during the day too, while mom slept.

There was no internet at this new house, so I spent my days exploring the
neighborhood on a kid's bike the nice old-lady neighbor gave me the day I
arrived. It was green and pleasant, but there was almost nothing to do. As
soon as you reached the end of our street it wasn't too long before you
found yourself on interstate-40. Mom had told me to stick to this side of
the highway, but there was nothing this side; anytime she would take me to
the strip mall or the night she had taken me to the cinema with an old
girlfriend of hers we had crossed over. I found myself going over that
direction on my bike when I got bored the first few, long hot days I was
alone. There was a rest stop which seemed to be the busiest spot close by
and not far along a public park, with some grilling, and benches. It wasn't
well maintained though - and generally I didn't see any kids there.

Nonetheless I found myself hanging out there because it was quiet, shaded
and I wanted to be alone to read my comics. I would pack up as soon as my
mom went to sleep, take some snacks and something to drink and hang around
there the whole afternoon. Sometimes a car drove in or someone would come
over from the truck stop and sit at the benches, but to be honest I hadn't
been paying much attention.

It was hot that day; it felt like 90 degrees and I had been sitting in the
shade sweating and drinking soda to cool down. I needed to pee and I knew
that in the far corner near the parking lot there was a public restroom. It
didn't look to be in great shape, but I was busting so I headed over
there. I noticed two cars in the lot, but otherwise the whole place was
empty and there wasn't a soul in the park. I could smell the urine as I
approached the door. It creaked as I opened it and I walked in turning
immediately to follow the L-shaped corridor. It was longer than I expected,
and I saw a row of cubicles - all with the doors open. At the end, I could
see urinals ran perpendicular along the back wall. I headed in that
direction.

As I walked I could hear shuffling and realised that I wasn't alone. The
place was well-lit with high windows allowing the light to shine in, but
too high for anyone to see in - and I supposed to keep the place cool. I
passed the last two cubicles and glanced in as I passed. In the first one,
there was a tall black man, in shorts and a white vest and in the second a
middle-aged, white guy dressed in casual trousers and a shirt. He smiled as
I passed. I didn't think much of it as I stood up against the urinal and
pulled out my small dick and began relieving my full bladder loudly. I was
thinking about my comic book and finished up to turn and walk back out. As
I passed again, the white guy smiled again - an awkward look crossing his
face - the black guy stood confidently in his cubicle with his hand down
his shorts. I noticed with the briefest side glance that his dick was
hard. I scuffled out and crossed the parking lot to take my place in the
park trying to make sense of what I'd seen.

I waited watching the toilet block from where I had a clear view of the
entrance on the men's side. Five or ten minutes passed and neither man had
exited the block. I was trying to picture the black guy's face, but I had
been too nervous to look at either of them directly. Another few minutes
passed and the door opened. The black guy came out and stood looking
around. He looked over towards me for a while and stared. I could see him
lighting up what seemed to me to be a cigarette. I was nervous again and
didn't move. He started walking towards me; I froze. Should I run away?
Should I stay? I couldn't tell if I was in danger, but as he neared he was
smiling and I wouldn't have time to collect up everything to make a
get-away anyway. Eventually he sat on a bench close enough to me that I
could smell the funky taste of his cigarette. I guessed it was weed like
what my dad would often smoke.

For a while he said nothing. Just looking over and smoking.

"Yo kid!" he finally offered. I nodded acknowledgement, too shy to reply.

"What ya doing out here all alone?" he asked casually. Looking me up and
down.

"Reading comics," I replied quietly, noticing the older white man was
standing by the toilet door in the distance. He was watching us,
waiting. Then finally he went and sat in his car, after the black guy
turned to look at him.

I was watching the black guy sitting on the bench beside me. His beautiful,
dark skin glistening in the sunlight with a sheen of sweat. He was lightly
muscled, but not too much. If I had to guess, I would say he was in his
late 30s. Not handsome, more gruff looking. His hand was on his crotch and
he was obviously rubbing on his dick in front of my eyes. I could see a
large bulge in his jean shorts.

"You come out here often?" he asked me, smiling again and finishing his
joint. His lips were big and he bunched them up as he took a last hit. He
looked handsome, but rough with a few scars on his hands and face.

"Just come out to read my comics, 'cause there's no school, and I like it
'cause it's quiet", I explained almost whispering.

"That's cool, buddy. I like comics too. Hopefully gonna see you here
sometime again," he said as he grinned and started back to his car. After a
minute, the car pulled away and out onto the highway. I realised my whole
body was tensed up and my dick was rock hard.

Then I saw the white guy in the distance, he was getting out of his car and
going back into the toilet block. I was curious. What was he doing in
there? I realised I was touching myself. After another 15 minutes or so of
waiting, I boldly took the decision to go back into the toilet block. The
man had looked harmless and felt something drawing me in there again.

This time when I went in, there were no noises. I slowly and purposefully
made my way back towards the back. As I drew towards the urinals I could
see the guy's shoes - he was back in the last cubicle with the door wide
open. I walked past, too nervous to stop and pretended like I had needed to
pee again. I deliberately took the first urinal so I could look backwards
and inspect what was going on. He was looking right at me when I turned. I
turned my head back to the wall immediately and shook my dick off. I'm not
sure what overcame me but I turned right around with my stiff dick in my
hand and showed him my cock before tucking it away in my shorts. I slowly
walked away towards the exit. I felt his eyes following me out. He didn't
say a word.

When I came outside, I was annoyed with myself. Why didn't I say anything
to him? I took my pace in the park and waited for him to come out. It took
almost half an hour but eventually he emerged and stood outside, seeming to
hesitate which direction he would go. He started walking swiftly and
seriously towards me and stopped at the bench in the same spot the black
guy had sat in before. I said nothing, waiting for him to address me.

"This place isn't for you!" he blurted out. He seemed alarmed. "What's a
boy like you doing hanging around here? You shouldn't be here!"

"I'm just reading my comics," I defended myself. I felt like crying and my
eyes were welling up. The man sighed and sat down on the bench facing
me. His tone became much softer and warm.

"Listen kid...this place, what happens here... it's not for a kid like
you. You could get into trouble here," he smiled trying to reassure me. I
looked at him but couldn't think of anything to say. "I'm a good guy, I
don't want to see you get hurt, but some of the people here...that guy who
just left. He's not a good guy, you hear me? Don't come back here, kid,
okay?" I could see he was waiting for an answer.

"Mmmm Hmmm," I nodded, frozen to the spot. He looked at me regretfully.

"Well, I have a long drive, I gotta go, I'm just passing through," he
finished and headed slowly back towards his car after ensuring I was
packing my own bag and getting ready to leave. He waited in his car, and I
knew he wouldn't leave until he saw me cycle away. Who the hell was he to
tell me what I could or couldn't do? I wanted to stay there despite him;
even to go back into the toilet block. I was getting hungry anyway, so I in
the end decided it would be best to go.

The next day mom had a day off and insisted I take care of the chores in
the house. She was getting more impatient around me, and I felt a wedge or
distance building even greater between us. I did what I had to do and
boarded myself in my room to get away from her. Since the previous night
one thought had been replaying over and over in my head. The black man and
the outline of his cock through his shorts. I had seen plenty of kids'
dicks from school, and over the past year I'd noticed some kid's had dicks
that seemed to become huge overnight, but they were nothing like this. It
was like a large sausage in his shorts running along one side of his leg
and when he rubbed on it I could see the definition even clearer as it
swelled ever so slightly.  I couldn't get it off my mind as I jerked off my
little dick and finally felt the shudder of a dry orgasm run through my
body. My feet tensed, my legs turned in, and a wave of pleasure ran over my
body. I did it at least three times over the afternoon and evening that
day.

At one point, my mom burst in to my room yelling; "What the fuck's wrong
with you? I told you to finish the chores before you could play, you ain't
done nothing!" she shrieked, hitting me across the head. I knew she'd spent
the afternoon drinking and had called a friend over - she told me I
couldn't leave my room for the night. I lay there crying, I wanted to be
back in California, I wanted to be able to jump out the window and go see a
friend, I wanted to be welcomed in and fed, to have some human warmth. I
hated this place, and I hated where I was stuck right now.

The following morning I could tell she was hungover and angry as she left
for work - covering a day shift meaning she would be out for the whole day
and night. She snarled that I had to finish the chores before she got home
and slammed the door as she left. She resented me for this life, but I felt
the same about her, and wanted to be out of her hair too. I did a few
things to seem like I'd been listening and grabbed my bag with some snacks
and headed out on my bike. Cycling through the neighborhood, I stopped
briefly at the small park two blocks down. I was thinking of sitting under
a tree there but there was a group of kids, and I wanted to be alone more
than ever. I hopped back on my bike and soon found myself at the park by
the highway just down from the truck stop. I was happy to see no-one was
around.

Whether it was the emotion and anger of the previous day or being tired, I
hadn't thought much about the events in the toilet block a few days
before. I was lost again in the world of my comics and only came around
when I heard a clapped out, old, black Mercedes pull in. I recognised it
immediately. The black guy from two days before was behind the wheel. He
parked up and I could see him light up another joint. Sitting in the car
smoking patiently. When finally he emerged, I could see him pause when he
saw me and take a long glance in my direction. He waited and waited, then
continued into the toilet block. Once again, I felt my whole body freeze -
not with fear, but with a nervousness and excitement that I hadn't
experienced before. I wanted to follow him in there, but the warning rang
through my head: "He's not a good guy". I waited and waited, frozen solid,
staring at the entrance to the toilet block. Fifteen minutes or more
passed, before he emerged. He stood for a moment, went towards his car and
reached in for something, then started walking towards me. Just like before
he sat close to me, but with enough distance that I didn't feel awkward or
alarmed.

"Yo, kid, you ain't come to see me this time in there", he said grinning at
me.

"Why would I see you in there?" I asked, frowning genuinely unsure about
what he meant.

"Oh ya know, sometimes guys meet up there...anyway I got you this," he
smiled handing me a can of coke, "thought you could do with cooling down
out here." His voice was low, definitely lower than most men I knew. I was
still frozen, and didn't know whether to take it.

"Go ahead kid, I got it for ya," he leaned forward and touched his crotch
again as he handed me the coke with his other hand. He caught my eye and
winked. I smiled awkwardly.

"That's okay dude. Ya like that?" He said, smiling and looking at his
crotch as he grabbed at his dick again.

"I dunno," I shrugged, feeling embarrassed, excited and nervous all at
once. He was facing towards me with his back to the road, with a glance
around he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his big, black cock. It was
soft in his hand with a beautiful light-colored tip. I was mesmerized. He
didn't say a word he just stroked it and I watched as it slowly grew in
size. It seemed to me to be enormous, for sure the biggest I had ever
seen. It was plump and the tip glistened in the sunlight. God, I wanted
nothing more than to bury my face in his crotch. It was exactly like the
cocks I had looked at online, only girthier. I was far too shy though. I
needed guidance from my new older acquaintance.

"Ya ever touch yourself, kid?" he asked, smiling at me warmly. I nodded
meekly. "That's cool kid, we all do it...you allowed to do it, It feel good
don't it?" he continued. I nodded again. Why was I so shy; his presence
intimidated and excited me all at once.

"Come 'ere a second, kid." he said finally, with his now rock hard meat in
his hand. I shuffled towards him, and he continued to look around; with his
back to the highway, we were far enough into the park that no one could
have seen anything. When I knelt beside him he reached over and took my
hand to put it up against his dick. My hand was shaking.

"It's okay kid, just touch it..." he groaned as I stroked my hand along the
shaft barely making contact. I could feel my own little dick swell in my
pants and I reached won to touch myself. He smiled. "See how that feel
gooood!" he grinned. "This what men do to feel good", he took my hand in
his hand and jerked himself. Looking at me in the eyes. Against my hand,
his cock was massive. It felt warm and I couldn't close my hand around it,
unless I used both my hands. I rubbed my own cock and started to feel more
comfortable about what was happening. After a minute or two more he
stopped. What happened next I felt like he had read my mind. He slowly put
his hand around the back of my head and pulled my head into his crotch. He
lifted his cock onto my face and pushed my nose into his big balls. I
inhaled the beautiful scent of an alpha male. It drove me wild. He rubbed
his cock around my face, and I felt degraded and turned on all at once.

The sound of a car pulling on to the gravel alerted us to company, and he
quickly tucked away his throbbing member.

"Thanks dude, that felt good...we don't wanna go too far though, we still
got plenty of time," he looked at my grinning. "Hey if you come tomorrow I
got something for ya..but don't be telling no one about me, ya hear me?" I
nodded. "They call me BOOM, on account of me being loud! And you are?"

"Billy", I replied unthinkingly. "Okay, kid" He smiled again and rubbed my
face gently with my hand. He stood up, walked back to his car and
disappeared back off down the highway.

"WOW" I yelled out to myself, I wanted to squeal with excitement. I
couldn't believe what had happened. He had been so warm and gentle to me;
the warning from the old white guy went completely out of my head. The
whole evening and night I thought about nothing but his beautifully plump
cock on the bench in front of my eyes, glistening as it grew thick and the
light, perfect cockhead swelled to the size of a small apple. I jerked off
in bed before finally drifting off to sleep; I couldn't wait for the next
day to come.

Mom arriving home, yelling immediately was the new normal. I longed for her
to go to sleep so I could leave and go back to the park by the
interstate. She was yelling again about the state of the house, but I had
been out and not touched anything; it was becoming unbearable to even be in
the same house as her. The moment she went to sleep, I grabbed my stuff and
headed out on my bike. It was only a short cycle, but I found myself taking
a back route, so no one would see me or know where I had gone off to if mom
came looking for me. When I arrived at the park, no one was around. I sat
down and waited. Over the course of the next two hours I realised the
traffic in and out of the parking lot was pretty regular. Men stopping or
guys taking the short walk from the truck stop just along the highway with
regularity. I had been so engrossed in my comics the previous days, I
hadn't noticed, but I realised this regular flow of men was actually rather
irregular. Men would arrive and go inside and only emerge once other men
had gone inside. They would come out in pairs and always be touching
themselves after; looking shifty. I sat silently observing until I spotted
the dark Mercedes pull into the lot.

There was another car in the lot, and Boom didn't get out until well after
20 minutes; right after the other car pulled out of the lot. He came
walking over to me and held out a bag of candy and a big grin.

"Told ya I had something for ya!" He yelled out as he approached. I smiled
back and took the bag of candy out of his hand. He sat down close by me and
watched me eat a few pieces of candy, waiting patiently.

"So what you got for me kid?" he asked me, looking me in the eye waiting
patiently for an answer.

"Errrr, I... I didn't get you anything," I replied feeling ashamed that I
hadn't thought of him.

"Woulda been nice if ya got me something too, kid," he said seemingly
upset. "Where's yo parents, kid? They know you out here all day?"

"Just mom, but she doesn't care so long as I ain't at the house - she can
sleep all day and work all night, she'd prefer I was never there!" I
snapped angrily.

"Is that so, kid? Well ain't all parents good parents, that's why you need
friends. Friends help each other out," he said grinning and grabbing at his
swelling crotch.

"Here I got ya something else too, kid," he pulled out a joint and
inspected it. "You smoked before, kid?"

"I smoked some of my mom's cigarettes," I boasted proudly. "I've seen
cigarettes like that before too."

"Oh you did! Okay. This one's for you and me; make us feel relaxed." he
explained as he lit it and took the first few hits. He handed it to me and
I did the same and immediately started coughing. He sniggered, taking it
back and told me not to worry, he was going to help me out. He took a few
hits then told me to come up to him and when he blows out I breathe in. He
brought his face right up beside me and was looking me right in the eyes,
deep brown, beautiful eyes. His large plump lips barely an inch from mind
and he blew the smoke out as I breathed it all in.

"Hold it..hold it...okay you can let go, kid," he directed. For the next
few minutes, we didn't exchange a word as he finished off the joint, and my
mind started to float away. I found my eyes drawn to the bulge in his pants
and I slowly reached out and placed my hand on his cock. He smiled as I
gently massaged him.

"So, what ya got for me, kid?" he asked again, seemingly out of the blue. I
was dazed and confused.

"Huh?" I muttered, "Sorry Boom, I didn't get you anything" I said, still
mesmerized by his crotch.

"Don't worry kid, I know how you help me out. Then we call it even. Follow
me over here, I got something you can do for me," he said, looking around
and abruptly standing up and walking toward the toilet block when he saw no
one else around. Without looking back, he marched away and before I could
even reply he was half-way there. I hesitated a moment, and then like a
zombie focused on putting one foot in front of the other to follow after
him. When I reached the toilet block he had already disappeared inside. I
felt like my sense of smell was heightened and the smell of urine was
overpowering as I entered. I breathed it in, and it excited me to smell
it. I followed the L-shaped corridor and immediately saw Boom waiting in
the door frame of the first cubicle.

"Here, kid, the only one we can be private, them other ones for another
time," he said grinning. Without hesitation, as if I was on autopilot, I
passed him and walked straight into the large cubicle; he closed and locked
the door behind us, then turned and faced me standing clueless in front of
him.

"Down on your knees!" he ordered in a hard tone. Suddenly, I understood why
they called him Boom. I was shaken from my daze, and could feel my arms
trembling.

"Understand me? I said, get down on your knees," he ordered again, "I ain't
gon' tell you again." I knelt down and felt an anxiousness flash through
me. He saw it in my eyes. Stepping forward, he rubbed his hand gently
against my face. "You gon' give me something like I gave you something," he
said more softly now, "that's what friends do".

With that he began unzipping his jeans and pulled out his large, plump cock
which hung down in all its majesty. Seeing it hanging like this, I was able
to appreciate for the first time a real man's big, black cock hanging in
front of me for the first time in my life. I was fascinated. I wanted to
touch it and feel it; breathe it in. I reached forward and took it in both
hands, wrapping my small hands around the extreme girth. It was huge. I
could barely close my two boyish hands around it, as it gradually began to
swell before my face. I started stroking and rubbing it like I had the
other day, how I did to myself when I wanted to feel that amazing feeling
of my whole body tingling.

As it grew stiff and seemed to measure the length and thickness of my
forearm, Boom stepped forward and pushed his cock against my face, looking
down grinning. I still felt like I was in a daze, and became aware that my
own dick was standing on end, raging harder than ever before.

"Can you do something for me, kid?" Boom asked, still speaking softly and
moaning as I continued to stroke his cock as he pushed the swollen cock
head against my cheek and rubbed it around my face.

"Yes, I want to do something for you," I said eagerly, and I meant it. He
was almost the only contact I had had with anyone since moving to
Tennessee, and he was the only person in my life right now treating me with
the warmth I craved. "Please, I want to do something for you like you did
for me."

"Put it in your mouth," he moaned, and looked down in anticipation.

I hesitated looking at the huge man-meat in front of my eyes, wondering how
I would even fit it all into my mouth. "I want you to make me feel good,
kid," as he thrust himself forward a few more inches, aiming his dick at my
soft lips. Without any choice, I felt his large cockhead penetrate into my
mouth. It was massive. His hands came around and held my head in place with
his fingers in my hair. He held his cock in my mouth, as I calmed myself
from the initial shock. The weed made me aware of sensations in my body
like I'd never experienced before. I could feel the weight and size of his
large cock head in my mouth, and focused my mind on it clearly. I could
taste the sweet sliminess in the back of my throat as his cockhead rocked
slowly back and forth. I closed my eyes and focused on making him feel
good. I listened to him moan as I moved my tongue around my mouth and
stroked his cockhead with it.

As he rocked back and forth, I could feel with each stroke that he was
going deeper and deeper into my mouth and putting pressure on the back of
my throat. He was becoming more forceful with every stroke and his moans
more intense. I felt a dull ache as his cock pushed into the back of my
throat harder and harder each time. It slowly started to become too intense
for me and I reached my hands up to push him away. Instead his thrusts
became more intense. I tried to pull my head away and extract his cock from
my mouth, but his hands held my head firm, the thrusts became more spiteful
and violent, as I slowly resigned myself to accept the facefuck he was
forcing on me. Tears started to run down my face, and the pain had become
almost unbearable when suddenly a deep thrust caused his cock head to push
well past the back of my throat and I felt the most intense burning pain of
my life. I immediately felt my stomach retch and I thought I would throw
up. My body jerked around, but he held himself firm and his cock deep
inside my throat. I could no longer breathe and I pushed frantically to
escape his grasp. I could only feel him begin to thrust again, this time
much deeper into my throat. Within a few seconds his body began to
convulse.

"FUCK...oh fuck...fuck..", he groaned with each new spasm of his body.

I knew the sensation he was feeling, I felt that I couldn't blame him when
he finally withdrew from my throat. I gasped, feeling like I had been
choking for over a minute since he entered my throat unannounced. I could
taste something new in my throat, and I wasn't sure entirely what had just
happened. I was bewildered and finally managed to get up to my feet. By
which time Boom had begun cleaning himself off. He squeezed his dick to the
end and I noticed a white juice come out the end, he took his finger down,
wiped it off and brought his hand up to my mouth. Without a word I licked
his finger clean. It was the same sweet taste, and I suddenly understood
from the pictures I had seen on the internet. My orgasms were still dry,
but I had heard talk at school and of course seen photos of cumshots. My
mind was racing. What was this juice? Why did it taste so good?

He handed me a tissue and I wiped my face off. He smiled at me and became
warm towards me again.

"Thanks, kid, ya did good. That's what friends got to do for each other, ya
know. They make each other feel good, ya know, but this just between us,
okay, kid," he was listening and checking no-one was in the toilets, before
opening and getting ready to head out.

"Listen, kid, I gotta head out, but you wait here a few minutes til I left,
aight. You gon' be here for me tomorrow, I might have something for ya, ok
kid," he said, not even waiting for the answer.

I waited as he had told me, and stood frozen to the spot until I heard his
car pull out of the lot. I ran out and grabbed my stuff to head home. But
first, I was curious, I walked further down and looked into the other
cubicles. They looked the same, except I noticed a hole in the wall of one
of them. My mind ran wild, I had an idea why it was there but wasn't
sure. I grabbed my stuff, ran out and cycled home to get something to eat.

I thought about Boom all that night. My throat was a little sore, but I
felt like he was the only friend I had. Yeah he had said we were friends, I
smiled at the thought of it. A friend who brings me gifts and we make each
other feel good. I jerked off and went to bed without brushing my teeth to
taste the sweet aroma of his juice in my mouth as I drifted off to sleep. I
felt happy that I had a new friend and I had someone who treated me better
than my angry and hateful mom. All I could think about was getting back to
the park the following day.