Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2015 23:16:44 +0100
From: Richard Stuffer <DickStuffer@myself.com>
Subject: Men and Me Part 1

This is based on a true story of consensual sex between males.  Comments to
dickstuffer@myself.com

For as long as I could remember, I'd always found men to be hot and sexy.
For me, there was no contest between women and men: cocks and balls won
hands down! I guess it's good that not all men feel as I do or else the
planet would be deserted.

Here is a narrative of how I first became aware of the cocks of
others. Also, this narrative occurs at the time of my puberty which
occurred decades ago as I write this.  In subsequent installments I will
tell more adventures of "Men and Me" as I progressed through new
experiences and new sexual discoveries.

I recall as a prepubescent youngster, quite innocently, using the restroom
in a famous local department store. While peeing at the urinal, an older
man entered and used a urinal two spaces to my right. He stood far enough
back from the urinal so that I could see his cock. I was so surprised by
him being unconcerned that his cock could be seen that I stared intently.
I experienced sexual 'heat' in spite of having no pubic hair and being too
young at the same to masturbate and cum.  I recall this man's cock to this
day. It is the first adult cock I'd seen 'in person'. I recall this
occurrence as if it were a snapshot or small video in my mind. The man was
in a business suit and must have been in his 30s,,,to me, an 'old' man' at
that time. I recall that his cock looked long...about 6 inches in length. I
could tell it was soft. His piss shot from the end of it as I watched. When
his pissing ended, he seemed to stroke the shaft a bit to coax out the last
drops of urine. I could see his hand squeeze the shaft a bit as he coaxed
it. His cock looked very thick to me and, strangely, appeared to have hair
growing along its shaft (I later realized it was long, bushy hair that came
from his crotch and that the hair did not grow on the shaft itself.) I
watched this as I peed and for a bit after I finished urinating.  Then,
feeling a bit nervous, I left the room. I left him standing at the urinal.
I was waiting there for friends to find me and when they did, the man
exited the restroom. At this time I didn't realize I was 'gay' but openly
exclaimed to my friends that I had seen that man's cock in the restroom and
went on to describe it to them. All of my friends (prepubescent males) were
excited by my description of what I'd seen. All of us thought of it as
something prurient and 'naughty' at the time but not gay in nature. To the
best of my knowledge none of the friends who were there that day turned out
to be gay.

Years later, I found out that this restroom was known as a cruisy 'viewing'
spot. By this time, I had gone through puberty and was generally a horny
teenager. I also realized that I preferred men and cocks to women and
cunts. So, years later I went there again, alone, and managed to see some
urinating cocks but didn't linger too long.  It seems that if you lingered
too long you might be intercepted by guards who patrolled the store and
would surveil the restroom. This was before security cameras were common in
public areas.

I'd learned of other restrooms like this one and would go there to do some
'sightseeing' of cocks.There were restrooms known for sightseeing in major
train stations, some large libraries, some sporting arenas, and some other
larger stores. I would go to these restrooms to see mens cocks.It was
especially hot, to me, to see an older man's cock. To see the cock of a man
of my father's age or older was particularly exciting. Strangely, I never
had any incestuous feelings for males in my family, regardless of their
age, so I don't know why I found these older men to be hotter but that's
the way it was. These days I am of grandfather age and find men in my age
group and no younger than 40 to be the hottest. Anyway, it was hot to know
that he knew you were looking at his cock and sometimes he would stroke it
as you watched. I would stroke my cock as he stroked his. He was as
interested in watching me as I was in watching him. Sometimes, there would
be men on both sides of me and each of us would obviously be looking at the
other cocks and stroking. These restrooms weren't really 'tea rooms'. 'Tea
rooms", I learned much later, were those restrooms where you could expect
more than just viewing of cocks, but that's for another installment. These
restrooms were known to attract guys who wanted to show their cocks and see
the cocks of others.

There were times when all the urinals would be occupied by men showing
their cocks to each other. Some would lean forward to look down the line at
the cocks at the urinals. Some would step back a bit to give a better view.
Some would leave to vacate a urinal. Some would come in just to pee and
would be gone when finished. Those who came to truly empty their bladders
would either stand very close to the urinal or position their hand so their
cock could not be seen and leave, not to return that day, once their
business was done. One or another who'd left a few minutes earlier would
return and take his place at a vacant urinal. Also, if the time of day was
not a busy time, some of us at the urinals would move to different urinals
in order to get a good look at another cock. These, the rest of us knew,
were exhibitors and voyeurs like the rest of us there. We would take turns
exiting the restroom only to return again some minutes later for more
viewing. For me, the exit was for various reasons.

I would exit the restroom because I needed to calm down and not cum from
excitement. Sometimes, I would leave because I'd been standing there so
long I needed to get the blood flowing in my legs again. Sometimes, I would
leave and wait nearby the entrance to see any new faces that might come
in. If I saw a man who interested me enter, I would re-enter the restroom
in hopes of getting a look at his cock.  Sometimes those who newly entered
were there to piss. Sometimes, the new entrant who might have attracted me
outside was just a pisser...who'd do his business and be gone. Others would
be new exhibitors and voyeurs.  Other times, I would get to see the cock of
a hot man who'd just entered. This was in my early teen years when I'd come
to know I was gay but had not yet had gay sex. This, at the time, was the
most exciting sex (if you could call it that) that I'd had.

Of course, I frequented these 'viewing' rooms often. I loved to see cocks
of others and was excited that others wanted to see my cock. In these
viewing rooms, nothing more than viewing ever happened. Once, I made the
mistake of trying to touch the hot cock of my urinal neighbor. My
excitement got the best of me and I wanted to feel his cock in my hand and
stroke it. He immediately covered his cock and shifted sideways away from
me.  This was my first lesson of the protocol in these viewing rooms.
Unspoken, and yet followed by all, was the rule of no touching. I found
this frustrating but learned to cope with it. After all, what alternative
did I have?  I wanted to see mature (and, unavoidably, some young) cocks
and had to abide by this unspoken code of cock viewing. What I had
presumed, unconsciously, turned out to be fact (I found out some time
later): looking and gently stroking cock for others to see was as far as
one could go in these viewing rooms. To touch another could be construed
legally as something wholly different and carried more serious
consequences. The belief was if a guy wanted to see my cock I could either
let him or prevent it. Touching was something else altogether and none of
us exhibitors and voyeurs wanted to suffer the consequences if an
undercover cop happened to be one of the exhibitors (this was before the
concept of police entrapment).

Nothing more ever happened. It was unsaid but understood that no one could
touch another. It was purely 'eye candy'. Yet, this eye candy made me so
hot. To see the cocks, in various states of excitement, of other men was
truly exciting. I learned from these viewing rooms that there were
differences in cocks. Cut cocks were the most popular and when I'd see an
uncut cock with sliding skin it truly excited me. I felt my heart flutter
and I would salivate and drool at the sights of these mature mens cocks. I
noticed, also, that cocks could be of varying lengths and thicknesses.
More about that in another installment.