Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 09:22:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: garogora@aol.com
Subject: Discovery in Sin City, Part 1 (Adult Youth)

Introduction: This is a true story. While I was a kid at the time, I most
certainly am not one anymore.

The first time I saw a man naked, I was ten years old.


I had seen boys naked before. I had even experimented with a few friends,
and generally enjoyed it. This was different. For one thing, those naked
boys weren't permanently printed on the backs of my eyelids. Many years
later, I can still see that man when I close my eyes. His muscular body,
covered in wet hair. His meaty, heavy cock hanging just a few inches above
his knees. His balls, larger than I'd have imagined, smoother than the rest
of his pelvic area. His face, quickly going from smug to shocked as he
realized it was a pre-teen boy, and not a man his age, that he had just
shown his enormous manhood to.


I had gone into that trailer park shower house to take my evening shower,
since my family's trailer wouldn't have enough hot water for my parents, my
sisters, and I to shower. I didn't even have to share this bathroom with my
sisters, which made it my favorite bathroom ever. But I had gone into that
bathroom a ten-year-old boy who had never really thought about sexuality,
and I came out of it as a ten-year-old boy who knew that he was gay. Even
though nothing more happened there - I never even saw the hairy, big-dicked
stud again - I kept that fondness for public bathrooms.


Two years later, it paid off.


My family had moved across the country, east to west, and we had settled in
Las Vegas. No more trailer park - now there were four of us (as my oldest
sisters had moved out) living in a one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't ideal,
and the bathroom situation typically meant that I would use public
bathrooms rather than wait to get home.


It was a clear, warm sunny spring day. School had just ended for the day,
and I realized shortly after leaving the school grounds that I needed to
pee. Rather than head back inside, I continued towards home - there was a
park nearby that had public bathrooms; I could use those. Brown-haired,
brown-eyed, small for my age but also hairy for my age, I made my way to
the small brick bathroom on the nearest edge of the park.


The lighting inside was only what sunlight passed through murky green glass
in the ceiling, so the bathroom was pretty dim. Despite the relative heat
outside, it was always cool in this bathroom. As I entered, I noticed a man
standing at the sole urinal. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties, with
sandy-blond hair and a clean-shaven face. He wore matching grey sweats, a
baseball cap, and sunglasses despite the lack of light. I figured he must
have just come in ahead of me, despite not seeing him as I made my way up
to the bathroom.


I moved past the urinal to the stalls. These had no doors and were
separated by brick partitions extending from the floor to about seven feet
high; they extended from the wall to about six feet out. As I reached the
first stall, I quickly looked away from the bearded man sitting on the
toilet, anxiously hiding his goods with his hand. I muttered an apology and
moved on to the second and final stall, only to find another man sitting
there. Eyes politely averted, I apologized and stood near the exit,
opposite the urinal, to wait my turn.


Silence reigned in the brick bathroom. After a few moments, I realized the
man at the urinal wasn't even peeing. He was just standing there. I looked
at him - and made eye contact. He was inspecting me over his sunglasses. As
I quietly looked back at him, he turned his whole body to look directly at
me.


His cock was hard, thick, relatively long. If I had to guess now, I'd say
he was just under eight inches, but very girthy; he was circumcised, just
like me. My knees began shaking at the sight of his erect dick. I was
mesmerized.


He gestured for me to come closer. I did; the other men in the bathroom
forgotten. He bent down and breathed in my ear: "Wanna touch it?"


I answered by reaching out and feeling it. The skin was silky smooth even
though the organ beneath it was hard as stone. It was so warm to the touch
- absolutely amazing. When he whispered, equally quietly, "Wanna taste
it?", I already knew that I did.


I bent my head down, and as my lips brushed the head of his cock, catching
a droplet of precum that my tongue darted out to taste, the toilet in the
back stall flushed.


I leapt away, returning to my spot by the door. The man at the urinal
turned to hide his cock as the man from the back stall moved to the sink to
wash his hands. I went to his stall - noting the wide-eyed curiosity from
the man in the first stall - and quickly pulled out my dick. It was
bone-hard and throbbing, but I was able to piss into the toilet by standing
back and aiming carefully. As my dick started to deflate, I moved closer.
When I was done pissing, I sat on the toilet and waited. The toilet next to
me flushed. The man wasn't even out the door before my friend from the
urinal was already in my stall, cock still out.


I picked up right where I had left off, grasping his erection firmly and
guiding it to my mouth. I felt the heat coming off it directly to my lips,
my tongue. He hissed in pain as my teeth grazed him, his cock too big for
my mouth.


"Stand up," he whispered. I did; he got on his knees. "Cover your teeth
like this." He showed me how he was covering his teeth with his lips, then
he leaned forward and took my four-inch erection into his mouth. The next
few minutes passed in utter bliss. My brain turned off as I got my cock
sucked for the first time. Then, suddenly, he stopped. He was standing. His
cock was leaking.


"It's precum, not pee," he explained.


"I know," I cut him off. "I did sex ed last semester." I tasted it again. I
loved it. I covered my teeth, exactly as he had, and took the head of his
dick into my mouth.


He moaned in pleasure. "Can you take more of it? Your hot little mouth
feels so good."


I tried. I took less than half of him before I came off, spluttering for
air. A few tries later, though, and I was definitely passing the halfway
mark. He grunted, "Good boy. Fuck yeah, take it all." He gave a gentle
thrust that caused me to gag; again, I pulled off, gasping for air. I
looked up at him and saw a head dart behind the partition. The man from the
first stall had snuck back in, and was watching us.


Suddenly I was terrified. I was having sex with a strange man in a public
bathroom. Was the man watching going to arrest us? Was he going to wait
until I was alone, hurt me? Kill me?


"He's watching us," I whispered to the man as I pulled his dick fully out
of my mouth.


"It's okay, he'll only watch if you don't want him to join." I hadn't
considered that he might want to join, and I wasn't ready for that. I shook
my head. "Okay," my friend said. "He'll stay where he is." He said it
audibly.


I went back to it, taking his cock as deeply as I could. "Keep it there,"
he grunted. He turned his body a tiny bit; I looked up and could see the
other man watching us at this much better angle. I held it there as long as
I could, then gagged. Five inches of hard cock, lubricated by my saliva,
spilled out of my mouth as I gagged. Both men moaned in pleasure. I looked
at the cock in front of me, saliva dripping down towards the base in
rivulets. I licked them up and resumed sucking.


"Do you wanna taste my cum?" the man asked, looking down at me almost
lovingly.


I popped his cock out of my mouth to respond. "Yes." Then I took as much of
him as I could again.


"Keep doing that, then. If you let me cum in your mouth, though, you gotta
swallow. Swallow every drop."


I moaned on his dick to signify that I understood. This needed to end soon
or I would be late getting home - if my sister got home from her school
first, I'd be busted. I kept going, kept a rhythm up to make it easier for
me.


"Fuck, here it comes." I pulled most of the way off as my mouth got flooded
with hot, slightly saltly fluid. It was very sweet - sweeter than cum
usually is, I would learn as I experienced more of it. I couldn't swallow
fast enough. I didn't want to swallow fast enough - I loved the taste. I
wanted it to last. But my mouth flooded with his seed, then I was
swallowing, wiping cum off my face, standing. I was ready to leave when he
got on his knees and resumed sucking my cock.


It didn't take long before I was stammering, "I'm gonna - I'm - unnnngh!"
He swallowed my load and licked his lips. I put my cock away, zipped up,
and fled. The man in the other stall looked equally shocked and
disappointed, but I didn't have time to stay even if I had wanted to. I had
to get home immediately.


I sprinted home, and managed to get to the bathroom without being accosted
by my mother. I quickly washed my hands and face, then brushed my teeth. I
could never go back there, I decided. It wasn't right.


Six hours later, I was showering and thought about the bathroom. My cock
instantly hardened as my brain replayed the experience. I shot a load down
the drain of the tub, rinsed off, and got out. In the dead of the night, I
woke up in the dark with an erection. My brain reminded me of what had
happened earlier, and I quietly pumped out another load. I didn't want to
make any noise in the dark, so I licked my hand clean of the cum and found
I liked my own almost as much as that man's.


After school the next day, I headed directly to the park bathroom after
leaving school grounds. It would quickly become my favorite part of every
day - it would be pleasurable for the men at the park, too.