Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 11:54:35 +0200
From: Richard Stuffer <DickStuffer@myself.com>
Subject: Men and Me, Pt 3 in beginnings

Men and Me, Pt. 3

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Of course, I became a 'regular' at the viewing rooms and cruising areas,
and sometimes, the 'tea rooms' I'd come to know. After that hot encounter
with the 'regular guy' I'd been following for an hour one evening ( Pt. 2),
I knew I wanted more.

Now, any free time I had, I would seek out the hot spots mentioned to see
more hot cock.  The memory of my first encounter, in which I'd had what
truly could be called sex with another man, seemed to awaken a lust in me
I'd never felt before.  Ever-present on my mind was the intense sexual
excitement of that encounter and the intense orgasm I'd had once I felt his
first cum shots enter my mouth. Once we'd recovered and I walked him back
to his car, my parting words were, "If I see you again, I'll be happy to do
it again!" and I meant every word of it.

As the saying goes, "A taste of honey.....", well, I wanted more and more
of that man honey! I'd gone back several times to the place where I'd met
my first encounter in hopes of seeing him again.  It was not to be.

The memory of that encounter and the viewing of cocks in the restrooms I'd
frequented only made me want cock more. Often, I'd step out of the restroom
and have a smoke (yes, this was in the days when you could smoke
practically anywhere....and well before the advent of the internet) to calm
down and let my hot cock soften some.

I'd spend hours at the restrooms (in train depots) where it was unlikely to
be patrolled by guards. There were several large train stations that
allowed connections to various trains. These are what I called the depots
and each had large restrooms in them. These restrooms often had numerous
sinks, urinals and stalls to deal with the large volume of travelers. I'd
go from one known depot to another and linger in the restrooms never tiring
of seeing mainly adult (versus teen) cock. Many of these cocks belonged to
married men, I am sure. The fact that so many of these men liked to go
'cock viewing', as I'd come to call it, excited me tremendously. I learned,
over time, how naive and simplistic my idea of men and their sexuality was
but that's jumping ahead of this story.

In a short time of visiting several of the restrooms and cruising areas,
I'd come to realize that there are differences among men. Yes, all males
have penises and testicles but there could be differences within that
universe of male genitals. I'd come to realize that my cock didn't resemble
exactly all the cocks I'd seen, aside from my being uncut.

I'd come to notice differences among the cocks I'd seen. Aside from the
fact that most cocks I'd seen were circumsized (which was no surprise) I
noticed other differences. Some men had longer cocks, some shorter, some
thinner, some stubbier, some thicker. Also, it seemed the hairiness of
their crotches varied greatly. Some had so little hair (like myself) that
very little showed past the open zipper. Others seemed to have a thick bush
of crotch hair that bloomed outside the zipper as they stroked.

Seeing any and all cocks fascinated and excited me during this time in my
adolescent and young adult life, but the differences among the cocks and
the crotch hair visible as we stood by those urinals interested and excited
me more. I'd spend as much time as I could 'foreplaying' at the restrooms
in hopes of satisfying my sexual need in the evening at the cruising areas.

There were times, however, that the cruising areas frustrated me. Everyone
there had a cock that could be stroked or sucked (or rarely, fucked) but
many of them didn't interest me on sight. Many of the others cruising were
in my peer group (20s) and I was interested in older (40s and above)
cock. From early on, I'd found older men and their cocks to be more
exciting. Often, I'd see an older man on the street, fully dressed of
course, and something about him excited me. I would feel that sexual tingle
in my crotch when I'd see men like this in everyday situations. I would
make note of his face and build, and sometimes the clothes he wore at the
time, in hopes I might see him in a restroom or cruising area to get to
know him intimately. Of course, this seldom happened, but the one time it
did it was a revelation!

I was at a usual restroom viewing cocks and displaying my cock to others,
as I 'd been doing for years now. During those years, I'd sucked some cocks
(not as many as I'd imagined I would, for reasons explained later) and had
my cock sucked some times, and again, not all those experiences were the
best. Oftentimes, imagination was better than reality.

This one day I'd been working the local 'viewing room' and had seen many
cocks. I'd been there for two hours, taking breaks now and then, to ease my
excitement. This one time, my break took me outdoors to do some idle
shopping and window browsing. I must have been idly wandering, entering
stores to browse and window shopping, for about 20 minutes. Suddenly, I
felt this 'tingle' all over. It was like a 'gaydar' blast (a term not known
at the time) or a spider-sense feeling that Spiderman often experienced. I
immediately looked around me and my eyes stopped on a man whose back was to
me and was about 10 or 15 feet away, proceeding away from me. To this day,
I don't know how to describe this tremendous feeling and have experienced
it decreasing times through the years.

I immediately started following this man to see what he was up to.  He
seemed to be walking along without a particular purpose.  I managed to
outpace him on the busy sidewalk and looked back inconspicuously to see his
face. He was in his 50s, of average height and slightly stocky build, and
looked like a typical father of kids of college age. He was the 'every day'
man that I found so sexually magnetic. It was early autumn and somewhat
cool and many were wearing light jackets.  I noticed he was wearing a white
crew-neck tee shirt under his pale blue button-down shirt under his
half-zipped jacket.

I let myself fall behind him so I could follow his movements.  He seemed to
be window shopping and stopping to look at items every now and then.  I
would stop a distance from him and watch.  At one point, I stopped at a
large display window with him and pretended to look at the items on
display.  I got a better and longer look at his face in the reflection and
knew for certain my 'gaydar' was activated by this man. At one point, I
thought I saw his eyes look at me in the reflection. I walked away but kept
track of him as he stopped and looked in various display windows.

At one point, he seemed to look right at me as he turned away from a window
and continued walking. I didn't avert my eyes.  My cock was semi-hard in my
pants from the moment my attention focused on him. He walked past me and
stopped a few more times to look in windows and then started heading back
the way he had come.  I looked at him and he looked at me when we were
about 5 feet apart.  When he passed, I started following him again. He
seemed to be heading towards the area of the restroom (the train depot) I'd
been in for two hours earlier this day. It got a bit crowded at the
entrance to the train depot, what with people entering and leaving, that I
lost sight of him. Try as I might I couldn't find him in the
crowd. Crestfallen, with my semi-hard cock taunting me, I decided to go to
the restroom for more cocksighting.

I positioned myself at a urinal and saw a cock on each side of me.  The one
to my left was a bit thinner than the one to my right.  The right urinal
showed some dark pubic hair coming out of the zipper at the base of the
thicker cock. I stroked my cock and slowly peeled my skin to give my
neighbors a view of my cock.  The guy on the left hissed when he saw my
foreskin sliding back and forth over my engorged head. I kept watching
these two cocks as I stroked myself for my neighbors and they stroked for
me. Then, suddenly, I heard the guy on my left start grunting. I looked
down at his cock just in time to see him cum.  He shot spurt after spurt of
creamy, white cum into the urinal.  I stroked my cock slowly, peeling my
foreskin fully back and forth, to entice him further as his balls
emptied. He must have shot about 6 or 7 spurts of cum into the urinal.
Man, that was hot! It was rare to see a guy cum in these viewing
restrooms. When the cummer's spurts subsided, he took a hanky from his
pocket and wiped his cock head clean.  His cock had already started
softening. Once content he was fully clean, he put his cock away, zipped up
and left the urinal.

Less than a minute later, another man came to fill up that vacant spot.  I
turned my attention to my right-hand neighbor to once again see his thick
cock. After viewing the thick cock, I once again focused my attention on
the new neighbor occupying the left hand urinal. Man, was I surprised!!
This new cock was very hard and muscular looking and thicker than my
right-hand neighbor's cock. I was immediately fascinated by this very hot,
hard, gristled, thick cock and it mesmerized me as I stroked my cock. I
watched in rapt fascination as the guy stroked his thick cock slowly with
his left hand giving an unobstructed view of his fabulous dick.  He then
zipped up and moved away from the urinal.

I was disappointed but again focused my attention to my right. There was a
new man at the right side urinal. Another cock to view. I watched him jerk
his cut cock as he watched me stroke mine.  Then a new cock appeared at the
left side urinal. I knew, immediately, it wasn't the same man. This new
cock on the left was not as thick or as hot and hard and gristled as the
one before. Since I'd seen and lost the man on the street, I was in a
heightened level of sexual excitement and had to discipline myself not to
cum too soon.  I was so hot, I wanted to wait for the 'ideal' moment to
cum. That ideal moment when you're so hot you cannot get any hotter, when
it feels like your cock is on fire and ready to explode any second. When
you feel your balls tighten, your peetube pulse and then the forceful
spurts of cum shoot up your shaft and out of your cock as you moan in
exaltation.

I wanted so much to have my orgasm at that ideal moment, that I would
sometimes stare blankly at the walls to curb my excitement. Different men
came and went at the urinals up and down the line for the next five
minutes.  A few urinals off to my left, I thought I again saw that very
hot, gristled thick cock being stroked but could not see the body of the
owner because of the men at the urinals between us. I focused my attention
on that hot thick cock and the cocks in between and to my right. When I
looked back again, the hot, thick cock had left the urinal. I continued to
stroke and view cocks to my left and right through various arrivals and
exits at the urinals as guys came and went or repositioned themselves.

Continued in Pt.4