Golden Boys

I was pissed when I slammed through the bathroom door. She'd done it to me again. Despite any promises, or agreements, or suggestions, I was the victim of yet another nearly professional job of cock teasing. I'd been hard so long I ached. My jeans bore a dark spot where we'd ground till I was insane, and then she had to be home. I knew she was hot for it. She was as sweaty and out of breathe as I was. Yet she controlled it and, could just turn it off and say no; inhuman!

I knew I was spoiled, having had a girl for the past year pretty much when I wanted. She was older, much older, 19. I was a mature young guy, already at my full height, although I hadn't filled out yet. Lynne wasn't worried about the stigma of having a younger guy. She wasn't worried cause we didn't go out; we just fucked. Almost every day, we'd run, or cycle and then get each other off a few times. I wasn't complaining. Then she left, and I turned into one horny young guy.

I busted into the one of the rooms two stalls needing to clean up the mess in my shorts before the stain got so big I'd have to head home. Just touching it made me throb and leak again. A moments self indulgence and I could be relieved.

I leaned into the tiled wall and let me jeans slide down. I hefted my balls and squeezed them before beginning to stroke my cock. I smiled down at it and spit in my palm. I had every reason to be proud; 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes. I started in two varsity sports and nobody thought of me as a jock. And this thing, a boys delight 8.25 inches that jumped to attention with any provocation. Three quick strokes had it slick and steely. My mind wandered as I stroked myself toward release.

"Will service hot jock boys," I said reading the graffiti absent mindedly aloud .

Someone cleared their throat and I froze. From the sound he was in the next booth. I hadn't heard anyone come in, he must have been there the entire time. I held completely still, but was sure my heart could be heard. He cleared his throat again, then I saw him peeking over the partition. He was older, 35 maybe 40. He grew bolder and looked over. I was frightened, but my fist continued to pump slowly.

"I'd help you if you want, " he smiled.

"Help me?"

"Sure, just open your door and I'll help you get off."

I'd jerked off with my big brother, and after a moments thought reached out and slid the latch back. I really hadn't noticed the gray in his hair. He smiled again as he latched the door, and took hold of my cock. He tried to hug me but I froze up and he backed away.

"Just get me off," I trembled.

Sensing my fear he smiled again. Then he sank to his knees and engulfed me in a single motion. I was unprepared. My mind and body fought for control. My mind flashed through all I'd ever learned and feared about fags. My body screamed for the blissful release this man was trying to provide. My internal struggle didn't last long.

He was good; better than I'd ever thought it could be. His tongue danced and twirled. He suctioned hard and bobbed his head tip to root, burying his nose in my golden pubes. By the time he paused and pulled back I was focused on only one thing.

"You got a great dick," he whispered trailing a string of saliva to the head of my meat.

I groaned and grabbed his head impaling him on it. He gasped and gagged but never drew back. Time stood still as I hammered my swelling cock in his willing mouth. His hands came up the back of my legs. One squeezed my ass while the other milked my balls. I cried out and came hard. He gagged and gulped and gagged again. I could feel his throat constricting around my pole with each spasm. I held his hair and drove it deeper draining the juice from my sack. Then he fell back panting as I stood over him bathed in sweat and still oozing cum.

He smiled. I nearly laughed. He seemed so strange, my cum still dripping from his lips. Leaning in he licked away the last of my discharge. I shivered and moaned with each swipe of his tongue, never loosing a bit of the stiffness that had brought us to this point.

"Can you go again?" he wondered releasing my cock.

This time it was me that smiled and blushed.

"Ummm, well, not now," I hedged pulling up my pants and making to leave.

He produced a card; it bore his phone number.

"Anytime you need some," he promised.

I walked from the stall still shaken. Standing by the sink was another man, younger, and from the bulge in his slacks, ready to take my place. I rushed to leave vowing never to return. I was so wrong.

The weeks that followed deepened and lengthened in the distress they caused me. I rationalized at first. I'd been so horny, or so angry, or so scared; that's what led me to allow a man to suck me off. As the weeks progressed I found no help in such thoughts.

I was an oversexed teen. My past experience, limited as it might have been, spoiled me and raised already heightened expectations. It had been my habit to get off twice a day; morning and evening. A handful of shampoo in the morning shower and I'd be whistling my way to school. A few minutes of blissful stroking before sleep and I'd pass the night without stirring. The night after my encounter I prepared for bed with my usual routines; some pushups, sit-ups, a little dynamic tension. My cock rose in response to the end of my regiment. I stripped off my boxers and laid back, ready to find bliss in my more than fertile mind.

Do you remember seventeen? Do you remember: hardons in algebra, instantaneous recovery time, seeing how many times you could cum in one day? Eyes closed, body arched, legs nearly cramping as the moment neared, I stroked and leaked and moaned softly. I could feel it rushing up, and then it struck me, I was thinking of him. I leapt from bed, pacing the room. My lust slick erection slapping between my thighs and belly. I stood before my mirror, staring into my own eyes. It couldn't be! It just couldn't be! It was the same all week. Each time I'd try to get off my only thoughts where of him, and of what we'd done. Each time I'd deny myself the pleasure and my frustration and shame would grow.

By the middle of the second week I was growing desperate. I knew a girl at school; a girl that had a reputation. When I talked to her at lunch she was all smiles.

"Go out? SURE!"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah ok, you gotta car right?"

We went to a movie. Something she wanted to see. It was still warm, summer lingering on as school began. It was all working. We necked and slowly disrobed. She was eager and wet. I used little finesse, wanting more than anything to replace my demon image with something new. I lifted her legs and thrust. Immediately setting a punishing pace she whined at first but quickly the protest turned to grunting.

It was good. I was working hard and I could feel the tingle. The familiar first sign of orgasm's approach. I redoubled my effort, swinging my hips side to side as I crashed into her. She screamed and clawed at me; her body convulsing, and head snapping side to side. I continued my assault, but my arms where tiring.

I relaxed, lying atop her. Her legs where locked across my back. Hunching and pitching I pistoned into her sloppy cunt. She began to cum again. I was covered in sweat. My lower back was tight, my legs burning from the effort. Peering at my watch with salt stung eyes I groaned. We'd been at this an hour. The feeling would tease me. Like a game of tag against someone much faster than you in an open place; enticingly close but never caught.

I rolled off of her onto my back with a deep sigh.

"You stud," she cooed kissing me hard, "and you're still hard. Wanna go some more?"

"Yes," I growled through gritted teeth.

She smiled and straddled my hips. For the next twenty minutes I pumped upward to meet her gyrating ass. Nothing changed until my legs cramped. When she recognized I was in pain she jumped off. She massaged the thigh till I was relaxed then saw I was still hard.

"Damn boy you are a major leaguer!"

I smiled weakly and laid back on the blanket.

"Think you can go again?" she wondered.

"Haven't gone yet," I grimaced.

"Poor baby," she pouted, "I'll get you off."

She parted my legs and took it in her mouth. She wasn't as good as he was, not as practiced, or as hungry. I left the tingle grow. I'd thought of him, and which each thought the feeling grew stronger. How he'd taken it whole, how his tongue seemed to be alive swirling and caressing my cock. How he'd swallowed my load and come back looking for more. I groaned deep and loud and came so hard she gagged despite having only the head in her mouth. She fell away and my hips continued to pump as my hot teen cum fountained into the air. When it was done I was breathless and shaking. Tears streaked my face and cum puddled in hallows of my neck chest and belly.

I took her home. She said anytime I wanted, to use the phone, not my hand. My cock twitched and grew as the image of my experience with him grew once more. Anytime I wanted, that's what he said. I'd thrown the number away. The trash man had long since hauled it to the dump. The way home led down town. I was shaking as I turned the car toward the rest stop down by the bus station. I sat there staring at the place, my cock throbbing in my jeans and my brain screaming that I shouldn't go in there.

In my state of distress I didn't notice him, not at first, not until he moved into the light. His hair was long and blond. His tee shirt was stuffed into his back pocket revealing a smooth tight chest. Baggy short rode low on his hips showing off a line of diamond patterned boxers at his tapered waist. Looking my way he ran his hand over his belly absent mindedly. He made eye contact, moved toward the rest room door, paused, looked hard at me again and went in.

My cock throbbed, but my stomach growled and churned. My nervousness matched my desire and for a long moment I wondered how to proceed. This was so different than my last experience. Now I was deciding to do this; then it had been coincidence. Dragging myself from the car I moved on leaden legs toward the door. As I entered I could see his Van's under the partition. They were spread wide. Pausing at the sink I turned on the water and cleared my throat.

The sound of him pulling back the latch made my heart skip and my cock lurch. The door swung inward. He was naked except for his shoes. In his fist he worked seven hard inches of meat. T stumbled into the stall and latched the door. He groped my roughly and continued pumping his cock. Watching him I grew curious.

"Ain't you never seen a natural one?" he asked.

He paused and grabbed it by the base. He was uncut. A hood of skin hid all but the top of his cock's head. He peeled it back and the shinning red helmet came into view. I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them and my boxers to my knees. Slipping my hand into his hair I pulled him toward me as I thrust my dripping cock forward.

"This ain't gonna be all one way," he protested.

"Get me off," I demanded.

He came to his feet and thrust me into the partition in one surprising motion. One of this hands clasped firmly at my throat, the other on my balls.

"Now if you wanna have a good time, and leave here with everything you came in with, you're gonna get on your knees."

I shook my head and sank to the floor. I was frightened, so frightened that even though he was holding my genitals my erection had faded. He kept me back on my heels and pinned to the metal partition. His cock bobbed and floated inches from my face. I licked my lips and felt my erection surge back to life. He smiled, stroked my face, and guided me toward his cock.

I was shaking as my hand intercepted his cock. It was hot to the touch and I could feel his heartbeat against my palm. I stroked downward on it and the skin peeled back. The head blushed and swelled and oozed a line of clear fluid. I smeared the fluid across the head and began pumping hard and fast. He caught my hand.

"Not like that," he cooed, "I wanna see it in your pretty mouth."

He gathered precum on his finger and smeared my lips. As if against my will the tip of my tongue darted out and sampled it.

"Ya see. Not so bad. Now c'mon and suck it."

He pressed the head to my lips. The argument that had raged in my head for the last two weeks became an insurmountable din. I couldn't think. I trembled, afraid I would cry, and unable to move a muscle.

He groaned loud and long. The sound brought me to myself. His cock was in my mouth. Gently it sawed back and forth between my lips and over my tongue. His eyes where locked on my face, and his fingers held me firm.

The flavor that I had only sampled was now overwhelming. Slowly I moved my tongue. He groaned and his grip tightened. His hips swung and he pushed in hard. I gagged as the head lodged in my gullet. I felt myself heaving and swallowed hard, but ended up coughing and gagging all the more.

"Oh no," he said dragging me to my feet.

He hugged me and patted my back until I quieted.

"Won't do to hurt an angel-faced boy like you."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. For the first time I noticed the golden stubble on his chin. With a grin he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I froze, I'd even thought of kissing a guy. As he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue I began to respond. My hands came up to explore his back and I groaned into his mouth. Our cocks where trapped between us; hardness on hardness between heaving bellies. I shuddered and grasped him tight as my cum fountained between us.

When he realized I was cumming he ground his hips and rode against me. I spasmed again and again. The cum dripped down my torso and legs to puddle on my jeans, shorts and the floor.

"Enough, enough," I begged, as the pleasure began to overwhelm me.

"What's wrong?" he grinned.

"Too much!"

He laughed and pulled back. His hand ran over my thighs and stomach. He let me rest as he cleaned away the cum he'd collected.

"Gonna help me too ain't cha babe?"

I looked down to find him still hard.

"Plllleeeeaaaaaaaaasssseeee," he cooed in a way that weakened my knees.

I wanted it. I was gay and I wanted his cock. I began by cleaning my cum from his belly and legs. He moaned and panted as I worked my way to his balls and then up his shaft. In the past week I'd sampled my cum for the first time. Now I was hungry, hungry to taste another boys and my discharge was serving as a fine appetizer. I engulfed his meat, bobbing my head, swiping and licking, suctioning hard. Slowly I worked more and more of him into my mouth. He growled and panted and finally began to pump. My nose first touched, then was buried in his soft pubes.

"You hot cock hungry boy," he growled, "made me wait for it, made me think you where a virgin."

His balls met my chin with greater and greater force as his speed increased. His body grew tense beneath my touch. I worked it every way I knew I loved.

The door to the bathroom banged open.

"Tommy what cha din' in here?" came a young male voice.

"Given' it away," Tommy grunted.

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written by daprof