Becoming a Naughty Boy
Eli circled around town, just to see who was out, hoping one of his friends might be stirring about. It had only been a week since graduation and already he was bored. He had ridden from his home located out in the county to the west, at times pedaling hard, feeling the exertion in his legs, then easing along, letting his heart rate ease down and his breathing return to nearly normal. Now that he was in town, he pedaled at a slow cruise, sitting up so the wind would hit him fully, evaporating the sweat as best it could, a struggle with the high humidity. He felt the sun on his arms, his bike jersey flapping against his lean upper body, and when he thought of it, it made him feel his masculinity. It made him partially aroused, cock stirring in his loose cargo shorts and boxers.
He was eighteen and a virgin. At times he felt alone with the notion he was the only virgin from his class, but he knew the truth. He wasn’t the only one. He wasn’t the only guy who was shy and introverted, there were others. He was probably the only guy who was secretly gay, but he had no way of knowing for in the small school of York Haven, South Carolina there were no out gay students. He hoped he wasn’t the only one in his class just for what it would mean if it was true.
But it made him wonder if other guys would find him attractive. He was five foot ten inches tall, weighed one hundred fifty pounds and had dark brown hair that until a few days before he had worn long, over his ears and to his collar. He had it cut, thinking it made him look older. His barber had left some length on top but cut the sides close. His mother had been thrilled, telling him she could now see his eyes again, dark brown eyes that he hoped concealed his inner thoughts.
He came to the western edge of downtown and he leaned into the wind and started pedaling faster, building up an accelerated pace as he headed back into the county heading home. The wind whipped around him and his body heated up until he felt it, that rhythm of breathing and heart rate that let him get into the groove.
By the time he got to the intersection where Highway 7 came from the northeast then turned to head northwest, he slowed to make sure the intersection was clear, and swung southwest to get on Mill Spring Road, keeping him off the main highway through the region. The road curved with the terrain, and he sat up to coast suddenly feeling the need to piss. He swung around the next curve at the Johnson place, rode past the Baptist church, until the old truck stop came into view. It sat in the triangle between Mill Spring Road and Patterson Road that forked off to the left.
He rarely stopped at the old truck stop, considering it a bit too run down and as a closeted gay boy, the customers were probably scary, rough red neck boys who would bash him if they knew he was gay. He had read stories, enough to keep him worried.
The building was concrete block painted white with a flat roof and windows that were half covered with signs and stickers and probably hadn’t been cleaned in decades. To the right, there were two lines of gas pumps for cars and pickups, and on the left a three-bay service shop that sat closed up for as long as he could remember. Behind the building were pumps for the semis and other large trucks, and sometimes it was not unusual to see a tractor or a combine pulled in to fill up on diesel fuel.
Eli pulled his bike up to the wall where a rack with propane tanks were on display and locked his bike to the end of the metal frame. He entered the store seeing the interior was narrow aisles, a broken vinyl tile floor and walls covered with posters for cigarettes, beer, and soda. He walked past chips and candy, and entered a hall where signs hung from the ceiling for Men and Women toilet rooms.
He entered the toilet room for Men to find two sinks in an old plastic laminate counter, chipped and faded from age. Moving past them and a wing wall splitting the room in two, he found two urinals, one with a man using it and the next one taped off with a handwritten sign saying it was out of order. He moved past them to the two stalls, slipping into the first one, locking the door to keep someone accidentally coming up behind him.
He entered to see graffiti, a stained toilet, and a battered stall, the right side even had a hole in it. He had to piss so bad; he didn’t stop to consider it. Standing at the old toilet, he took his cock out and relaxed, letting a stream flow. As he pissed, he looked at the graffiti, surprised by how much was homoerotic, offering blow jobs or an ass for fucking. He was about to finish when he heard someone in the last stall. He looked down seeing a shadow move, then he looked back at the hole in the stall partition. Knees came into view under it, then a mouth came to the hole. A tongue stuck out, wagged up and down, then pulled back.
“You want a blow job?” whispered the person.
Eli found himself stepping back from the toilet when finished, holding his cock while thinking of it, how he could put his cock through that hole and the guy over there would suck him off. He stood there, cock in hand, looking at the hole, then the knees below the stall. The knees shifted forward, and the mouth came back to the hole.
“Come on, let me suck that dick,” whispered the person.
Eli found himself turning then stepping up to the stall partition. He put his hardening cock, it starting to stretch out just from thinking of it, to the hole. The tongue touched it, swirled around the head of it, and he shivered and pushed forward as his cock got longer, thicker, quickly getting erect. He sank into the mouth, feeling the warmth as it enveloped his cock.
The mouth moved on it, moved in ways he couldn’t comprehend, too lost to the sensations he was feeling. Lips went from the head of his cock down until the person had to have their face pushed against the partition. He looked down seeing the last couple of inches of his cock he held on his side of the stall partition, then the lips right at the hole. He lost his hesitancy, and moved forward, sinking the last of his cock into the mouth. A moan from the other side then the lips moved back. A hand took him, held him pulled all the way through the hole while the mouth worked the head.
The hand released him and the mouth moved down his cock, until taking every inch, then it moved with a steady rhythm. It moved until Eli was breathing hard and felt his building arousal. Eventually, he couldn’t hold back, and began to work his hips, pumping his cock into the mouth. It aroused him to the point his shorts and boxers felt too constricted. and he pushed them down until they lay around his ankles. Feeling naked from the waist down, cock rock hard in someone’s mouth, he grabbed the top of the stall partition and worked his hips until pushing against it. It was so natural, the way he had to move to pump his cock into that hot slick mouth. He tilted his head back and moaned as he kept pumping his cock through that hole into the mouth. His pace increased until he banged against the stall partition. The whole stall squeaked and rocked, and he momentarily thought he should slow down or the damn thing could pull loose from the wall. But he was too close, too aroused, and he just kept pumping his cock into the mouth.
He heard the guy choke but not pull back, then he felt the surge of release. It staggered him, made him slam his hips against the stall partition. He stifled a cry out, pushed against the stall partition again, then erupted in the mouth. Every ejaculation shuddered him, and he kept pushing against the stall as his cock spurt wad after wad until he was spent.
The mouth nursed every drop from his cock until it was too much stimulation, and he pulled back gasping for air. He looked at his spit shined cock as it flexed with his slow loss of erection. He stood there, looking from his cock to the hole, seeing someone move back to the toilet to sit down. Then he was acutely aware of his half nakedness and where he was at. He pulled up his boxers and shorts, got them fastened, and rushed out of the toilet. He moved through the store worried it would be obvious to anyone who looked at him, that he had been in the toilet getting a blowjob. He rushed out, around to his bike, and as quickly as possible, he was on it pedaling away, heading for home.
Who was it?
Eli sat in the Mexican restaurant waiting for his food. He sipped his iced tea while looking around the dining room, taking note of former classmates and some others who were older or younger. He looked for someone who looked like a cocksucker, someone who would sit in a toilet stall at a rundown truck stop and suck cock. Suck his cock. He wanted to know who had done it, each time coming to the conclusion it was probably a trucker that was passing through the region, or maybe some guy from nearby, one of the confirmed bachelors who everyone knew what it meant.
In a booth on the far wall, sat Justin and Ricky, two guys from his class that broke every stereotype of a country boy. They were into heavy metal, something called industrial, and goth, apparent by their attire; black jeans or loose pants, with black T-shirts. Ricky even dyed his hair black. Could one of them go further? Looking at the two guys, knowing each one was going out with someone, he doubted it.
A waiter came into view, and he saw it was Garcia, who was a year younger. He had always found Garcia cute, but now that he was seventeen, or soon to be seventeen, Garcia was more than cute, he was sexy, and Eli wondered if there was anyway Garcia would mess around with a guy. Garcia was known to flirt with the girls and the chances he was bisexual were slim to none. But Eli wondered about it as Garcia smiled at him while walking past heading to the kitchen.
Two people came in and Eli saw it was Travis with his father, the two of them looking like they came from one of their fields. Travis was five years older and still single, which made Eli consider it. Maybe the farm boy was gay but watching the tall lanky guy follow his father to a table, he couldn’t picture him sucking cock. Travis was a bit rough around the edges, hair that needed a barber, a scare on one cheek from a fight in high school (although everyone said Travis didn’t start it, but damn sure finished it), and tattoos along one exposed arm, for he wore a shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Travis was one of those that scared Eli and yet, made him desire the lanky farm boy. If it had been Travis in that stall…Eli adjusted his cock as he gave thought to that scruffy face down at that hole swinging on his cock.
“Eli, I got steak tacos and rice for you,” said Garcia coming up to his table.
“Great, thanks Garcia.”
“How does it feel to be finished with school?”
“Great. You have just one more year.”
“But graduation still seems so far away. I have to get back to the kitchen, but if you need something, flag me or one of the others down.”
Eli watched Garcia move away, the nice round ass visible in the tight pants. If it were Garcia, he would reciprocate. He would get on his knees on that dirty floor and suck what he knew to be an uncut cock that wasn’t as long as his cock but was thicker, jaw stretching thicker. How often had he glanced over at it in P.E. when the two of them were in the same class during his senior year, he couldn’t say.
The front door swung open and a group of former classmates came in. They were some of the jocks with a couple of cheerleaders that had rooted for them. They wouldn’t give him the time of day, and he watched them move across the dining room talking amongst themselves, oblivious to everyone around them. Aaron, Dean, and Paul were the three guys, all muscular, athletic, and as far as Eli was concerned, stuck up. With them was Cheryl and Emily, two of the prettiest girls from their class, one blonde and one black headed, and Eli watched how Cheryl touched Paul on the arm, a clear message she was still interested in him. Emily was talking to Dean, then Aaron, making them laugh. When they got to a large six-top table, they spread out, each taking a chair around it; boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, with an empty chair between Paul and Dean. Eli turned to keep them from seeing him staring. Despite how he thought of the three guys, he knew if given a chance he would mess around with any one of them. Aaron and Dean were not particularly attractive, but with their muscular builds, neat appearance, and how easily they smiled, Eli would do either of them, or based on how Emily was talking to them, he knew she would too. As to Paul, Eli considered him too attractive, a pretty boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that was more like a runner or swimmer, lean and muscular. It was why Paul had been a receiver on the football team.
Eli thought of the three boys’ stats from the previous fall’s football program, for of course he had studied it. Aaron was six foot one inches and weighed one hundred eighty-three pounds, and looking at the stretched T-shirt Eli knew it was mostly muscle. Dean was five foot ten and weighed one hundred seventy-eight pounds with a similar muscular build to Aaron, and with his black hair cut short and a close-cropped beard, he looked years older than the other two boys. A real man, Eli thought as he tried to picture his cock in Dean’s mouth. Finally, there was Paul, who was six foot tall and weighed one hundred seventy-two pounds. To Eli, he looked like a fucking model, and with Cheryl’s hand on top of his, knew the pretty boy was taken.
One more glance around the room, Eli spotted Luke Meadows sitting alone in the far corner. He was a year older and worked with his father at the tire shop they owned on the south side of town. Eli remembered how Luke had been a quiet guy, one always at the periphery of the group he had hung out with in school. Other farm boys who didn’t play sports and those considered the geek squad. Luke had let his hair grow out and was dressed in worn jeans and a tank top that hung loose over the upper body. Looking at Luke now, Eli knew he would do anything that boy wanted, even being the one to suck cock, or maybe take it in the ass. He considered it as he turned back to his meal to eat it before it got cold.
Stopping at the grocery store to pick up a few items his mother needed, Eli strolled into the cool interior, grabbed a shopping cart, and headed into the store past the check-out area. In produce he saw John and Ava, two classmates that got married before graduation, and Eli knew there was no way John had been at the truck stop. John smiled his way and Ava waved as he cut around the department heading to condiments. He moved down one aisle to the next, picking up the items on his list. He swung into the breakfast cereal aisle and saw Stacy stocking more boxes. Stacy was a year behind him, but looked years younger, but Eli found him cute. As he passed, they spoke to each other, and then Eli was swinging into the next aisle. It was more tempting, for halfway down, Eddy was on his knees stocking boxes of storage bags. Eddy had graduated with him and was one of those guys that was attractive in spite of, or because of, his shaggy hair that always needed cutting and clothes that never fit right on his lean body. Eddy looked as if he could slip out of them, and Eli consider how Eddy could get naked for him, then he pictured himself standing before him pumping cock through those full lips.
“Hey Eli.”
“Hey, Eddy. You working full time now?”
“No, they still have me on part-time hours, but I’m taking classes at Winthrop.”
“Really. You started this summer?”
“Yes. I can only take a few at a time since I’m paying as I go. So I figured I might as well get started.”
“Well, good luck with your classes.”
“Thanks. Are you going to college in the fall?”
“Yes, I’m all set. I’ll catch ya later. Mom is waiting for this stuff.”
“See you later,” said Eddy, and he turned back to his stocking as Eli moved past, wondering if Eddy even had time to hang out in a toilet stall to suck cock.
Eli came out of the grocery store pushing the shopping cart with the five bags holding his purchase. He came off the sidewalk into the asphalt driveway, pushed across and down the aisle he was parked on. As he moved down the drive aisle, he saw an old Chevy truck drive down the next aisle, JD behind the wheel. JD had been in his class, one of the guys who didn’t play sports, instead leaving every day to work at his father’s sawmill. JD had a stocky build with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and someone Eli came to wonder about his sexuality. JD dated some in school, but not consistently, and he was a low-key guy, never drawing attention to himself. He was average in every way, thus someone who could slip under the radar, but Eli found him attractive, someone he would have sex with if given a chance. But watching JD ease through the parking lot, throw up a hand in a small wave, and continue toward the exit, he couldn’t picture JD on his knees sucking cock.
Groceries in the back of his Explorer, he got buckled in, and headed for home, wondering if he would ever figure out who had been in that stall sucking his cock. He wanted to know, and when honest with himself, he wanted to feel those lips around his cock again. Maybe he would ride to the truck stop again one day and see if he could get lucky. But then maybe he should go there for he could get caught with his pants down.
Two days later, Eli was on his bicycle heading toward the truck stop. He had told himself he wouldn’t go back, fearful of getting caught. But the memory of his cock in that mouth sucking him to the point of release, then swallowing it was too much of a temptation. He had stayed half aroused for the last two days just thinking about it.
He stood on the pedals and coasted down one descent, feeling the warm summer sun on his back and the warm air hitting his bare chest and stomach with his unbuttoned shirt billowing out behind him. His shorts rode low on his waist with nothing but smooth skin and half hard cock within them.
It was mid-afternoon, and he hoped the truck stop wasn’t too busy, or he knew he would chicken out and not go into the toilet. He began to pedal to climb the grade, then coasted around a curve until the truck stop came into view. A pickup was at one of the pumps, two SUVs parked out front, and as he drew near, saw there were only two large trucks in back, a log hauler and a semi pulling a trailer that advertised or one of the discount retailers.
He rode past the building and turned into the last drive that would take him to the side away from the pumps. He coasted up to the sidewalk and cable locked his bike to the frame for the propane tanks as he had done before, then went around the back of the building to enter from the door used by the truck drivers, one that would let him avoid the sales area and the scrutiny of those there.
Entering the hall, he heard country music loud enough to drown out the voices coming from the sales area. He ducked into the men’s toilet to find no one at the sinks. Moving through the room, he came to see the urinals were as before. Only one of the two in service. Then he looked under the stalls and saw feet in the last one with cargo shorts and boxers lying around the ankles. He went to the first stall, took his cock out, and pissed. It seemed so loud in the quiet toilet, as if to advertise he was there. As he emptied his bladder, he looked at the hole, and saw a shadow moving, both through the hole and on the floor below the stall partition. He finished, shook the last drops off, then stepped back and manipulated his cock. It responded immediately, stretching out and thickening. He turned slightly toward the hole giving the person a good view of it.
The mouth came to the hole, the tongue wagging through it.
Fuck, he wants it, Eli thought as he turned to the hole, let his shorts drop to his ankles, and slow stroked his cock.
“Come on, put it through,” whispered the guy in a low husky voice.
Eli moved forward, slipping his cock through the hole and into the mouth. He pushed forward until nearly against the stall partition, then held to the top edge of it as the mouth moved on his cock. There was no teasing or toying with it, just a mouth sucking it to bring him off. He moaned, then shivered when the mouth pulled back so the tongue could swirl around the head.
The guy was noisier, the sound of him slurping and sucking impossibly loud, but Eli held tight to the top of the stall partition and pushed forward until his hips were tight against it, giving the guy every inch. The guy pulled back until only the head was in the mouth, and Eli felt fingers working his nuts. They worked them around in their tightening sack, then pulled them through the hole. The mouth released his cock and licked his nuts.
“Jesus!” Eli exclaimed as he shuddered with the manipulation. The tongue worked his nuts around then sucked one into the mouth and tugged until he was shivering. “Please,” he uttered in a stifled voice, not sure if he wanted him to please stop or to pull harder. The mouth went back to his cock and took it until the face had to be against the stall partition.
Eli began to work his hips, trying to push completely through the hole. The partition squeaked and rocked as the mouth noisily slurped his cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to—” Eli stammered, then shoved hard against the stall partition as his cock flexed in the mouth then erupted. He came hard, pushing forward with every ejaculation until he was spent and the mouth was swallowing around his cock.
Eli stepped back gasping for breath as he saw the knees disappear as the guy moved back, no doubt sitting on the toilet. He turned so the guy couldn’t look through and see his face and pulled his shorts up. As he was fastening them, the door opened with someone coming in. As soon as he got them zipped up, he came out of the stall to find a man waiting for it. Early thirties, unshaven, lean build accentuated by the straight leg jeans and tight plaid shirt. As they passed, the guy smiled at him knowingly, and Eli rushed out of the room as the guy entered the first stall.
Eli stood over his bike behind an old oak that was on the edge of the adjacent property, watching the truck stop. He was looking for someone to come out wearing blue shorts and solid white sneakers. He had seen them under the stall partition. He wanted to know who it was, for it had to be someone who lived nearby. Or he assumed so, since they seemed to be a regular at the truck stop.
A few minutes passed and the guy who had come in as he was leaving came strolling out. Eli watched him walk out to the log hauler and climb in. Another regular to the truck stop? It made sense, for the guy obviously knew the score. He watched the truck pull away, then directed his attention back to the building. He looked at the vehicles in the parking lot wondering which one belonged to his cocksucker. A Chevy truck, old Focus, and an Accord were parked along the side of it. None of the vehicles were familiar, so he doubted he knew who had sucked him off.
Minutes slowly ticked by, and Eli waited to find out who was in there. His mom texted, and he unlocked his phone to see what she wanted, knowing it had to be about dinner.
Are you heading back? We’re eating at six.
It was twenty minutes after five, and he needed fifteen minutes to get home and five more to shower off. He had twenty minutes to find out who was in there sucking cock.
He texted back. On my way.
Or he would be soon. A couple of pickups pulled in and gassed up, then he saw fifteen minutes had passed.
“Come on, leave already,” Eli uttered to himself.
Then he saw him and for a moment he froze in place. No way could it be him, but they were in blue shorts and white sneakers. He ducked behind the tree, afraid of being seen. Peering around it, he watched as Paul Jackson, one of his class jocks, move to the end of the building and bend out of sight in front of the Chevy truck. When he stood, Paul was pushing a bicycle away from the building and into the drive area. Eli watched him climb on and ride away, going out into the road and turning right, the opposite direction he would have to ride. He exhaled in relief because he knew if he crossed paths with him now, Paul would recognize his shorts and shoes and know it was him he had sucked off.
A Weird Knowing
Eli spent the following days obsessing over his newfound knowledge of his cocksucker at the truck stop. Paul Jackson, six foot tall, 175 pounds of hot muscle, a real jock, was the one down on their knees sucking cock. He wondered if Paul had gone further, let a man fuck his ass. Or did some tell Paul to put his cock through the hole. But it did put a twist to the situation that prevented him from planning another trip to the truck stop. He couldn’t imagine taking the chance of Paul figuring out he was the one of the guys slipping him cock. Sooner or later, he would be found out, picturing Paul coming out of the last stall to catch him.
What if Paul did figure it out? He considered it, how Paul was the one sucking cock, not him, so somehow, he was less guilty of having sex in a truck stop toilet. He knew it was an absurd thought. And it wouldn’t stop Paul from stomping his ass if he figured it out.
So, with fear of returning to the truck stop, Eli masturbated. Masturbated out of frustration, a gay boy living in a rural area feeling like the only one…well except for Paul. And that trucker. And all the others who fed Paul cum. He masturbated imagining a willing dormmate in college come fall, touching, kissing, sucking, and fucking. And he imagined, when he was really wound up, Paul sucking his cock, then fucking his ass, or he fucks Paul’s ass as he pumped his cock through his slick hand until cum rained down on his chest and stomach.
He was about to drop his gym shorts and masturbate when his cellphone began ringing. It was Tyler, one of his friends.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“What are doing for dinner? You want to meet Jessie and I at Blackburn?” said Tyler, referring to Blackburn Tavern & Grill, the town’s best place for a burger or chicken sandwich.
“What time?”
“We’re meeting there at six.”
“Okay, I’ll see you guys there.”
Eli entered the restaurant behind Tyler and Jessie and stood in the small foyer area waiting to be seated. The door opened, and he looked back to see Aaron coming in, followed by Dean, then Paul. Fuck. Eli turned back around, trying to focus on Jessie talking about his uncle building a dragster out of an old Camaro. He wondered what was taking the hostess so long, and he searched the dining room for her, seeing she was talking to a couple in the back.
“Hey, guys, are you enjoying your summer?” said Aaron.
Eli turned with Jessie and Tyler to face him.
“Yes. How about you?” said Tyler.
“I’m having to work with dad at the shop,” said Aaron, making Dean laugh.
Eli saw Paul had a stoic look on his face, and he realized Paul was looking down. He looked down to see Paul was wearing those white sneakers, and he was wearing the sneakers he had bought online that catered to bicyclists, the black series with red accents. A shoe not found in any of the local stores. The same shoes he wore when riding his bicycle. The same shoes he wore into the truck stop where Paul sucked his cock. Looking up, he saw Paul was looking at him with a questioning stare.
“How many?” said the hostess.
Eli turned with Jessie and Tyler as Tyler told her three.
Eli exhaled heavily as he followed the guys behind the hostess as she led them to a booth along the side wall. As they looked over the menu, Eli kept glancing over toward the three jocks wondering where they would get seated, hoping beyond hope it was not anywhere nearby.
They had finished eating, and Tyler was ordering dessert when Eli slipped out to go to the bathroom. He avoided looking across the room where the three jocks were seated, keeping his eyes straight ahead, not relaxing until in the short dimly lit corridor out of sight of Paul. He entered the Men’s room going to the urinal tucked between the stall and a wing wall just past the vanity with two sinks. He relieved himself and washed his hands. As he tossed the paper towel through the hole in the vanity, the door swung open. Paul entered the room blocking the way out.
Eli tried to go around him, ready to duck under the arm that had pushed the door closed faster than the closer was doing it.
“Not so fast,” said Paul.
Eli stood up straight trying to act normal, looking at Paul with a questioning stare.
“What is it?”
“It was you; wasn’t it?”
“Me? What do you mean?” Eli was going to play dumb, holding to the adage of deny, deny, deny, for Paul couldn’t possibly know for sure.
Paul moved in front of him, stepping closer, only a foot or so between them.
“It was you.” It was stated as fact.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Then Eli saw it. The fear in the face and he realized there was a nervousness in the voice he understood.
“Paul, forget it. I won’t say anything.”
“You haven’t told anyone?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Tell who? And tell them what exactly. Hey guys, I’m going out to the old truck stop and getting Paul Jackson to suck me off.”
“Don’t…”
Eli saw it, Paul was really scared he would tell someone.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m scared too.”
Suddenly Eli saw Paul relax, step back from him until he no longer sensed Paul could stomp his ass because of it.
They stared at each other, both wanting to ask about the other, but the two of them were scared to do so.
“I should get back,” said Eli as he moved around Paul. He reached for the door when he heard Eli ask.
“Have you done it before…with someone else?”
Not looking around for he didn’t how to admit those two blowjobs were the extent of his sexual experience. He held the door handle, squeezing it with his frustration of being gay in a small community. “No,” he replied, then left the room.
Just one more time.
Eli paced in his room, going from desk to bed and back again. It had only been three days since his confrontation with Paul. Three days to replay it over and over then give thought to those shapely lips around his cock, of Paul Jackson licking and sucking it until he came. He went from scared to horny to scared. He masturbated furiously, with such frustration and urgency, he came weakly, cum pooling on his abdomen and smearing down his cock with his hand. At night, slow humping the mattress, he imagined his cock going through that hole into Paul Jackson’s mouth. Sinking into its slick warmth, being manipulated by the tongue then having those shapely lips moving along its length until he was pushing against the stall partition…pushing down against the mattress in frustration.
On the fourth day, home alone, he had no distraction from his thoughts. Nothing to stop him thinking of blowjobs, Paul Jackson, and holding tight to the stall partition in that old truck stop. “Fuck!” he cried out and went to his chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of khakis cut off into shorts. The legs were just above his knees, but the things hung loose around his waist. He slipped off his gym shorts and boxers and put them on, wondering if he needed a belt to keep them up. He pulled out a tank top; one he bought at Destin to wear when knocking around the beach town. It was light yellow with large openings for neck and arms. He slipped on his sneakers, grabbed up his keys, wallet, and cellphone, and headed to the garage to get his bike down.
Coasting into the parking lot, he pulled to the side the pumps for passenger vehicles were located. He walked his bike up to the sidewalk seeing Paul’s bike cable locked to the steel frame the store used to stack firewood in the fall. He pulled his bike next to it and locked it up, then headed to the rear of the building to enter from the back. His heart was racing and he kept telling himself he was just going to see if Paul was in there and maybe ask him to go somewhere else, if he was willing. He expected Paul to tell him to get lost, and part of him hoped he would do so.
As soon as he entered the toilet, he heard voices and knew something was different. The last stall door was not latched, just pushed to, and a man was saying something. Eli moved closer.
“Come on, cocksucker, take me. Take my cock. You know you want it,” said the man.
Then Eli heard Paul grunting and doing a stifled cry out. It was obvious this was no blowjob, and Eli moved closer to the last stall door wanting to look in. He heard the smack of flesh against flesh, and Paul’s utterances.
“Fuck. Jesus. Fuck,” Paul cried out in a hushed utterance as if trying to keep his voice down.
Eli slipped into the first stall. Door latched, he sat down and bent over to look through the hole. Paul was standing in front of the toilet, bent over, hard cock flopping between the thighs, and behind him, hairy legs and a lean body were pumping cock into his ass. The shaft would come into view then disappear just as quickly back into Paul’s ass. The guy was holding Paul by the waist and currently fucking as hard as he could.
Eli leaned closer to the hole to get a better look, and he saw Paul was naked except for his shoes, shorts and T-shirt lying on the dirty floor. He saw how Paul was braced on the tank of the toilet and the man went from holding his waist, to slipping a hand up the back until grabbing a handful of hair, tugging Paul’s head back. It bent Paul back, his cock now in full view, hard, curved upward, and dripping, and it flopped up and down as the man kept fucking.
It wasn’t comfortable leaning over trying to look through the hole, and Eli went to his knees to see better. And he saw the man shove into Paul’s ass and kept trying to push deeper as he came inside him. Then the man fell still, cock buried in Paul’s ass. Eli didn’t realize it at first, but the man saw him, his knees visible below the stall and his eye through the hole.
“I think you deserve to get off after giving me this ass,” said the man, and he swung Paul around until facing the side of the stall, cock right at the hole. The man pushed him forward causing the cock to go through it.
Eli looked at it. It looked eight inches long, thick enough to keep his thumb and index finger from touching and had a nice curve to it. And precum was dripping from the head.
“Please,” said Paul.
Eli leaned to it, emboldened by his desire and lust for it. He licked the head, making Paul shiver, and found the taste pleasant. He licked it again and Paul bucked against the stall partition. The man laughed and pushed Paul against it harder. Eli knew the man was still buried in Paul’s ass and probably still hard, ready to go again. He just wondered if he could suck cock as expertly as Paul had done him. He leaned to it, opened his mouth, and slipped it into his mouth. Paul moaned. The cock flexed. And Eli pushed forward as far as he could.
Then he did what Paul had done to him. He moved his lips along the length of it. He licked it, tongued the head until Paul shuddered against the stall partition. He undid his shorts letting them drop around his knees and stroked his cock as he sucked. He closed his eyes focusing on just the cock, moving his mouth along its length. How long he had no idea. But the cock flexed against the roof of his mouth and Paul pushed against the stall partition making it squeak, then the cock swelled thicker. With lips tight around it, Eli was ready, and the cock exploded in his mouth, gushing wad after wad of hot cum. He swallowed, and swallowed again, taking Paul’s load.
Then he was sitting on his heels, drool trickling down his chin, as the cock was pulled back through the hole.
“Thanks, you’re a nice piece of ass,” said the man.
Eli heard the stall door open and saw the man’s feet move past his stall. He got to his feet, pulled up his shorts holding them in place, and slipped out and into Paul’s stall.
Paul was naked, sitting on the toilet. Cum dripped from his chin and his own cock was still hard. He looked up with a serious expression.
“I…did it for you,” said Eli, knowing Paul already knew.
“Did you get off?”
“No.”
“You want to?”
“Yes.”
“Come here.”
Eli let his shorts fall around his ankles and stepped out of them as he moved to stand in front of Paul. As Paul took his cock and slow stroked it, he tugged off his tank top and dropped it on the floor.
“I can’t believe your cock looks longer than mine,” said Paul.
“It not as thick,” said Eli.
“No, but it’s nice,” said Paul, and he leaned forward and took it in his mouth. Eli balled up his fist and closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Paul’s mouth on his cock. He tried to stand still but was soon pumping it into the mouth, his arousal building until he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was pumping cum down Paul’s throat.
Paul pulled back, releasing his cock, and he looked down at him wondering if Paul was going to leave him wanting.
“You want to fuck me?” said Paul.
“Are you serious?”
Paul smiled. “Of course. Do you?”
“Yes.”
Paul stood and as with the man before, he faced the toilet and bent over. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks exposing his wet cum slick hole to Eli
“Come on, stick me. I’m loose, so shove it in me.”
Eli moved to the spread ass, rubbed the head of his cock up and down it, smearing the cum, then he put the head against the opening and pushed. He sank half his cock into Paul. He pushed again, sinking the rest into him. He could see Paul shiver with his penetration, then release his ass cheeks to brace himself on the tank of the toilet.
“Now fuck me. Fuck me, you punk,” exclaimed Paul.
Eli held the waist and began to fuck. He tugged outward until nearly slipping free, then pushed back into the ass, all the way, until hips pressed against the ass. He kept it up, a slow fuck, feeling every inch of his cock as he pumped it inside the ass, until he was so aroused his heart was racing. He was breathing hard as if he was on his bike, but he wasn’t on his bike. He was holding Paul Jackson by the waist and fucking his ass. It pushed his arousal until he couldn’t hold back, and he tightened his hold on the waist and fucked harder, faster, until his hips smacked against the ass.
Eli wanted it to last a long time. He wanted their fuck to continue for it felt so damn good. But he was soon hammering the ass, then trying to shove deeper into it. He rose up, cried out, as he jammed his cock as deep as it would go into Paul, and came.
Eli stepped back, his cock still half hard, and he watched Paul turn and sit. Paul was erect, cock curved up fully erect. They stared at each other, neither knowing what to say.
“That was hot,” said a man from the other stall.
It scared Eli to know someone watched him, for it meant he could have been caught by someone who disapproved. He looked at Paul and saw him go from scared to grinning.
“You want to ride our bikes somewhere?” said Paul.
“Yes, let’s get out of here.”
They dressed hurriedly and left the man in the first stall. Outside, they removed their locks and straddled their bikes.
“Was you serious…about going somewhere?” said Eli.
“Yes. You want to ride down to Deer Creek?”
“Sure. Where it crosses Springhill Road or where it crosses Highway 7”
“Springhill Road. No one will bother us there.”
Eli followed Paul out of the parking lot, and they rode west, out Highway 7, then north on Springhill Road until they came to the bridge. They stopped in the road, then carefully wheeled their bikes down the embankment and into the woods. Eli followed as Paul led him deeper into the woods until the road and bridge were out of sight. Paul leaned his bike against a tree and looked back.
“Leave your bike here and come on.”
Eli followed Paul for less than forty feet where they came out to a section of the creek with a sand bank. The creek was shallow, the bottom clearly visible, and it was quiet in the woods, the sound of a truck on the road a muffled sound in the distance.
“Okay, Eli Dawson, get naked,” said Paul as he tugged off his T-shirt.
Soon the two of them were naked, cocks once again getting erect. Paul came to Eli, dropped to his knees, and took Eli’s cock in his mouth. He sucked vigorously, slurping noisily at it. He held Eli by the thighs and worked his mouth along the cock until it was fully erect, and he released it, coming back to his feet.
“Okay, get me hard,” said Paul.
Eli went to his knees and took Paul in his mouth. He moved on it as Paul had done him, until Paul held his head and began to fuck his mouth.
“Jesus, I could come in your mouth,” said Paul. Then he pushed Eli off his cock and tilted the head up so they could look each other in the eye. “But I want to fuck your ass.”
Eli smiled. He turned and got on his hands and knees before Paul. Looking over his right shoulder, he stared at the big muscular jock while offering his ass to him. He watched Paul go to his knees, move up close to him, then he turned and held his head down as cock raked across his ass.
“You want it?” said Paul.
“Yes. Put it in me.”
Eli shivered as Paul penetrated him. He moaned and grunted as inch after curved inch sank into his ass. A hand rubbed up his back and back down to his ass where it smacked his right ass cheek just before Paul pushed the last of the cock into him with hips pressed against his ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” said Paul.
“Then loosen me up,” uttered Eli.
Paul fucked him. Fucked him slow, letting him feel every inch of that cock. Then Paul fucked him harder, hips smacking against his ass until he dropped to his elbows and rocked with it. His own cock flopped between his thighs, and he felt his body in a way he never felt before. It was almost like a fever, how his skin became wet with sweat and his skin flush. He was gasping for breath and his heart raced in his chest as if it meant to bust out of it. And Paul continued to fuck, to fuck his ass harder and harder, until he felt the loss of rhythm, how Paul was suddenly jamming cock into his ass, then there was the cry out as Paul slammed into his depths and shuddered against him. He had just taken Paul’s cum.
When Paul pulled out, Eli rolled over and held his cock up, precum trickling down it.
“Will you sit on it?” said Eli.
“Fuck yeah,” said Paul.
Eli watched Paul straddle him, drop down on knees, and rub ass over his cock. He shivered with the feel of it. Then he watched Paul take his cock, holding it up. The ass eased down until touching the head, then it just kept going down, and Eli felt the head of his cock penetrate Paul’s ass, then inch after inch of his cock disappear into it until Paul was seated on his hips.
Then Paul was moving up and down on his cock. He watched his cock come into view then disappear in the ass. He moved his eyes up and down, from his cock to Paul’s sweating, glistening body, to the face that tilted back, mouth open, and was moaning. He clutched at the sand, tried to push up with his hips, then he took each of Paul’s ankles and held them tight as Paul leaned back until braced on his hands. Paul was moving his ass furiously up and down, smacking down on his abdomen. It was too much, how the ass worked his cock, and he was soon shoving upward as the ass dropped down. He shoved upward feeling his cock swell thicker, then erupt in the ass. He shuddered with every ejaculation, emptying himself into the jock’s ass, then he fell back exhausted.
Sitting on the sand back, feet in the cool water, they had washed off as best they could and were just sitting enjoying the silence of the woods. Eli wanted to ask Paul if they could do it again but still felt some timidness around him. Paul chuckled, shaking his head.
“Goddamn it, all through high school we just passed one another without any idea,” said Paul.
“We were in different groups.”
“Yeah, putting on a mask, pretending to be something I’m not.”
“But you are a jock…I mean athletic and good at sports.”
“I know what you mean.”
They sat silent for a minute, Eli using a stick to draw spirals in the sand.
“It was so fucking lonely. My friends would be going out on dates and I was just…” said Paul
“Yeah.”
“I heard someone say you’re going to college in the fall, at Georgia?”
“Yes, that’s right. What about you?”
“I’m staying in the state. I’ll be in Columbia.”
“Where your father went and older brother goes?”
“Yep, it’s been all set since I was six.”
“Well, we just have to get through the rest of the summer.”
“About the summer, you want to keep hooking up. You know, just fuck around until its time to leave for college.”
Eli smiled, nodding his head. “I could do that.”
“I can stop going to that truck stop and we can meet somewhere we won’t get caught.”
“Next weekend my folks are going on a cruise for their second honeymoon for five days. You could come over.”
“And fuck in your bed! You’re on. And guess what, two weekend later, my folks are going to mom’s high school reunion that will be in Charleston.”
“Then we can fuck in your bed.”
The summer passed quickly, Eli hooking up with Paul until it was time to leave for college. He hoped college would offer better opportunities. He wanted to go out on dates, not just hook up. He wanted it to be more than just sex.
The Start of a New Path.
Eli came into the dorm after sitting through his last class. He strolled through the lobby to the stairs and took them to the second floor. He came into hall to a familiar setting after three weeks on campus. Doors open all along the hall, with the sounds of music, video games, and movies coming out of them. He passed Jordan’s room seeing him asleep on his bed, knowing the roommate would be in class until five o’clock. He strolled past Gabriel and Mitch’s room seeing it was one with a video game in progress. Then he came to his door and pushed it open to see his roommate, Ryan, sitting at his desk typing away on his laptop.
Eli took it in, the roommate he had come out to and found acceptance. Ryan was straight and Eli had to admit that was probably a good thing for otherwise he could flunk out fucking all the time. But when word spread, he was gay, he found Duncan at his door, stammering and grinning like a fool, trying to ask him out. That was last Sunday, and they were going out again that evening; dinner and a movie. A date, normal in every way.
“Hey, how was classes?” said Ryan.
“Okay. And yours?”
“A pop quiz in history and I’ve got two papers due on Monday.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Some of us are going to the pizza joint on Garden Street. You want to go?”
“Duncan and I are going out.”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, have fun.
Eli dropped onto his bed and considered it. Getting to go out on a date to have fun. All through high school it had been out of reach, but now that he was at college, everything seemed possible. He stared at the ceiling, thinking of Paul, how it was that cock sucking jock who freed him from his fears and anxieties. He had expected to show up on campus a timid virgin, lacking confidence in himself. Instead, he arrived with confidence and goals for what he wanted in life. He smiled as he pictured Duncan, the lean build of a farm boy from Alabama, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and laid-back personality. Then he pictured Duncan riding his cock, the sweaty body moving up and down on it.
Yes, college was exceeding expectations.
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