Christmas Break
Christmas Break
I was a freshman at OSU, had just turned 18 in September and had quickly found a girl named Helen. She was sexy, petite, half-Filipina girl who kept me busy fucking and eating her taut little black furred pussy. I had been so busy with her and with smoking as much pot as I could get my hands on that I hadn’t done anything more than cruise the occasional men’s room reading the graffiti and fantasizing about sucking some dick the entire Autumn quarter.
Now I was home for about three weeks for Christmas break with my family. I had been getting some serious pussy, probably fucking Helen twice a day on average, and I was missing her cunt while I was back at home. I was also not smoking so much dope so my mind drifted back to my hidden desire for dick. This was 1975 and I really had found no acceptable solution for finding the dicks I so desperately wanted to suck. I had heard of gay bars but wouldn’t have dreamed about going to one. I would encounter obviously gay men who came on pretty strong but their feminine queenie ways did nothing for me. I wanted mansex. If I wanted girly sex I had Helen.
Up until that point my only tried and true way to get anything close to what I craved was in men’s rooms. I had had my cock sucked once before that way but other than that my shyness and fear of being labeled a fag kept me on the straight and narrow. I had not a clue about the fine art of cruising and while I loved to read and jack off to the stuff that was scrawled on the walls of stall I was a scarred rabbit whenever anyone else entered the toilet.
In the dorm I had eleven other suite mates who all shared the same showers and that gave me plenty of dick to spy on. One in particular had a massive uncut dick. I had seen him swinging free in the showers and it was probably a good 5”-6” soft and I often fantasized about it fucking Helen or about sucking the cum out of it myself.
Home and without the pussy I had become accustomed to I was horny as fuck and soon devised a plan. Nothing elaborate. Pretty simply except for the fact it would require me to stop being such a pussy and go after the cock I had been craving. I had to bite the bullet and take that risk of being found out as a cocksucker. So I decided I would go out and explore a road side rest area about 15 miles from home. Far enough for the anonymity I needed but close enough to get to reasonably fast.
It was really cold out. Really cold. I asked my mother for the car for the night and made a beeline for the rest area. It was a tiny little park nestled between the east and west bound lanes of what had been a major thoroughfare before the interstate went in. Nothing more than a small parking lot, tiny little picnic shelter and a small building which housed male and female facilities. I had jacked off here before to the drawings of cocks and cunts on the walls of the stalls.
I parked in the lot, not too near the toilet building but close enough that I could keep an eye on the entrance and see who might come and go. It was dark and snow was coming down pretty good. I sat there and sat there. Not surprisingly the restroom was fairly busy and not surprisingly all the visitors seemed to be male. They would pull into the lot. Sit in their idling car for a moment or two, seeming to case the joint and then either drive off or turn off their cars and go into the john. There was never a moment when there were two men in the place together. I was nervous as fuck. So damn horny to suck my first grown up dick and so scared I couldn’t have gotten a hard on even if it wasn’t sub zero outside.
Eventually a van pulled into the park and parked directly in front of the restrooms. The driver got out and confidently strode inside and was in there for a few minutes. Longer than a guy would need to piss but not long enough to have done much else. Soon he walked back out to his van and I assumed he was going to just drive off. I assumed that I had blown my opportunity. He fired up the engine but just sat there. Maybe I hadn’t blown my chance. Eventually he got back out and went back into the toilets. Well bundled up but still I’d guess him to have been around 40, slightly stocky and average
At that point I knew it was now or never and after a minute or two, seeing that he wasn’t coming right back out, I followed him inside. Small place, two stalls, two urinals, one sink. He was at one of the urinals and staring out of the window above the urinal. I sidled up to him and tried to pull out my tiny, cold shriveled 18 year old dick. It was cold. At about that time he took a step back from the urinal to reveal the most magnificent dick I’d ever seen. Better than the ones in the porn mags and flicks I jacked off to. And it was swollen and hard so it didn’t compare to any of the dicks I would see in the dorm or hanging out at trough urinals when I would get bold. He smiled at me and asked if I liked it. I could only nod. Speechless. I remember reaching over to hold it and him flinching at the cold of my touch. But I had had it in my hand long enough to heft it’s weight and notice how it was simultaneously rock hard but soft to the touch. Silky.
I was terrified but on fire. He was the seasoned pro. It was clear this wasn’t his first time. He took charge and I followed. He told me that it was not safe to play in that park so he told me to get in my car and follow him. I did without question. I wanted that fat dick.
After driving a few miles he pulled into a closed gas station and told me to park my car and get into his van. I did. He then drove back onto the road with the park but headed the opposite direction until we came to a closed highway weigh station ( I think ). It was still really cold and large flakes of snow were starting to fall. We both got into the back of the van and he closed some sort of curtain that gave us privacy from anyone who might look through the front windows. He got out that dick and presented it to me like it was a prime cut of steak and I was a starving dog. I was instantly in heaven. My fears went away. Here I was alone with a horsehung grownup man and I had him all to myself.
I really wish that I could now put an actual face to this man or a name. I don’t remember anything more than that he was slightly stocky, probably 30-35 and totally straight appearing and had the dick of a god. His cock must have been right around 8”. Thick and meaty. Translucent skin with blue veins showing through the foreskin. It was the dick of my dreams.
He had me give it a few sucks and then suggested we both do a Quaalude. They were my d**g of choice for getting pussy as they really alleviated all of my shyness. Now I was about to get stoned and have my first cock. Things were looking up.
I was a freshman at OSU, had just turned 18 in September and had quickly found a girl named Helen. She was sexy, petite, half-Filipina girl who kept me busy fucking and eating her taut little black furred pussy. I had been so busy with her and with smoking as much pot as I could get my hands on that I hadn’t done anything more than cruise the occasional men’s room reading the graffiti and fantasizing about sucking some dick the entire Autumn quarter.
Now I was home for about three weeks for Christmas break with my family. I had been getting some serious pussy, probably fucking Helen twice a day on average, and I was missing her cunt while I was back at home. I was also not smoking so much dope so my mind drifted back to my hidden desire for dick. This was 1975 and I really had found no acceptable solution for finding the dicks I so desperately wanted to suck. I had heard of gay bars but wouldn’t have dreamed about going to one. I would encounter obviously gay men who came on pretty strong but their feminine queenie ways did nothing for me. I wanted mansex. If I wanted girly sex I had Helen.
Up until that point my only tried and true way to get anything close to what I craved was in men’s rooms. I had had my cock sucked once before that way but other than that my shyness and fear of being labeled a fag kept me on the straight and narrow. I had not a clue about the fine art of cruising and while I loved to read and jack off to the stuff that was scrawled on the walls of stall I was a scarred rabbit whenever anyone else entered the toilet.
In the dorm I had eleven other suite mates who all shared the same showers and that gave me plenty of dick to spy on. One in particular had a massive uncut dick. I had seen him swinging free in the showers and it was probably a good 5”-6” soft and I often fantasized about it fucking Helen or about sucking the cum out of it myself.
Home and without the pussy I had become accustomed to I was horny as fuck and soon devised a plan. Nothing elaborate. Pretty simply except for the fact it would require me to stop being such a pussy and go after the cock I had been craving. I had to bite the bullet and take that risk of being found out as a cocksucker. So I decided I would go out and explore a road side rest area about 15 miles from home. Far enough for the anonymity I needed but close enough to get to reasonably fast.
It was really cold out. Really cold. I asked my mother for the car for the night and made a beeline for the rest area. It was a tiny little park nestled between the east and west bound lanes of what had been a major thoroughfare before the interstate went in. Nothing more than a small parking lot, tiny little picnic shelter and a small building which housed male and female facilities. I had jacked off here before to the drawings of cocks and cunts on the walls of the stalls.
I parked in the lot, not too near the toilet building but close enough that I could keep an eye on the entrance and see who might come and go. It was dark and snow was coming down pretty good. I sat there and sat there. Not surprisingly the restroom was fairly busy and not surprisingly all the visitors seemed to be male. They would pull into the lot. Sit in their idling car for a moment or two, seeming to case the joint and then either drive off or turn off their cars and go into the john. There was never a moment when there were two men in the place together. I was nervous as fuck. So damn horny to suck my first grown up dick and so scared I couldn’t have gotten a hard on even if it wasn’t sub zero outside.
Eventually a van pulled into the park and parked directly in front of the restrooms. The driver got out and confidently strode inside and was in there for a few minutes. Longer than a guy would need to piss but not long enough to have done much else. Soon he walked back out to his van and I assumed he was going to just drive off. I assumed that I had blown my opportunity. He fired up the engine but just sat there. Maybe I hadn’t blown my chance. Eventually he got back out and went back into the toilets. Well bundled up but still I’d guess him to have been around 40, slightly stocky and average
At that point I knew it was now or never and after a minute or two, seeing that he wasn’t coming right back out, I followed him inside. Small place, two stalls, two urinals, one sink. He was at one of the urinals and staring out of the window above the urinal. I sidled up to him and tried to pull out my tiny, cold shriveled 18 year old dick. It was cold. At about that time he took a step back from the urinal to reveal the most magnificent dick I’d ever seen. Better than the ones in the porn mags and flicks I jacked off to. And it was swollen and hard so it didn’t compare to any of the dicks I would see in the dorm or hanging out at trough urinals when I would get bold. He smiled at me and asked if I liked it. I could only nod. Speechless. I remember reaching over to hold it and him flinching at the cold of my touch. But I had had it in my hand long enough to heft it’s weight and notice how it was simultaneously rock hard but soft to the touch. Silky.
I was terrified but on fire. He was the seasoned pro. It was clear this wasn’t his first time. He took charge and I followed. He told me that it was not safe to play in that park so he told me to get in my car and follow him. I did without question. I wanted that fat dick.
After driving a few miles he pulled into a closed gas station and told me to park my car and get into his van. I did. He then drove back onto the road with the park but headed the opposite direction until we came to a closed highway weigh station ( I think ). It was still really cold and large flakes of snow were starting to fall. We both got into the back of the van and he closed some sort of curtain that gave us privacy from anyone who might look through the front windows. He got out that dick and presented it to me like it was a prime cut of steak and I was a starving dog. I was instantly in heaven. My fears went away. Here I was alone with a horsehung grownup man and I had him all to myself.
I really wish that I could now put an actual face to this man or a name. I don’t remember anything more than that he was slightly stocky, probably 30-35 and totally straight appearing and had the dick of a god. His cock must have been right around 8”. Thick and meaty. Translucent skin with blue veins showing through the foreskin. It was the dick of my dreams.
He had me give it a few sucks and then suggested we both do a Quaalude. They were my d**g of choice for getting pussy as they really alleviated all of my shyness. Now I was about to get stoned and have my first cock. Things were looking up.
il y a 9 ans
