Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 11:08:07 -0500 From: Waldo de la Vista Subject: A Weakness For Bad Boys, Part 2 This is a fiction story laced with a healthy dose of facts based on my life but, most of it is just wishful thinking. It's what I call a cumming-of-age story tracing a closeted teen through 7 chapters as he struggles with his sexuality and a slight streak of masochism. MY WEAKNESS FOR BAD BOYS, PART 2 A MOST MEMORABLE CINEMA EXPERIENCE Lenny invited me to the movies to watch a re-release of "2001 A Space Odyssey". He knew more about films than anyone I knew and assured me it was a must-see. As with all his recommendations, I expected to be bored out of my skull. As we got the tickets I saw a balding, stocky, mustachioed guy behind us who made me do a double-take. He looked exactly like the guy who played Mario in the "Super Mario Bros" movie, only much taller. I found the similarity so funny that I kept looking back at him until he winked at me. I quickly looked away, startled because I'd never been flirted at, and a bit concerned that an old guy thought I might be interested in him. I walked into the theatre with Lenny resisting the temptation to look back. I sat for what seemed hours watching a movie which, given my taste for action flicks, begged for a couple of laser fights. Then I got the urge to pee and stretch my legs. The restroom was deserted, but as soon as I zipped down, Mario entered, stood in the urinal next to me and whipped his cock out. He winked again, walked into one of the stalls and sat on the closed toilet lid stroking his cock to full attention. I joined him in the small stall and closed the door behind us. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and proceeded to suck me off while continuing to masturbate. His mouth and tongue teased my cock just right and seeing a man masturbate in the flesh was the extra stimulus I needed to feel my orgasm surging. I just grunted a bit, not knowing if I should let him know or not. He proceeded to suck me with more enthusiasm. "God!" I whispered as I let my load shoot into his mouth. He swallowed it all and kept my dick in his mouth for a while, moaning as if he needed another dose, and rolling his tongue around my dick's head to the point where it was almost painful. We switched positions and I began sucking him. It was exciting to have him groan, stroke my hair, and call me a good boy. He then told me to stand up and face the wall. I knew that even three of my fingers weren't comparable to the girth of his chubby cock. He lubed his cock with spit while I stared at the tiles in front of me smiling nervously, so excited and frightened at once. But when Mario slowly pushed his thick shaft inside me, the initial pain made me fear I was going to die in that stall. I wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt awkward to change my mind at this point. Fortunately, he knew what he was doing and let me get accustomed to his cock. He began thrusting in and out just as the pain vanished. I didn't feel any pleasure, it was all kind of uncomfortable and weird. I was mostly thrilled to participate in an indecent, forbidden act. Just as he was picking up pace, we heard the restroom door open and he froze, pinning me against the wall. As we waited silently for the man outside to finish peeing, "Mario" slowly resumed sliding his fat pepperoni in and out of my but. I worried about the other stranger suddenly taking a look above the stall and discovering me getting butt-fucked, but that just got my dick hard again. I began stroking myself. When the third party left, "Mario" began thrusting harder and I began beating myself quicker until I came all over the wall in front of me. "Mario" began that unstoppable rush to climax until he buried it deep and grunted with satisfaction. He introduced himself as Pedro. For some unknown reason, I told him my name was Lenny. At his request, I gave him my cell number so we could hook up again to continue doing more "naughty stuff", as he called it. When I sat down next to Lenny in the theatre, he asked me why I took so long. "Diarrhea!" was my answer. I looked at the screen but thought about sitting next to my best friend with a middle-aged stranger's jizz deep up my bum. I thought it was time I came out to him. Maybe it was he who'd gone in the bathroom, figured I was getting butt-fucked, and was playing dumb about it. Then a dizzying psychedelic scene in the movie was displayed in front of me with a huge eye looking back at me. I thought of God, the Virgin Mary, my dead father and all the angels looking down from Heaven, judging me for being a stranger's cum dump. Were they watching over me in the stall? Did they all fly out of the restroom in shock the moment Pedro stuck his cock up my butt? I also thought about how getting fucked had been disappointing. Maybe it just wasn't my thing. I knew I'd always feel attracted to men, I wasn't that clueless about myself but, just as I was a Catholic who didn't go to church, I decided I'd be a faggot without having to do the nasty with men. And there was no reason to tell Lenny if it wasn't going to happen again. I didn't want him hitting on me either, it would be awkward. Pedro called me several times but gave up after four days of me not answering. I quickly got over the shame of being watched from above and was jerking off as usual about a day or two after that tryst in the stall. At the end of the school year, Lenny moved to Panama, where his family was from originally. I was heartbroken and lonely. Even though we wrote constantly, we ended up drifting apart. My world was slowly beginning to crumble. The last year of high school would bring out the worst of Tank's bullying. And my vow of chastity would be broken quicker than I expected.