Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 08:56:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: garogora@aol.com
Subject: Discovery in Sin City, Part 2 (Gay/Adult Youth)

Disclaimer: I didn't include any names in part one. Here, they become a
little more necessary. Obviously the names are changed from reality, though
if someone who knows my family were to read this, they'd know the real
names of every character here... except for Rick.

But I digress. Enjoy this next chapter.

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I sat in my familiar bathroom, alone, enjoying the quiet.

I'd find neither peace nor quiet at home, I was sure. For one thing, my
parents would almost certainly have a problem with one thing or
another. Even my grades could be a point of contention on a slow day, and I
was an all-A student.

This bathroom was my last chance to find peace and cool before walking home
in the sweltering heat of Las Vegas in May. Well, peace and cool and other
things.

Specifically, I sat in the first of two stalls in the bathroom. To my
right, beyond the six-foot-by-six-foot brick partition, was the empty back
stall where I had learned to suck cock months before. To my left, beyond an
identical partition, was the urinal where I had first seen the man whose
cock would supply the first load of cum I had ever tasted. This bathroom
was my temple. I had lost count of the number of men I had sucked off here
- more than twenty, if I had to guess, but probably less than
thirty. Sixteen of the men I could describe well enough to differentiate
from the others. Of those, I knew three of their names. Of these, none were
as important as Rick.

Rick was my first and my most frequent return customer. My first time, I
had struggled to take half his cock and I had been shy about the other man
watching us. Within a month, I had been deepthroating Rick's eight-incher
like a pro. I stroked my cock as I thought about it, feeling a pang of
regret. I should have sucked the other man's dick, too.

School had let out a few scant minutes before. I had left the school
through a back entrance that opened directly onto the park, saving myself
five minutes of walking. It was an extra five minutes I could be sucking
cock without worrying about my sister getting home before me, alerting my
parents to the fact that I wasn't coming straight home after school. I
hoped Rick would get here soon. Sure enough, I heard footsteps within
another minute. I made sure my cock was rock hard, but put on an innocent
expression and hid my erection behind a hand.

The man who came in was not Rick, nor was he one of the others I had sucked
off before. He was tall, lean, dark-haired. He walked up to my stall,
realized I was there, and apologized as he made for the empty stall. His
eyes raked across my partially exposed cock, just as I had hoped they
would. I was mostly playing coy; I wanted him to know I was hard, but if he
wasn't interested, there'd be no repercussions. He'd just make a point to
ignore the underage boner.

I waited a little while, then leaned back on the toilet and started openly
stroking my cock. It took the man all of ten seconds to discreetly step
onto his toilet so he could look over the partition and watch, not
realizing I was looking up, waiting for him. I nodded at him as we locked
eyes.

He stepped down and then leaned around the partition to watch me
directly. I stood and walked into his stall. He seemed stunned by that, but
didn't object. His cock was out and hard already. Cut, thick, not
especially long. He had a nice full bush. I sat on the toilet and started
sucking his dick. He gasped as I took him all the way into my mouth.

I had spent months sucking Rick and other men like him. I knew how to make
a man cum, and this one was easy. He was smaller than Rick, yet no less
surprised that such a young boy was able to swallow him easily. I went at
it quietly for a few minutes. When he started breathing shakily and I felt
precum leaking into my mouth in time with his rising pulse, I played my
trump card: I looked up into his eyes. I pulled almost all the way off of
him, leaving just the tip in my mouth while my brown eyes pored into his
blue ones. I held his balls tight in my right hand, and without taking my
eyes off his, I buried my face in his pubes and his cock in my throat. He
unloaded, firing six shots of thin, salty cum into my mouth. I let the
first two happen while still deepthroating him, but I pulled off so I could
taste the rest. I showed it to him before I swallowed.

He left right away. I stayed for fifteen more minutes, accepted that Rick
probably wasn't going to make it today, and set off for home. I arrived
thoroughly soaked in sweat, grabbing a clean shirt and boxers and treating
myself to a quick rinse in the shower before putting on dry clothes.

The rest of my day seemed to follow the normal routine. My stepmother
berated me while I did chores. My sister, Ivy, got home from school about
twenty minutes after I did, but went to take a shower instead of helping me
with the chores. My stepmom had no problem with that, somehow. By the time
Ivy joined me in doing chores - which she only did so that later, she could
claim she helped - I was almost done.

I started my homework and was almost done with math when my dad got
home. He wasn't alone.

Dad had brought his friend Terry. Terry was different from most of Dad's
friends. He was lean and muscular where most of them were - well, not fat,
but not in shape either. While they all had a reasonable level of fitness
due to working in manual labor, they tended to have beer guts. I still
thought most of Dad's friends were hot, but Terry was on another level. For
one thing, he was at least ten years younger than Dad. For another, he was
obsessed with his fitness. He was also from New England, and his accent
sent shivers down my spine.

"Terry's staying with us tonight," Dad told my stepmom. "He and Sasha might
be splitting up."

Sasha was one of the reasons Terry was different from Dad's other
friends. She was gorgeous, in extremely good shape, and had been born a
man, if the gossip I'd overheard my stepmother telling a neighbor was true.

I had met Sasha a few times and liked her. The first time we had been alone
together (an event that had occurred perhaps three months before, no more
than two minutes in my dad's truck while he was getting gas and Terry was
buying beer), Sasha had leaned in close and whispered. "I know you're
gay. I won't tell your parents. You can talk to me about anything." She had
squeezed my hand. It was a very kind gesture.

"How?" I had asked.

She smiled. "I've seen the way you look at Terry." She looked out the
windshield of the truck and I followed her gaze. Terry himself was striding
back from the gas station, his cock swinging visibly in his sweatpants. "So
tasty," Sasha had whispered, but then Terry got back in the truck and our
brief conversation was swept under the rug.

Terry was wearing jeans now. His dick didn't move around in them, but there
was a sizeable bulge when he sat down. I averted my eyes.

"Where are Ryan and Ivy gonna sleep?" My stepmom asked Dad. In our tiny
one-bedroom apartment, it was difficult fitting four of us. Ivy usually
took the couch. I usually had to push the coffee table to one side so
there'd be room for me on the floor.

In the end, my stepmom talked to our next-door neighbors and decided we'd
sleep there. It wasn't the first time Ivy and I had slept in their living
room. I hated it. They had four male cats, none of whom were fixed. Every
surface in their home reeked of cat spray. Ivy didn't mind the stink,
somehow.

After dinner, I finished my homework. Ivy hung out with our neighbors,
having changed into pajamas as soon as it was dark out. I did everything I
could to delay going next door. Eventually, my parents let me know they
were going out.

"We're just going to the El Cortez," my stepmother said. "Your dad has his
cell phone if you need us." This was code for "do not interrupt our night
out." Terry waved them off.

"If anything needs handling, Ryan and Ivy can bug me. You guys have fun."

My stepmom glared at me as if to say, "Don't bug Terry, either." I looked
up at her meekly. "Fine," she concluded. "Ryan, take the trash out before
you go to bed." She and Dad left.

I went ahead and started getting my shoes on so I could take the trash out
now. I didn't want to forget and be in the doghouse for it later. As I
knelt, tying my shoes, I realized Terry was standing over me. I looked up
at him.

"Y'know, you look good from that angle."

I stared up at him in stunned silence. My face must have turned a deep
shade of red. He winked and laughed. Patting me on the shoulder, he said,
"Don't be so serious, bud." He made his way into the bathroom.

I took the trash out to the dumpsters and caught my breath. The night air
was only cool compared to the oppressive heat of the day. When I felt
relaxed, I made my way back home, dreading the fact that I'd have to get
ready for bed and go next door soon.

When I got outside our apartment, I stood, shocked. Terry was lying on the
couch wearing very thin sweats. He had his phone in front of his face,
blocking it from view, but his right hand was down his pants, tugging away
at his stiff cock. He couldn't see me: our windows had a reflective foil on
them that caused them to function like a one-way mirror. This was to keep
the heat out and the AC in, but it also meant that whichever side of the
window was darker would be perfectly able to see through the window, while
the better-lit side could not see through it.

I watched as Terry pulled his sweats down, exposing his cock, and took a
photo of it with his phone. I steeled my nerves and walked inside.

He jumped about a foot in the air, struggling to hide his dick. It was no
easy feat, since he was about as hung as Rick, if a little thinner. I
locked the door behind me, then walked around the couch and closed the
blinds. He seemed surprised at that. While he still lay there, I got on my
knees next to the couch, about level with where his crotch was. He sat
up. I was directly between his smooth, muscled legs.

My heart was pounding in my throat. I was certain he could hear it, could
probably see it if he looked closely enough. I broke the silence. "I do
look good from this angle," I whispered. "But I bet I could look even
better." I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his sweats.

He lifted his ass off the couch, I think out of sheer instinct. He looked
more nervous than I felt. When I grabbed his still hard cock near the base
and squeezed my way to the head, he took a deep, shuddery breath. I bent my
head down to taste the bead of precum gathering at his slit. As soon as the
warmth of my mouth made contact with his cockhead, Terry gave an
involuntary moan and raised his arm, hiding his eyes in the crook of his
elbow. It was clear to me that he was allowing me to go ahead, but he was
afraid of how much he would enjoy it.

That was fine by me. Many of the men I had sucked off at the park had done
the same. A couple of them were undoubtedly thinking of their own sons, who
would be on their own way home from school at the time.

Terry didn't have any kids, so I knew that wasn't what he was picturing
when he had watched the head of his cock disappear into my warm, wet
mouth. It was my father he was thinking of.

I caressed his balls with my right hand, stroked his shaft with my left,
and innocently suckled the head as if I didn't know what I was doing. I
wanted Terry to see what I was about to do to him. I took another inch of
him into my mouth, slowly, and backed off quickly, as if it was too much
for me. I teased the underside of his meat with my tongue as I did so,
hoping the sensation would make him look. Then I went down again. I took
about the same amount - the head, plus an inch. He gave a faint groan of
approval. I slowly took another inch and quickly backed off, faking a deep
breath when I came up. He still kept his arm over his eyes.

I tried again, but this time I covered the head and about half of his shaft
- another inch and change more than I had the previous time - and I
immediately came back up, only to bob right back down. I did that for a
solid thirty seconds. His right leg started to bounce and shake
uncontrollably, as mine had the day I first sucked Rick's cock. I would
have smiled if not for the cock I was sucking. At the end of the thirty
seconds, I held myself with about half his cock in my mouth, trying to get
my tongue around it to caress its entire girth.

I was looking up at Terry's face when he gave a pained expression and
whispered, "Can you take any more of it?"

Jackpot. I gave an affirmative-sounding grunt and waited. He whispered,
"Try it." I still waited. I wanted him to look.

After a few more seconds, I reached up to touch his face. My fingertips
lightly grazed his stubbled chin. He looked down as if afraid of what he'd
see. We locked eyes.

His eyes were blue. They reminded of the man I had sucked off in the park
earlier today, but Terry's eyes were a lighter, more vibrant shade. He
couldn't seem to look away from my brown eyes, perhaps because if he looked
any lower, he'd be looking at the thick, hard cock that was half vanished
down my throat.

Maintaining eye contact with him, I sunk down until my lips made contact
with the smooth, shaven mound of his pubic area. He gasped quietly, and I
felt a throb in his cock as he started pouring precum. I didn't come up for
air until my eyes watered and my lungs were screaming for a breath. Air was
a luxury. This cock was my life.

When I did come up for air, it was just one deep, quiet gasp before I
throated his whole cock again. And again. And again. After three breaths, I
felt relieved enough not to need another right away. I went from the
position halfway down his cock to taking it all the way. His heavy cock,
which had a slight downward curve, slid deeper into my throat than Rick's
thicker cock could. My sitting position in front of him had to be helping,
too.

He wasn't hiding his face anymore. He was enjoying it too much to be
remember not to enjoy it. He even smiled.

"You're a little fucking pro cocksuckah, ahn't ya?" His New England accent
got a little thicker as he got more excited.

In response, I deepthroated him and hummed happily. He grunted his
satisfaction, then reached down and slapped my ass, grabbing a handful as
he did so.

"This ass evah been fucked?"

I pulled off slowly. "Yeah," I lied, not wanting him to think I was
virginal. He saw through it.

"Fuckin' liah. Nice little vihgin hole, eh?"

"Yeah," I muttered.

He leaned in close to whisper directly in my ear, as if afraid someone else
might hear him. "If you wanted me to be the first to fuck that hole, I'm
all for it."

I was terrified. My legs got that shake in them. I knew I wanted it. "Yes,"
I said. "Y-yeah, I want that."

He looked at me seriously. There was hunger in his eyes, but also
disappointment. "I, ah, I can't do that, buddy." He broke eye contact with
me. His cock started to deflate a little. "I fuckin' want it, I promise ya,
but..."

"But my dad," I finished for him. I thought for a second. "Dad would want
me to be safe. You won't hurt me. Someone else might, right? But you're
trustworthy."

"That's a good point." He trailed off. We sat in relative silence, only the
air conditioner breaking it until the sound of a movie came from through
the wall, and Ivy laughing. "And theah's the othah reason. These fuckin'
walls are too thin. If you yell out once, ya sistah rushes ovah heah to
find out why." He lifted his ass and gently slapped my face with his
half-hard cock. "I guarantee you won't take this quietly the first time."

I took that cock into my mouth, throated its length, and moaned as I bobbed
on it. It started stiffening in my throat. It was the most amazing thing I
had ever felt. I pulled off when it was fully hard. "I can do this quietly,
though," I said.

Terry nodded at that, then pushed his sweats all the way off. He pulled a
small plastic bottle from a pocket. "You evah fingah a guy before?" I shook
my head. "Then I'll teach ya something. He squirted a bit of the liquid on
his hand and took my right hand in his. His hands were huge compared to
mine, as well as slick. "That's lube," he said. "Rub ya fingah against my
ass." He scooted down the couch a little to give me easier access.

I must have looked repulsed, because he chuckled. "It's clean. I took a
quick showah when you took out the trash."

I looked closer at his ass. It was clean. It was smooth as well. Even my
ass had some hair on it. That was when I realized that Terry wasn't
naturally smooth, but shaved or waxed. His puckered hole was no darker than
the skin around it. I rubbed the hole with my slick, lubed up finger. After
a couple seconds, Terry said, "Push it in, just a little."

I did. It was warm. No, more than warm. It was hot, like plunging my finger
into hot dish water; except it was also tight, like his hole was trying to
both squeeze me and pull me further in. I explored a bit. Terry
exhaled. "Yeah. Rub that lube around. Now push in more."

Eventually I was sunk in to the knuckle. Terry looked like he was in mild
discomfort. His dick was softening again, but leaking precum like
crazy. "Now move yah fingah up a bit, like ya'h tryin' to fill my dick up
from the inside." I tried, and my finger came across something. It was
almost rubbery in texture, resisting the pressure of my finger.

Terry's cock leapt. A slimy line of precum flew from it. I caught most of
it in my mouth, though some landed elsewhere on my face. Terry cleaned it
off with a thumb, then insert the thumb into my mouth. I sucked it
clean. "Keep playin' with that little button, buddy. And keep suckin' my
big fuckin' cock."

He leaked precum constantly while I played with the button in his ass. It
stiffened, pressing back against my finger. I maintained a constant pace as
I throated him and came almost all the way back up. Terry shoved a fist
into his mouth to keep quiet. I resumed eye contact as I began to feel the
little nub in his ass throb against my finger. Almost instantaneously, I
felt that same throb through his dick. I didn't let up. I put even more
pressure against that magic button, and sped up the pace on his shaft,
which was coated in a combination of my saliva and his ample
precum. Terry's face got redder and redder as he held in what must surely
have been a thunderous yell, then he unloaded.

I was accustomed to swallowing down huge loads. They were nothing compared
to this. It felt like the first shot of it filled my mouth. I was still
swallowing when the second fired straight down my throat. Terry's eyes were
rolling back and he was shaking and spasming wildly, so I stopped trying to
maintiain eye contact and focused on not choking to death on his cum. I
thought, how would he explain that to Dad? and gagged as I struggled to
keep from laughing and cum flooded my mouth again. I extricated my finger
from his hole when it squeezed even tighter.

I kept swallowing. After a few mouthfuls, the shots became smaller. I
savored these while I sucked his cock clean. I sucked and licked until he
was totally soft, then I deepthroated him again for good measure. He pushed
me away, laughing shakily. "Fuck, gimme a break, kid."

He walked to the bathroom, naked from the waist down. I followed.

He moistened a washcloth and cleaned the lube from his ass. When he
realized I had followed him, he gave me a little smirk. "You gonna tell me
where you learned to suck cock like that?" His accent was back under
control.

I thought about how to answer, then decided I couldn't possibly get in
trouble for refusing to tell him. "Nope," I said, smirking back.

"Fair," he said. The "r" sound was almost its own syllable, as if he were
trying to say "fay-eh".

He froze for a moment, then bent down and kissed me. It was short, but his
tongue gently probed past my lips. It was the first time I had been kissed
by a man whose cum I had just swallowed.

It was the first time I had ever been kissed. I was stunned.

He smiled at that - not a smirk, a sweet smile. Then he smacked his
lips. "You taste like my cum. Not a bad thing to taste like, but you bettah
brush your teeth. I don't want your sister figuring out what happened
because you went over there with cumbreath." He ruffled my hair and went
back into the living room.

I brushed my teeth then went back into the living room to get my
pajamas. Rather than taking my clothes back into the bathroom to change, I
stripped in front of Terry. I even bent over to take off my socks rather
than kneeling. I wanted him to want it. Sure enough he was staring and
hiding a newly growing erection.

"Fuck, kid," he exclaimed. "Go to bed before I have to pound that ass." I
laughed, pulled on my pajama pants and tank top, then headed for the door.

"Ryan," Terry said.

I stopped and faced him. "Yeah?"

"C'mere." I walked over to him. He pulled me in for a hug and whispered,
"Our secret. Don't tell anyone, arright?"

I nodded solemnly. He kissed me again. "Now fuckin' go before I change my
mind." He was grinning.

Unbeknownst to either of us, it was the last chance I would have to be
alone with him for over two full years.