Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 13:19:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Dude Man <slimewink@yahoo.com>
Subject: Target Chapter One

This is a sequel of sorts to "Hawaii", which you can
find in the Nifty gay adult youth section. It's pretty
much part two of my growth and evolution in the world
of getting off.

After my Hawaii adventure it looked to be a year
(maybe the rest of my life) of masturbation and
nothing else. That is until one day in early fall of
1986, just as I was finishing up shopping for music at
Target.

Growing up I jacked off a lot. I would assume all guys
do. And it certainly isn't anything I've ever wondered
if I did (or still do) too much of. Probably the
opposite. If I could have found a way to add more time
to the day so I could jack off more, I would have. You
can call it horny, but I think I had a goal. I wanted
to jackoff in as many places as possible. Every store
I had never been in before, restaurant, place of
employment, house, park. Everywhere I happened to be,
that I could get a moment alone, I was whipping it
out. As you know, if you are a teenager, you don't
really need much time.

For a portion of my high school senior year you could
find me in the back row, corner seat, of  some civics
type class. While the class subject eludes me now, I
do know we watched alot of videotapes. So I would
occasionally find myself in the setting of a dimly lit
classroom. Did you know, that with a very active
imagination and a bit of physical stimulation, it's
possible to cum in a classroom full of people? I
wasn't sure it could be done, but I wasn't against
trying. As you may have guessed, try I did.

Stretch out your legs a bit, position your jacket just
right and, through the outside of your jeans (making
this seem even a bit more impressive), ferociously rub
your cock, and you too could end up walking out at the
end of class with a load of cum running down your
balls. Just note, it's not easy getting the right
action, without making much noise, to get off, but it
will be worth it.

While it wasn't until much later in life that I would
get really active in my sexual activities (and that
wasn't intentional), at 17 I was always on the lookout
to get off. It's just unfortunate that I would almost
always be alone when this happened.

I remember that day at Target quite well. I was
wearing a Rush concert shirt, he had on sheer blue
running shorts. He liked my shirt because it was a
picture of a shirtless man (very young looking man)
with his arms outstretched. I was just leaving Target
as he was going in, and for some reason our eyes met,
and the briefest of twinkles I saw there told me a
good cock sucking might be in my future. It sounds
weird, even now, to think that all it was was a very
brief, almost nonexistent look, between me and someone
I had never seen before. But if it's happened to you,
then you know what I mean. This was only the second
time ever in my life for something like this, yet I
knew he wanted it. In a freaking instant I knew it. So
I made a point to follow him back into the store.

We played a bit of follow me, I'll follow you, before
either one of us spoke. He got the courage to speak
first and said "nice shirt", I replied "nice shorts".
Oh my god! I can't believe I just said that. What the
hell am I doing? Trying to get sucked that's what.
Some things you just never forget. Never. I can
remember perfectly the look on his face when he
followed with "want to see what's in them?" Do you
have to ask?

"Yes". And that was it. He turned and I followed.
Right to his car. He was probably 23 and as it turned
out, would be my first experience with a guy doomed
for eternity to have a small cock. This would be just
the first of many times when I would proudly whip out
my meat, thinking "Here, look at THIS!"

Men have it easy in the "size" wars. Women with small
tits see bigger tits all the time. The grocery store,
TV, everywhere. (And I'm not complaining). It must be
depressing for them though. Guys with baby dicks can
ignore the fact they are limited in the meat market
thanks to the prevalence of people wearing pants and
polite wives. But when you are in that moment of
whipping it out for the first time for some stranger,
hidden away in the corner of a porn store, or the
bathroom at Target, it's time to worship the men with
gift's from god. And we'll let you. If you have a
small dick, and you get shown up all the time in the
size wars, don't worry, we don't think you are lesser
men, we just feel sorry for you. Because no matter
what anyone says, size DOES matter. And men with big
dicks know this. Because if you have a big dick, women
(and men) will admit to you that, yes, size does
matter. I may drink your tiny dick cum, but I will
always be thinking, "I wish he was bigger". And of
course I will also always be thinking, while you suck
mine, "He wishes his was this big".

Off we head to his car, a nice silver Mazda RX7. We
get in and my hand goes right into his shorts. He's a
tad surprised and I'm not sure I'm thinking straight
but that's why we are here isn't it? He's around 4 and
half, maybe 5 inches and I'm kind of surprised. I
didn't think they made them that small on someone
older than me. At this point I've only seen one other
dick in person, so to say I was hoping for more would
be an understatement.

I stroke him for awhile as he drives and we begin
talking about where to go. It's fragmented
conversation at best. I'm a little nervous, very
excited, he's nervous, excited and trying to drive
without cumming. If there is anything in this world
I'm good at, it's stroking a dick. I've had the
practice. He is shifting all over his seat like he's
going to bust and it turns out he isn't very
experienced at this type of thing either. He says he
can't believe he offered me the chance to see what was
in his shorts.

So that presents a problem. A problem that I'll warn
you now keeps this story from getting as good as it
should. But it's a true story and that's really the
point. We can't go to my house, obviously I still live
at home with my folks, I didn't really follow why we
couldn't go to his place but that wasn't happening
either. So while I was a pro at smoking a bowl of pot
in a moving car, giving head in a car was something I
didn't know much about and had I really considered
would probably have seemed a bit crazy.

At some point shortly after getting in the car I
pulled my cock out, watched him be impressed and
nearly came as he wrapped his hand around my shaft. I
probably would have cum but he was driving a stick and
had to shift, so he kept having to let go. So we
settle on going back to Target, we can't think of
anything else, and besides that's where my car is
parked.

My buddy and I head to the urinals where we promptly
begin the "pretend to pee, what have you got"
activity. Even though we already know what the other's
got, we don't know what else to do. While we are each
stoking it he asks to see my ass. I lower my shorts to
give him a look.

"Man I would love to have that ass", he says.

"I would love to have that dick", I respond. Hoping to
finally break my curse of having gotten this far in
life and not being fed a hot load. So I really would
have LOVED to have had that dick. I wanted that cum so
bad I could already taste it. I really wanted to see
if it would taste like mine. Feel like mine going
down, smell like mine. I ate my cum all the time and
really wanted to taste his. Would have paid for it if
I had to. And I did pay for it, sort of.

"Let me have your underwear and you can have it" he
says. Um, Ok. Sure. That means I can suck a dick.

We turn to go into the stalls, separate ones. I'm
really bummed at this. "Man in Hawaii they SHARE
stalls you dumb ass!" I'm thinking. But I guess he's
really nervous cause he won't let me in. So I enter
the one next to him and strip to almost nothing. Pass
my underwear under and wonder when I get the dick. Not
yet it would seem.

While I'm waiting to see what happens next, he exits
the stall. I pull my shorts back on, exit as well and
am surprised to see nothing in his hand. I quickly
realize he's wearing my underwear. How cool is that?
At a crossroads here we make tentative plans to meet
back at this same bathroom on Saturday, he thinks we
can use his place that day. Well that should work, I
guess. But as my luck would have it, he didn't show.
So I'm about to turn 18 and still stuck without that
hot load running down my throat.

In the many years since that day I've wondered if he
still has those underpants. Nothing fancy, white
cotton briefs, but they also belonged to a chance
bathroom encounter. I would think at the least he wore
them for a few months.

I can still picture that dick, the second one that got
away. I can see it pointing right at me, begging for
my tongue, longing to feed me. Man, my luck would have
to end someday, wouldn't it?

Well yes, someday it would.

Chapter two

As it would turn out my adventures at Target would
have one more installment. If you care, this is the
Target store in Carmel Indiana. I have no idea if it's
still there, I haven't been to Carmel in 15 years, but
in the late 80's, twice, it turned out to be a bit of
an interesting place for me and for two someone's I
really didn't know. This next guy, I never even saw.

It's wasn't unusual for me to be at Target, they had
the best deals on music (cassettes in those days), and
it's wasn't unusual to want to shoot my wad. I drained
my nuts while shopping at Target many times. Even
coming close to getting to eat some cock once. So I
head to my stall and find the one next to it is
occupied. After settling in I begin slyly stroking my
dick, trying not to be too obvious. I guess I think I
might get arrested if someone figures out what I'm
really doing. Several minutes pass and this guy in the
next stall is STILL there, inhibiting my final
release. Being an almost complete bathroom encounter
virgin it never occurs to me he could be there
stroking it too. It also hasn't occurred to me why he
keeps tapping his foot.

I'm a full blooded Scorpio. Which, you might know, is
usually considered the pervert of the zodiac. At the
least it's consistently recognized as the most
"sexual" of the twelve signs. And if you know anything
about astrology you have more than just the "sun"
sign. Not only am I a Scorpio, I also have several
planets in Scorpio too. Maybe that's why I'm such a
complete pervert. Maybe that's why I would love, today
at the old age of 37, to fuck the shit out of an 11
year old girl, rape my neighbor's wife, and suck the
cum from a young boys dick. All in the same day if I
could. Maybe that's why I love to get my ass fucked at
the park or suck dick for two hours at the adult
bookstore. And maybe that's why I figured out all on
my own, on about the fifth tap of his foot, what that
tapping meant.

Ohhhhh, he wants my penis. I get it. This could be
fun. I tap back. He shuffles his foot closer, so I
shuffle closer. After a couple of shuffle's we are
practically caressing each other. Ok, now what? I
don't know. I'm still pretty new to this, even if it
seems to be getting more common. Hmmm, there isn't a
glory hole. Ok, in reality I had never seen a glory
hole so I wasn't even looking, but there wasn't one.
And then he speaks.

"What do you want?"

AHHHH!!!! It's an old man voice. Fucking gross. I mean
OLD man gross. But I'm still hard and still stroking
it so I say, "What do YOU want?"

And he chuckles.

He chuckles and then I cum. All over my hand and all
over the floor.

"Let me feel it" he says as his hand appears below the
stall wall.

He ain't touching me. He's fucking OLD! I ain't
touching HIM. I can't even imagine what sagginess
awaited on the other side.

So I give him my cum covered thumb. I can't help but
almost laugh about it today. He feels it for a moment,
as if it might really be a cock, figures it out and
utters something that sounds like disgust. He flushes
and leaves.

I know, bummer. But that's how it happened. Were this
fiction I would have not cum yet. I would have put my
dick under the wall and then we would have went off to
the magical place full of orgies, dicks and pussy. But
we didn't and that's how it really happened. Yes, I do
eventually get some cum. You'll see. And as always it
will be 100% true.

Why am I writing these? They are nothing like what I
read on Nifty. And at the moment probably nothing to
get you very hard. I love to read about guys fucking
young innocent girls. Sucking anonymous cock. Sucking
family cock. It's great. It's more than great, some
days I live for it. But I have stories to tell and I
know true stories, while they might not contain me
banging an 11 year old, although I would, can be some
of the best ones. I'll write more, and you let me know
how they are treating you. slimewink@yahoo.com