Mississippi Gay Boy

Growing Up

That summer was particularly sad because my best friend, Lee, my sole source of dick to that point had moved with his family to Florida. His father was a decorator, or house painter, and thought he could find work in a warmer location. “How’s that working out for you?”

I was bored and horny and Lee was no longer available. What’s a gay boy to do? Get on the fucking telephone. I phoned around to guys I knew from school finally and scored with Howie, a kid about a block away. I invited him over and he was there within 15 minutes. We left my grandmother with her TV soap operas and retreated to the “day room” as we called it. Teddy was perusing my grandfather’s porn collection and we didn’t talk much until Howie noticed I was a bit restless and asked how I was doing. I told him I need a big dick to suck. He said,"I have one."

 "let me see it."

He noticed I was squeezing my hard-on while he took out his own and commented that I should get a jockstrap like he did to hide the hardon. Jeeezuss he was wearing a jockstrap under his jeans. I got on my knees between his legs where he sat.

As I took his big, thick cock in my mouth, I couldn’t believe how hard he was. I lifted my head and examined it carefully. I had no idea a guy’s dick could get that hard. I went back to slurping and sucking Howie’s big dick. I gagged on it because I wanted that cock down my throat. After I nearly puked, I gave up with deepthroating my neighborhood school friend. He soon said, “I’m gonna cum.” I immediately bobbed my head up and down like a steam engine piston and pumped his load into my mouth and down my throat. Ooooohhhhh Howie.”

He told me his parents were going out of town the coming weekend and said maybe I could sleep over at his house. I know what this boy had on his mind for the sleepover; the same thing that was on my mind. Fuck! I was excited about the prospects of sucking Howie’s dick all weekend. He called the next day and said his parents had changed their mind about going away for the weekend. Yeah. Right. His crazy mother probably decided that this white trash boy was not sleeping in her house.

It was about this time I was introduced to the local place everyone went in this small town for gay sex. A hotel men’s room. I was leaving a movie theatre one Saturday afternoon, when I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see the terror of my school class rushing toward me. Willy was the boy who could strike terror in the school classrooms and hallways. He liked to fight and punch guys out who were afraid of him. I was truly afraid of this school boy who one teacher called “criminal.” He was all smiles and asked if I had enjoyed the movie. We struck up a normal, friendly conversation and decided to walk home together. A few blocks away from the theater, Willy said, “Let’s go by the Hotel for a blowjob.”

What? It turns out that the hotel side entrance has stairs leading up into the lobby and at the same point, just inside the door, stairs leading down to the basement men’s room. There were five stalls and two side-by-side urinals. Each of the black-painted stall doors had a gloryhole. Before we could get a blowjob, Willy went out into the entrance room, grabbed a handful of paper towels, held them under running water until soaked, went back into the toilet room and lobbed the wet paper towels up and over into an occupied stall which resulted in a loud string of profanities from the stall’s occupant. Willy ran out and up the stairs, laughing, with me in hot pursuit.

While I was sad that we didn't get any blowjob action in the hotel men’s room, I was more than happy at the discovery. After that day, I returned often to that men’s room and sucked dicks of every size and shape you can imagine. Sometimes a guy would take me upstairs to his hotel room. It might be a businessman in town, a construction worker, a local bus driver with a n 11-inch cock or one of my acquaintances from school.

Sometime after Willy introduced to the hotel men’s room, I sucked his dick. His dick is memorable because it was the smallest I had seen and/or done to that time.

Another time in the hotel men’s room, I was standing at one of the two urinals waiting for action when a guy from school came it and stood at the other urinal, inches from me. He was in his gas station uniform and smelled of oil and gasoline. His three-day beard, long before they became fashionable added to his hotness.. I blew him right there are the urinals. As soon as he came, he tucked it back in and said he had to get back to his part-time job at the gas station. Said he had just come there for a quickie.

I met a local bus driver in that men’s room once and blew him. It must have been a bad experience for him because his dick was so big I could only get a couple of inches in my mouth. I didn’t know at the time, but later, after I got my own car, I would take him for a ride, in more ways than one.

Once when I was in a stall waiting for fun, I heard footsteps on the stairs leading down to the fun place. I quickly looked through the gloryhole in the door and saw a hot guy from my class come in. He first went to the urinals and then came over and stuck his dick through the gloryhole. Nice cock and delicious load. I never told him I was behind the black door.

A school teacher picked me up there and took me to his apartment. He sucked my cock for several hours and then said I should fuck him before he drove me home. It was my first time fucking anything and it was an awesome experience for a teenage boy.

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