Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:39:43 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: The Boy at Arbys **063 - The Boy at Arby's The Boy at Arby's His name was William. He went by Will. We met at Arby's fast food in the weirdest way, in the rest room. Oddly, I'd never been in there before, the restroom that is. Never saw such a strange arrangement. Walking straight in is the sink and mirror. To the left is the stall for handicapped. There was someone in the stall. To the right of the sink is the urinal, with about six inches between it and the sink, and no modesty shield! It's close enough, I could've just as easily swung to the left a little and pissed in the sink. So I've got my cock hanging out and there's not much hiding it but I held it in my right hand purposely to expose it to anyone to might come up to the sink. The stall door opened and this kid came out and stepped up to the sink to wash his hands. I saw him glancing at my cock while I was pissing. He suddenly decided he needed to splash water on his face. He bent over the sink and I could see him tilting his head to the side, stealing glances my way, then he turned his head and just looked. Naturally I started getting his vibes but he was pretty young and Arby's rest room was no place for it. I could've smacked him in the face with my cock, we were that close. Still bent over, he craned his neck and looked up at me and made some remark about my cock, I don't remember what he said. I was finishing pissing and I milked my cock and gave it a couple of extra shakes for his benefit while he was drying his hands. This kid was cute and nicely put together and I was sure he was interested but he was young, and I wanted to get out of there. As I stepped back from the urinal he took a small, hand printed card out of his pocket and said, "Email me sometime." He was young but he had balls. I thought about it for a couple of days but he, and my curiosity, finally got the best of me. I wrote him a short, simple email, something like...... "Hi. I'm Pete. We met at Arby's in the rest room the other day. You gave me a card with your email address and said to email you. So I'm emailing you." He wrote back a very excited email. We exchanged several more emails over the next couple of days and he talked some sex stuff but he never mentioned anything about us meeting as I thought he would. I thought maybe he was afraid to, and I thought it wise that he was being cautious. I was cautious too, I let him bring the conversation around to sex and my cock came up. He said he definitely remembered that I was carrying the biggest cock on the planet. He joked that it must have its own zip code; I've heard that before. He said he wanted to touch it so bad when he saw it hanging out like that. I asked him if he had much experience with guys and what he liked to do. He had almost no experience. He said he wasn't a virgin but it had only happened once, with an uncle who had visited about a year ago. He never mentioned what he liked to do and I didn't pursue it. He talked a lot about himself, what school he went to, he played soccer, he was going on seventeen, which meant he was sixteen; all sixteen year olds are going on seventeen. He said he didn't have a girlfriend but he had fucked a girl once. He said he hoped being sixteen-almost-seventeen wasn't a problem. I told him no, not if it wasn't a problem for him but there was still no mention of us meeting. He mentioned in another email that he didn't have a girlfriend but he did date girls as a cover. He said he much preferred boys but he didn't know any boys he trusted enough to approach them about sex. He asked me if I knew any boys he might meet. I wondered if he was wanting me to be his pimp. I told him I might; I would have to think about it. I thought of my neighbor kid, the one in college. He was older but he wasn't home yet. I didn't suggest us meeting. I would wait for him to make that move. Maybe he wasn't interested in a man my age. He finally did ask if I wanted to meet. I told him yes, and did he have a place. He gave me times when his parents would not be home, and gave me his address. That situation is not to be trusted; parents can show up at the most unexpected times. I told him no, I wouldn't come to his house. I also told him he shouldn't give out his address like that to strangers. He mentioned a friend's house but I didn't feel comfortable with that either. I suggested the park outside of town. That was fine. I named the location and we agreed on a time. He didn't show. I waited for a half hour or so then drove home. I didn't bother emailing him. I would see if he emailed me with an explanation. If he was some smart ass kid playing games, I wasn't going to play his game. I got an email from him the next day. He was very apologetic. He said he had to go someplace with his parents unexpectedly. He wanted--practically begged--to arrange another time. He seemed on the level. I told him I understood parents could get in the way, and we agreed on another time. The next evening when I drove out to the park he was waiting on me. He was all smiles and seemed excited as he got out of his car and came toward my truck. I was still cautious. He was, after all, just sixteen. I got out of my truck and we walked over and sat on a picnic table, me on the table, him sitting on the bench. We exchanged pleasantries, still parrying with each other. He was the one who said, "We don't trust each other, do we?" He was a pretty astute kid. "And we shouldn't," I said. "Yean, I'm only sixteen, and you could be a serial killer." "That's the reason we are out here, sitting on a table in plain sight of anyone who might decide to drive back here," I said. We were back in a picnic area in the dark shade of the trees where we couldn't be seen but I could see anyone turning into the road and we could easily be apart and be straightened up before they got back there. It was the same spot where I had sex with the young roofers. Our conversation went something like this: "If you are a serial killer, I know what you use for a weapon. But I don't think you would hurt anyone." "No, I wouldn't hurt you. I have a son of my own." "Oh. How old is he?" "He's in his twenties." "What's he like?" "Not bragging, but he is a total stud," I said. "If he's as much of a stud as you, I want to meet him. Do you think he's ever met an older man like this?" "I don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me." "I never saw a cock as big as what you showed at Arby's." "Well, you certainly had a bird's eye view. I never saw such a crazy setup like that in any restroom before." "But I never got to see all of it," he said as he reached over and brought his hand up to my crotch. I set my boots apart on the bench to spread my knees and he started groping me. "How come you're not hard? I've been hard since I go there." "I don't need to be hard. Don't worry; it'll be hard when the time comes. You're sixteen; you're hard all the time." I was sitting leaned over with my forearms on my knees. As he groped me, he was feeling for my fly. I leaned back across the table so he could undo my jeans. He fumbled around for a moment and I finally hauled my cock and balls out myself and tucked the waistband under my balls. That hefted my balls up, making them look even bigger, and my cock draped over them like a small anaconda. "Holy Shit! That is huge!" "Not as big as it's going to be." "Oh, Man, that is beautiful." He got up and moved over on the bench seat to sit squarely in front of me between my legs and leaned in and began licking my balls and kissing my cock. "I don't know if I can even get my mouth around it. Do you ever have anybody who can take you all the way?" "Sure, lots of times. Most of the time in fact." "Man, I want to so bad." "Give it a try, see how you do," I told him. He did good things with my balls. I loved seeing them overflow his smallish hands, and seeing his cute face down there with his tongue doing such a wonderful job. My cock grew and swung up to demand its share of attention. He had a look of awe as he played with it for a few minutes before he went down on it. He did an equally outstanding job on my cock. I loved watching his full, boy lips wrap around the head and slide down the shaft a ways. His mouth felt so good. An inexperienced mouth always does, especially if he's so young and eager. As my cock expanded, his mouth became distended around its girth and he could only handle the head and a couple of inches. But he worked hard at it. He was a boy hungry for cock. "My Godd." He gasped, wiping the drool off his chin and using it to stroke my cock. "Nobody could possibly take this all the way; it would have to go in his throat." "That's right, but a lot of guys have." "All of it, all the way?" "Yes." "How can they take it in their throat without choking to death?" I could tell how inexperienced the boy was. "The secret is to take it before it gets hard, that way it conforms more to your throat, like a snake going into a hole." He said he would just suck what he could get in his mouth and then he went back down on me. He slurped hungrily and the drool ran down my cock over my balls. "Godd, I love doing this," he said, then he lifted his head to smile up at me. "I guess that makes me a cocksucker, huh?" "You are fuckin' good at it," I said. "Am I, really?" "Damn good." He eyed my cock for a moment as he stroked it. I could see the wheels turning. "Okay, I'm going to try to take just the head into my throat. You might have to force it." He went back down on me and I laid my hand on his head but didn't apply any pressure; it was only to encourage him. He pushed his mouth down hard, pressing my cockhead against his throat opening but he instinctively constricted his throat opening. I ruffled his hair. "That's not gonna work. You tightened your throat at the same time you tried to take it." "I know. I'll try again." This time I could feel the muscle stretching a little but he was instinctively tightening his throat. I took his face in my hands and lifted his head. "Don't try so hard, and try to relax your throat, and try to breathe. And don't panic, it's not gonna kill you, and I'm not gonna force you." He nodded and I guided his mouth back to my cock. This time I put a little bit of pressure on and forced the head of my cock into his throat. His eyes bugged out as he realized he was doing it. I kept my hand lightly on his head to keep him in that position till he had a chance to get used to it and realize he could do it. When I moved my hand he stayed put. Finally he drew back with a loud gasp. "No way, that way," he said, laughing. "I'll wait till it goes down. Meanwhile, do you want to fuck me? I came prepared for it." I was more than just a little taken aback. "Hell yes, but I'm not sure if we should do it. You said you don't have much experience. How are you so sure you can take me?" "I don't know if I can, but I know I will," he said. "I've wanted to be fucked again ever since my uncle did it the first time." Okay, I remembered he told me he'd been fucked. That was a relief. It would've been great to get his cherry but I wasn't about to fuck a sixteen year old virgin boy on a picnic table in a public park. "I'm not going to rape you, even you ask me to," I said. "Will you use all of it on me?" "Only if you want all of it, and can take it." "I do." "Okay, the best way is for you to get on top and ride me. That way you you're in control. You can take as much as you want." "Will it rip me apart, though? I mean, just the head is like a baseball." "It'll stretch you. But I've never ripped anyone a new asshole," I assured him. "Bet you've made a lot of guys walk funny for a while though." I was reluctant, and a little nervous, about fucking the boy right there in the picnic area, even though I'd done it before on several occasions. The park was full of places for sex and it was well known that they were well used. If someone was looking for a place to spread out a picnic they would likely see our vehicles and drive on to a place that wasn't being used. But I had this paranoid image of a park ranger lurking somewhere in hiding with binoculars, just wanting to find a teenage boy being fucked by an older man. Dumb; I'd never heard of anybody getting busted for having sex out there, although there were the usual interruptions. I pulled Will to his feet and led him around to the end of the picnic table so he was facing the road out. I bent him over the table and told him to keep his eye out for anyone turning into the road because I wouldn't be able to see.....he had no idea why of course. I pulled his cargo shorts down and saw what he meant by coming prepared.....he wasn't wearing anything under the cargos. He had an awesome little butt; it was mouthwatering, and my mouth was watering. And he smelled good. Fuck, I had to swallow the excess spit. He wanted to get fucked but I could just as easily spend the time rimming him and be perfectly happy. "Damn, you've got a nice butt," I told him as I played with the twin, firm mounds of ass muscle. He thanked me, his voice a little shaky. "Hey, don't be scared, I said I'm not going to hurt you." "I know but I'm still nervous. You're so big," he said. "Don't worry; I'm going to make you want it." I squatted down behind him and gazed at his ass. Man, what perfection! Spread apart, I could see his pucker with a light growth of hair between his buns. Godd, I love young ass!! I could understand laws against rape or forcible coercion of a teenage boy, but ass play should not be against the law for boys in their teens. What possible harm could come to a boy bent over like this to have his ass eaten? I knew dozens of guys who would be happy to do just that, and only that. I blew my hot breath into his crack which caused him to look over his shoulder. "What're you going to do?" he asked. "Have you ever told anybody to kiss your ass?" "Yeah, lots of times," he said. "Has anybody ever done it?" "No, never." "Tell me to kiss your ass and I'll do it," I said. I loved the little game I was playing with him. He just looked at me for a moment, a bewildered look. "You're really going to kiss my ass if I tell you to?" "Yeah." "Kiss my ass, then." I leaned in and planted a kiss on each of the inner slopes. It made him giggle. "Can I do more than kiss it?" I asked. Another bewildered look. "Fuck, yeah, I want you to fuck me." "I wanta eat it first, tongue it." "Ohh, fuck, are you serious?" he asked, wide eyed. "You're uncle never did that for you?" "No. He just fucked me. He didn't even get me off. He shot his load in me and I jacked off after he finished." "I will get you off, I promise," I told him, and I planted several more wet kisses on his beautiful butt. Then I dragged my tongue along the inside of his left cheek, then his right. I teased him, back and forth, purposely avoiding going deep enough to touch his hole, which was clenching anxiously now. "Aww, that feels good," he murmured over his shoulder. "Okay, but you gotta keep your eyes front," I told him. He turned his head back and I buried my face in his butt, with my tongue pushing my pursed lips against his hole. He yelped with surprise, followed by a loud moan. I pressed my mouth hard against hole, working my lips like a closed mouth kiss. Finally I shoved my tongue out between them and began licking his hole. "Awwwhhh! Ohhhh.....oh, fuck!" I smiled and I swear his ass smiled back at me. I licked him for several minutes, and I could feel his asshole relaxing, pushing out, like it was begging for my tongue. I gave it to him. Or, rather, he took it. When he pushed out I stuck my tongue into his pucker and it retracted and sucked my tongue up inside him. "AAhhhh!.....Ohh, Godd....Ohh, fuck! I never expected this." I rimmed him good, wanting to make his first rimming something he would remember; hoping I might get another chance at him. I hoped spit would do for lube. I worked a lot of it inside his ass. I tongue fucked him till he was going nuts. My cock was going a little nuts too, anxious for the boy's smooth, young ass. I told him I was going to use my finger on him. He just nodded, said okay. I worked my middle finger through his hole, probing deeper, till I found his prostate. When I did he shot up from the picnic table on both arms, snapping his head around. "W-what the fuck is that!" as I gently rubbed his love nut. "You ever heard of a prostate?" "Yeah, but nobody ever told me anything about it." His voice was wavering. "Your uncle never showed you?" "Like I said, he just fucked me. I never felt anything like this with him." "You uncle didn't know what he was doing." He let out a few more breathless groans as I fingered him. Then I stood up and dropped a glob of spit onto the head of my cock and set it into his crack. I felt his asshole push out again. I wondered if he'd read that somewhere to do that or if it was just a natural reaction for him, or if his uncle had taught him. He did it several times, like he was anxious, and on the third time I pushed and it was like his asshole reached out and grabbed the head of my cock and pulled it in. The spit was doing fine. I pushed in a few inches deeper. "Ohh, Godd, it's so big," he moaned as he lay flat across the end of the table. It didn't sound like a complaint, like I was hurting him too much, so I shoved in deeper. He took it bravely and well, kept begging for more. With about three quarters of my cock inside him I began fucking him with slow, steady, easy strokes. It was beautiful, the way his little asshole stretched so bravely around my cock. My thick inches even dwarfed his little butt. "Ohh, Godd, yesss.....fuck me," he moaned softly. With pleasure, I thought. I fucked him, keeping an eye out at the end of the short lane leading back to the picnic area. I gradually fed him more of my cock, till he was taking it all. He was an awesome fuck, mostly because of his age and relative inexperience, and how I could clasp my hands around his slim hips, almost encompassing his small waist. I was imagining us in bed, where I could toss him around like a rag doll. After several minutes I eased out and dropped to my haunches again and buried my face in his butt. He was gaping wide open and I was able to bury my mouth in his hole and drive my tongue deep inside him. He cried out in a whimpering squeal, gripping the edges of the picnic table. "Godd, I never expected this!!" he gasped again as I kept rimming him. "I just thought you would fuck me." After a few minutes of it I stood up, smiling. "Turn over, I'll show you another surprise." "Oh, fuck, what else?" he asked as he scrambled to sit on the end of the table and lay back with his butt right at the edge, his smooth, muscular legs pointing to the sky. I grasped his ankles and shoved my cock back in him. I fucked him for a moment then told him to keep his legs up as I let go of them and I took hold of his cock. He was nicely hung. Close to seven inches, and pretty thick, with a sexy curve. His eyes were glued to my hand around his cock. I stroked it a few times and he closed his eyes. Then I bent down and went down on him. He had his eyes closed so he didn't know what I was going to do till I did it. I heard him choke just as he raised his head to gape down at me. I could see his eyes wide. "Awww....Aww, fuck, you suck too! Oh, fuck, I don't believe this!! Man, I just thought I might get fucked!" I double stroked him, my mouth on his cock and my cock in his ass. I lifted my head and said, "You are getting fucked." "B-but you.....Ohh, Godd, your cock feels so good so deep inside me like that." He calmed a little to finish. "You ate my ass out, now you suck my cock. Do you fuck, too? I mean, do you get fucked?" "Yeah, but we'll save that for another day," I said. "Oh Godd, I'm dreaming! You like to get fucked too?" "Yeah, I love it. I'm not going to let you have all the fun." "Do we have to wait?" he asked anxiously. "Can I fuck you now, when you're done fucking me?" "No, it'll give you something to look forward to," I said teasingly. "Now just lay back and enjoy what I'm giving you. I know you like it." "Oh, I love it. It's going to ruin me for anybody else ever fucking me, but I love it." He laid back on the table with his arms flung above his head, his legs held high and out wide, in what I took as an invitation for me to suck him some more. I didn't disappoint him. The size of my own cock allowed me to fuck him and take him almost all the way in my throat at the same time. He stopped me several times to keep from going off. I told him to go ahead and let it build up; we shouldn't be there too long and take the chance of being caught, or interrupted. "If we work together maybe we can make it happen at the same time," I said. "After everything else, I'm almost afraid to ask......do you also swallow?" "Absolutely," I said. "Ohh, this is going to be so awesome." "Do you?" I asked. "I never have." He sounded timid. "Not even your own?" I asked. "Just to lick it off my fingers. But I'll take your load anytime," he added quickly. "Let's not, this time," I said. "I'm a hard shooter. I'll let you see it first, then you can decide for next time." "I'm so happy you're talking about a next time," he said. "That time with your uncle.....all he did was fuck you?" "Yeah. Twice. He pretty much used me. It was all about him." "That's too bad." "Well, he won't have a chance to do it again," he said. I continued fucking him for another ten minutes or so, ever watchful of the occasional vehicle going past the end of the road. I prayed we didn't get interrupted. The boy's ass was so fine and he was taking me so well. I rose up every now and then to look around. One of the times I leaned up over him and kissed his chest. I paid particular attention to his budding nipples. He gasped and moaned with surprise. I took his hand and showed him how his tits were swollen hard. "You can do this with your fingers while you jack off," I said as I tweaked his turgid nipples. "You're showing me so much; can you come home with me?" "Only if I get to sleep in your bed," I joked back. "Hey....you said to work it up.....it's working up," he said. "All right, don't hold off. I'll be right behind you," I said. I watched his cute face in contortions as he wrestled with the climax building up inside him, still trying so hard to hold it off. When I thought he was close I pulled my cock out and shoved two fingers deep inside him to find his prostate. "Aww, Godd, Yess!" he cried out. "That's going to get me off for sure. Ohh, fuck don't stop!......Please don't stop!" I fingered him while I stroked my cock with my other hand. I gauged it perfectly. At the crucial moment he grabbed hold of his cock and began jacking it. "Do your nipples too," I said. He began running his fingertips back and forth cross his nipples. "Ohhhh.....ohhhhh, fuck.....Ohh, I wanta cum.....Don't stop! Make me cum. Please make me cum!" I saw his cock stiffen in his fist and the head swelled out only seconds before it exploded. His hips lurched and a stream of cum shot up over his body and landed on his face. Another hit his forehead just as he raised his head. The third shot coincided with my first salvo that shot out like a jet steam inches above his body. I caught his spurt with my mouth just as mine sailed over his shoulder and landed on the table with a soft splat. He saw it and when he lifted his head to watch me cum I hit him squarely in the face. "Oh, Fuck! Oh, Man!" He seemed stupefied as he watched me shoot my usual load--ten or so--while he was shooting in my mouth. He was coming like a pony and he tasted so sweet. My trajectory lowered and I was sending thick ropes sliding up across his lower abs and then into his pubes. As I was finishing up I shoved my cock back inside him and held it tight, all the while, holding his belching cock in my mouth. We came down together. His breathing was hard, his cock twitching in my mouth, my legs were trembling. He was up on his elbows, watching me, maybe to see if I really was going to swallow the load he had given me. I tortured him a little more, swirling the warm semen all around his cock, causing it to quiver and twitch, before I swallowed it. It took several gulps to get it down and wash down the aftertaste with spit. When I lifted my head, he was gaping at me in disbelief, his eyes watering, his mouth slack. "Fuck, that was like watching a horse!" he exclaimed finally. "I mean, I never saw a horse cum before, but I've heard the expression, coming like a stallion. That's got to be what it looks like." "You didn't do so bad yourself. That was quite a load you fired off," I said, wiping my mouth. I happened to glance up and I saw a pickup turning off the main road. "Someone's coming!" I jerked my shorts and jeans up and steadied him as he jumped off the end of the table to pull up his shorts. "Man, I'm covered with cum," he said. "Don't worry about it. Sit on the end of the bench, lean over the table. I'll approach the guy and you go around and slip into my truck from the other side. As the guy drove in and made the circle turn I went over to his truck. As I went past the table I noticed several streaks of cum on it. I hoped he didn't see it. "What's going on?" he asked in a casual tone, not as if he'd seen anything. "Not much," I said. "No?" My stomach knotted up as he gave me a sly grin, like he'd seen something. "I thought I saw some scrambling as I drove up." I did my best to ignore his remark with no expression. "We're just talking through some stuff my boy's dealing with. He didn't want you to see him cry." "Oh. Sorry he's upset. Sorry I barged in," he said. "You didn't know," I said. "Hope you get it worked out." "We will," I said. As the guy drove off I went back to my truck. Will was sitting with the door open, swiping at the cum that was still running down his body. "I'm drenched in cum." I dug out a towel from behind the seat and got a bottle of water. "Step out and take off your cargos, I'll wipe you off," I said. When I had him cleaned off I got in the truck to head back. He didn't get out of my truck. He was so excited and happy, he kept going on and on about what we'd done. "That was a close call, though," I said. "I think that's part of what made it so exciting," he said. "I'm so glad you gave me another chance and agreed to meet me. Did you really mean it about a next time?" "If you want," I said. "Oh, I do." I laughed. "Yeah, just so you can fuck me," I said. "In the worst way," he said. "Listen, Will, you said you didn't know anybody....I know a guy you might want to meet." I told him about the neighbor college kid. "He's maybe four years older than you but I don't think he'll care if you don't." "I don't. What's he like?" I described my neighbor college stud, very tall, a real sexy walk, a butt to die for, about eight inches, muscular. "He sounds hot as fuck." "Yeah.....you're drooling," I joked. "He is hot as fuck, but he's straight, so it would be all one sided." "I don't care, I want to meet him." "And, if you like military guys, a little older, I know a couple of ex marines who might be interested in meeting you." "Oh, fuck! Do they know each other? I mean, are you talking BOTH of them?" "Either one or both, possibly. They know each other very well." Hopefully, that will be another story. The End