Date: Sat, 04 May 2019 01:36:00 +0000
From: dan.rowknot9@protonmail.com
Subject: Mikey or Mike E. At the fast food urinals. Gay Adult youth.

Mikey or Mike E. At the fast food urinals.
By Dan Rowknot.

DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. The events and characters bear no relationship
to any person or event in real life. This is solely for the purposes of
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Am I the only boy lover that goes to fast food restaurants, and uses there
toilets as a perfect place to see a boy's dick?

I'd gone to one about 4 months ago. I was looking at the menu. Actually it
was one of those touch screen self service jobbies that are now popular.

I hadn't got round to ordering but caught sight of a cute boy. He looked
about 10, maybe 11. With brown, slightly long and waive hair, and
freackles. I have a thing for freackles on a boy. He was wearing a blue
football shirt and shorts in white.

I was kinda listening into his conversation he was having with his Mum. The
lad indicated that he wanted to go to the toilet. His Mum said she would
order for him. I watched him head off to the gents.

I still hadn't ordered. I was using the screen purely to watch the boy, but
the boy had gone to the toilet. I waited about 20 seconds. Long enough to
check no one was paying me any attention. Long enough for the boy to go
into the toilet, stand, hopefully at the urinals, and be mid flow when I
get in.

I'm in a heightened sense of nervousness here. Obviously I don't want
anyone in restaurant to see me following a boy to the toilets. Likewise I
don't want to leave it too late to miss any possible show. And all the time
hoping, praying to the God of boys that this time he'll stand by the
urinals and not go into the cubicle, as so often happens. Or shuffle into
the far corner so you can't see their penis.

I went through the door the boy had gone through, into a lobby
area. Straight in front of me is the disabled, thankfully the door is open
and the light is off. Right for the ladies, left for the gents.

At this moment I was cursing the design of theses toilets. I head left,
going through 2 doors. Thinking I've just mistimed my run.

But no. Praise be to the God of boys, he has granted me a perfect run this
time. My boy with freckles, in his football gear is stood at one of two
urinals.

I hurriedly took the empty urinal next to him, but deliberately, fumbling
with my button fly. I was obviously looking to the right, at the boy stood
next to me. Sadly he was using his left hand, shielding his penis from
view. He was watching me pull out my cock. I let him look. Fighting the
urge of an erection that was threatening. My cock new it was being looked
at by a boy.

Our gaze met. I could tell he knew he had been caught looking at my
dick. So it was a surprise when he smiled and spoke.

"Hey." He said.

"How you doing?" I replied, smiling back, still glancing at his left hand
covering his boyhood. He wasn't peeing, I could see that.

"We're off to see my Nan." He was a confident, chatty lad. I was lovin his
small talk, especially as I knew he still had his penis out, even if it was
covered by his hand.

I wondered how long I could get away with standing there, with my cock out,
without peeing. After all I didn't really have a full bladder.

"I can't go either." He said. Look."

He removed his left hand from covering his willy, showing me his fairly
long, about 8cm and as thick as a marker pen, but also very errect boyhood.

"Wow! I exclaimed. That's nice."

And it was, it was pale white, but you could see all the vanes, tracing
blue and pink lines over the surface, like a little map.

You know. I remember being this kid, being that bold, being a sexulized
exhabitionist by the age of 10. But that was me. It was still a surprise to
meet a kid like me. Especially nowadays, where kids are taught that there
privates are, well private.

I carried on watching. What else was I going to do whilst the boy was
putting on such a good show?

I watched him as he slowly pulled back his tight foreskin. He would gently
pull 4 times back towards his body. The forth pull would see his deep
purple head, break out from under the skin. It looked velvety smooth. Once
it was fully out, it took 2 or 3 strokes up, to get the tip back into his
tight foreskin, again forming a nozzle at the end of his dick.

He was watching me, whilst I was watching him. His little balls were just
showing, pushed up tight to his penis by the elasticated waist of his
football shorts.

He got even bolder, if that was possible. He pulled his shorts down to his
knees, and tucked the hem of his shirt under his chin. Giving me a better
view of his mid section. Allowing his testicles to hang a little lower than
his dick, but still held neatly in there tight purse.

I wanted to move closer, but was afraid I might scare him off. So I stood
by the urinal with my cock out and carried on watching him.

My cock by this stage had decided if it was ok for the boy to have a
stiffie and be showing it to me it was not going to remain flaccid in the
circumstance, so was now stood proudly at it's 6.5inches, throbbing in time
with my heartbeat.

I was still happy with the excellent show the boy was putting on. Just
mesmerized with him playing with his hairless, boyhood.

Going back to when I was a kid myself. I remembered doing these sort of
things. Yes I had done the exact same thing. I'd discovered cottaging when
I was 10.

But at that age it always has to be on a boys own terms. For me if ever a
Man tried to not follow that lead, I would leave, and go stand in public
somewhere.

I knew even back then that if I told anyone that a strange Man had made me
feel uncomfortable in a toilet block. It would be enough to get him into
some very serious trouble. So I didn't want to push anything.

"You can touch it if you want?"

The boys voice brought me straight back from my reminiscing. I did want to
touch it. Boy did I ever want to touch it?

I'd lost all power of reason by now. I slowly moved over to where he was
stood, as though I was remotely controlled.

Extending my right hand out to his willy. Surprised at how utterly hard he
was, how much heat was in his dick. My index finger traced along his main
vain, that ran from the base of his shaft, to almost his tip. Over his
spouting hood of his foreskin, and down the underneath side following his
piss tube down to his balls.

I then took over wanking the boy, using the same 3 to 4 strokes back before
his foreskin would then retract, and the same motion to get his glands
covered again. When his hood was back I touched his velvet, smooth, purple
head. It was slippy. I must of had a questioned look on my face.

"Vaseline." He said. "Last year I couldn't skin back, and Mr Pitcher taught
me how to do it, I've been using Vaseline every morning ever since."

"Who's Mr Pitcher?" I asked whilst watching my fingers touching this young
boys cock.

"He was a neighbor." He replied. "He got promoted in his work, and had to
move away. I miss him." He put, simply.

" Can you pull your hoody back? Do you use Vaseline as well?"

I nodded my answer to the first question.

"But you need Vaseline less when you're older." I added.

"That's true. He said. "Mr Pitcher sometimes didn't use any at all.

" I like your cock, it's not as big as Mr Pitchers, his is massive." He
demonstrated using his fingers close to my cock just how much longer, and
wider Mr pitcher was. My cock straining, desperate to be touched by his
young fingers. So near but not actually touching it. He's right, I'm
definitely not the biggest in that department, a modest 6.5inches, nicely
pointed at the end. In my opinion a perfect cock for a boy to experiment
and experience with. Not so big that it scares them off .

"Can you cum yet? Mr Pitcher cums loads."

I just nodded my head. It was a surplus to requirements nod though, as when
the boy said cum a big glob of pre-cum appeared at my piss slit."

I grinned. I was loving his choice of language, finding him say words like
"cock, and cum and even hoody." Almost as erotic as it was touching his
stiff willy.

He reached his hand over and felt the outline of my cock, drawing my
foreskin right back, using my pre-cum to lubricate my glans properly.

"Here you swap places with me." He said.

I must have given him a another puzzled look.

"If someone comes in it'll be better that way. I can cover my dick with my
shorts see." He pulled his shorts up to demonstrate. I was sad to stop
touching his willy even for a second, but he was right, his erection was
completely invisible under the fabric of his shorts.

"And you can turn further into the corner, if we hear someone come in
through the first door."

His logic made sense. I smiled to myself, thinking how when I was coming
through the first door, I was cursing the arrangement, but was now glad of
that air lock.

We shuffled places. The lad pulled his shorts back down, letting me, see
and resume touching his, still, stiff boyhood."

He started to wank me. I thought he would use the same stroke that he used
on himself, that I was still using on him now. That 4 pulls to skin back, 3
strokes to recover the glands. But he didn't.

He was using a long slower stroke on me. Starting at my ridge, he would
pull the skin in-between his finger and thumb, down my shaft until his hand
was resting against my pubes. Pulling the skin tight on my freniun.

I have to admit it was a fabulous technique.

Mr Pitcher had taught this boy well.

"There's a boy in my class who's hoody is always pulled back. He said. "He
says it's always been like that. Is that right?"

I didn't want to get into the discussion about circumcision, it didn't feel
my place to. Plus I was far more enjoying the sensual taboo that was going
on. So replied.

"They come in all shapes and sizes you know." And left it at that. The boy
nodded.

I moved my hand down, feeling his bigger than a pea size, smaller than
marble, balls. His scrotum, whilst still tight had a little bit of stretch
to it, and I could feel each individual testicle. I moved my offer hand and
carried on playing with and wanking his boy dick.

One hand exploring, his balls and further back, that sensitive bit between
a boys arse and ball sac.

Part of me wanted to touch his arse, penetrate him with my finger, but
didn't for two reasons.

One, I was an adult with a boy in a public rest room, and felt it was too
much of a risk. Two, I didn't know how far Mr Pitcher had gone with the
boy. Last thing I wanted to do was freak him out. It would have ended this
taboo immediately, and let's face it could have even landed me with a
prison bed.

"How old are you? I asked

"Ten and a half." He answered.

The incredulous half, so important when you're only 10. But really, it
meant the boy was only 10.

Ten! That word reverberated around my head.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty two." I replied

I watched my hands still playing with his boy dick. Molestation the courts
would put it.

I looked at his small, soft hands wanking my cock. He was using two hands
as well now. He had turned slightly towards me. His left hand was wanking
my cock, his right feeling my balls, squeezing them, and gently pulling
them down, away from my body.

I knew I was getting close, but so was he.

"It's tickling." He said.

He started to make little sounds, like little squeaks. His unbroken voice
echoing around the rest room, sounding like a hutch full of Guinea pigs.

"Uhh! Oh, gettin me tickles! Gettin me tickles good." I could catch certain
words, but a lot of it was just sounds.

I noticed his legs were starting to buckle. I moved my left arm from his
balls, to round his shoulder. Pulling him into me. He had stopped wanking
me, just fully concentrating on his own impending

boy-gasm.

His hips started to shake. Lots of sound now. I was scared someone would
hear him and come in, it was that loud.

He gave one really loud, almost primeval scream. His hips shot forward, and
I felt his boy dick pulse 4, 5 maybe 6 times.

The little lad was leaning heavily into me, I was supporting most of his
weight. I pulled his foreskin back tight, and there, right at the end of
his glands, at the tip of his piss slit, was a single clear drop of boy
cum. Like a dew drop on a blade of grass.

I swiped it onto my finger and showed it him.

"Is that my cum?" The boy asked.

I nodded my affermention.

"Oh wow! I've never done that before. I mean I've had the tickles before,
but never produced anything. That was seriously good tickles though."

I couldn't resist. I took my finger to my mouth, and placed his boy cum on
my tongue. There wasn't enough to swallow. But I could taste the sweet
nectar, saving it on the tongue as I would a fine wine.

I felt his hand, back on my steel like cock. He was wanking me again, but
still leaning on me for support. His dick was still out, he was still hard,
pointing out at a 90° angle from his body. Whereas before it was
pointing up towards his belly button.

He was masterbating me fast now. I could still taste him on my tongue,
still smell him on my fingers, still watch him wanking me, see his cute
face. I could still hear his own orgasm echoing around the walls, in my
head.

He surprised me further. His head was close to my cock. He stopped wanking
me, holding my foreskin fully retracted back. He opened his mouth wide and
enveloped my penile glands. It all happened so fast. I wasn't really
expecting him to suck me.

I looked down on his small face with my cock sticking obscenely out of his
mouth. His crystal blue eyes, locking into my gaze. One of his hands
playing, gently caressing my balls, swapping from my left to right
testicles. His other hand was back on his own dick. I marvelled for a brief
second that he was back, fully erect again.

The room was spinning for me now. Point of no return. I felt my balls
clench. The boys mouth was so warm, moist and he was using his tongue to
add a bit of pressure to the underside of my glands. An absolute pro at
cock sucking. He wasn't deep throating, but then he didn't need to.

I suddenly realized that I was about to cum. I felt I should warn the boy.

"Bout-to-cu" I didn't get the full warning out. My breath cut short by my
orgasm, as fully as it would be if I'd taken a blow to my solar plexus.

The boy seemed to know what was happening. He pulled my foreskin back
tight, and increased his suction on my cock, as I fired off the first
load. At this point my orgasm seemed to be in slow motion. I felt my balls
fill with spunk again, and fire off as though there was a piston in each
ball pumping, maybe 6 times. Each fire the boy was expertly holding his
mouth on my cock. Gentle motions back and forth, milking every drop

I wanted to make noise, but a part of me still knew where I was, knew it
wasn't a good idea. I bit my bottom lip, just to keep the sound in. I
looked down into his face again as the last clench of my balls overfilled
his mouth and dribbled down the back of his hand. He removed his mouth from
my cock, and opened it wide, showing me all my spunk still inside. He shut
his mouth, swallowed twice and then opened it again showing me the now
empty chamber.

Abatment time.

I looked down, the boy had stopped wanking me now. His willy had now
deflated. It still looks cute, in it 3cm flaccid form.

He had some of my spunk on the back of his left hand. He dabbed his finger
into it, and took a small slither to his mouth. Tasting my cum again.

"Slightly salty, but mainly sweet." He announced "Have you been eating
coconut?"

At this my balls gave another lurch, still trying to fire off more cum, but
there was none left. This tightening, like an aftershock was as strong as
when I was shooting.

He took his lefthand to his mouth and licked off a bit more. It was an open
ended question, I didn't need to answer.

He pulled his shorts back up

"I gotta get back to me Mum now."

He washed his hands, getting rid of the rest of my cum down the sink,
smiled at me.

" I saw you watching me outside, at the counter. I'm glad you followed me
in." He said, and then walked out of the door.

I went into a cubicle and wiped my cock clean with toilet paper. I didn't
wash my hands though. They still smelt of essence of boy. I knew that smell
would be like an aphrodisiac to me for as long as it remained.

Another man entered just as I was leaving.

I thanked the God of boy love that he had not come in any earlier.

Back in the restaurant.

I went back to the touch screen and ordered. The boy was back near his Mum,
waiting for there order. Obviously I was still watching him. I was grateful
that his Mum was taking no notice, totally oblivious that I had just
received one of the best blow jobs I've ever had from her son. Who am I
kidding, one of the best? The best!

The boy kept looking back at me though.

His order was getting put out on the counter. He went over to the self
service ketchup area. He put a pot under the dispenser. He was looking at
me, he squirted the sauce, and missed the pot, coating the back of his hand
with the sauces. The exact same spot that my cum had been a few minutes
before.

I didn't know if he had done it deliberately or if it was just coincidence,
until he looked over at me, dabbed his finger into the sauce, grinned at
me, making sure I was still watching him, and took his finger to his mouth,
mimicking the cum tasting from the bathroom.

At that moment, his Mum appeared by his shoulder making the lad jump
guiltily.

"Oh Mikey! She said. "Go and wash it off, I'll get the sauce, and will meet
you in the car. OK?" Raising her eyebrows as she gave him the command.

Mikey scuttled off back to the bathroom. Yes I really wanted to follow him
again, but knew I couldn't. There was CCTV cameras all over the place, and
would have just looked to obvious.

His Mum grabbed the sauce and left the restaurant, just as my food order
was given to me.

I'd sat down at a table, facing towards the bathroom when Mikey came out.

"See ya." He said as he was passing.

"Yeah. See ya Mikey." I replied.

He stopped, and did a little back shuffle.

"How did you know my name was Mikey?" He asked.

"Your Mum called you Mikey, when you shot sauce over your hand." I replied,
grinning.

He smiled at the memory.

"It's not Mikey though. It's Mike E. Michael Edward." He announced. Edward
is my middle name. It's shortened down see. Mike E is my nickname."

I grinned at his name tale.

"See you Mikey, I said. " Or should I say Mike E?" I wiggled my eyebrows
like Mr Bean dose.

He held out his fist, so we traded a fist bump, and he started to walk
towards the door. He was nearly at the door, then he ran back to me. He put
his arms around me and gave me a hug.

"What's your name?" He whispered in my ear.

"Dan." I replied, in equally hushed tones.

"Thanks Dan. That was awesome." He hugged me even tighter.

I knew if his Mum walked back in now it would be impossible to explain away
why I was getting hugged by her son. But you can't receive a hug, without
giving one back. It just doesn't work that way. So I hugged Mike E back.

"Yeah. It was fantastic!" I whispered back

After a couple of seconds he broke the hug off.

"See ya." He said again

"See you Mike E. I replied.

He headed out through the door, the automatic door closing behind him.

I finished my food, and headed out the same door some 5 minutes later. I
wasn't surprised, but I was still disappointed to find that Mike E, and his
Mum were no where to be seen.

In the coming weeks I tried the same fast food outlet, sometimes at the
same time of day, even on the same day of the week. But they were either
not regular users of fast food restaurants. Or they were just passing
through.

Whatever. I haven't seen them again.

But I have relived that moment, in many orgasm's. The day I meet Mike E at
the fast food urinals.

This story is a work of complete fiction. No events like this has occurred.

In a story you can be involved in a horrific car crash. You can experience
that car crash, without suffering any damage to yourself or other people,
safe in your own home. The same is with this story.

However..... As with all stories, there will be elements of truth.

The boy at the urinals was based on me. The me of 30 years ago. I was a
sexually precocious 10 year old.

This was probably due to, for want of a better term my mentor, who is
another character in this story. The fabled Mr Pitcher. (Name has been
erased and changed completely.)

Mr Pitcher in real life was arrested. Evidently I was not the only boy he
was sexual with.

Mike E is a real Mum's nickname for her son. Based entirely on a tale
overheard from another table in a pub. I losly based the Mum in my story on
this lady, but not her son.

The hug scene is therapy. All nightmare monsters seem less scarry with a
hug.

Thanks for reading.

The first draft of this story was posted on another site, but without the
suck scene.

I know the ten year old me would definitely have sucked the guys cock, so
it had to be re- written, to include it.

Feedback is what keeps writers writing.

I'm working on another story at the moment titled. "Did he touch you too?"
But without anyone sending me any feedback on this story, I don't know if
it will ever get finished.

All comments, constructive criticism or even flames to

dan.rowknot9@protonmail.com