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Graffiti, Pt. 2


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The 90's

I grew up in a very religious part of the U.S., in a very religious town. I swear there was at least one church on every block. Of course my parents raised me Christian, but it never took. I just never believed any of it. But like a lot of people, I learned how to keep my doubts private and play along for the sake of peace. I had gotten really good at hiding my true self...sort of. I was gay at birth,but never mentioned it. I tried to at like everyone else, however, my voice and mannerisms would sometimes give me away and the whispering really began in high school. I dealt with it as best as I could. I learned to control my body, walk and gestures better, and my voice deepened eventually. And then I graduated and went to college in a very liberal town. Even though I had more freedom there, I continued to 'play it straight'. There was a gay disease going around and I thought I could disguise myself and hide from it. 

Even though they were deep into Jesus, I still missed my parents and would come home to visit at least once a month. And as oppressive as this town could be, it was still very beautiful in the nicer seasons. There were huge, beautiful trees lining every street. There was also a great park built around a wide creek that ran all the way through the community. On Spring Break I came home and mostly hung out with my friend from high school, Annie. We would walk along the creek and talk about everything. She'd decided to wait a year before going to college to save up more money. So we went there most every day. One time I had to excuse myself and go to little brick building where the restrooms were. After I finished peeing, I checked out the stalls for interesting graffiti. I'd long been fascinated with graffiti even though it usually just consisted of crude drawings of big dicks and the occasional 'suck me'. In the very last toilet stall I found something more interesting:

I come here every day at noon to jack off. Would like a blow job

My mind raced. What time was it? Oh, it was already 4 in the afternoon. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Annie and I continued walking, but I didn't talk much. "Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm just thinking. What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Ugh. I have to work from open to close on Thursdays. But maybe we can go to the drive-in on Friday?"

"What's playing?"

"Something crappy. It'll be fun. I need to get home pretty soon, Aaron".

"OK. I'll walk you to 12th street".

The day ended. I ate dinner with my folks and we watched some sitcoms for awhile. I usually stayed up for Letterman, but that night I just showered and went to bed. I lied in the dark and tried to imagine the guy who'd left that writing on the stall wall. I didn't picture a hunk. I pictured a fat, ugly park worker in coveralls with a small dick. I didn't imagine it being like a sexy porn scene, but that didn't keep me from tossing and turning all night.

I didn't get up until 10 the next morning. I had to go there. I had to see. An hour later I walked to the park and sat myself at a picnic table almost 20 yards away from the restrooms. I brought a soda and a book with me because I could always just say I came to the park to read. I had a clear view of whoever went inside around noon.

11:40 am

I felt some fatigue from not sleeping very well, but tried to read my book. It was hard to make sense of any of the story because I kept checking my watch. It was a stupid novel I'd found at home and I was getting more tired just reading it.

12:01 pm

And then a beat-up pickup drove up and parked illegally right there next to the curb. If this wasn't him, it had to be a bizarre coincidence. A super-tall, skinny guy hauled himself out. He was mostly bald, but he looked familiar for some reason. He walked up to the bathrooms, but paused before entering. He looked right at me. I knew him! Todd Robbins. He was in my graduating class. He was a total jock who was among the most popular guys in school. He was a star basketball player, and I'd heard he'd gotten a scholarship to UCLA. Back then, he had a head full of perfect blond curls and the most athletic frame I'd ever seen.  All of the girls (and probably a few boys -- including me) were hopelessly in love with him. What had happened? He was still standing there, waiting for me to make eye contact again. As soon as I did, he smirked and made a gesture with his head toward the door to the men's room. Then he went in.

Oh God. That walk from the table to the restrooms was so difficult. My hips and legs were barely cooperating. I went in and didn't see him. I knew he was in that last stall. What was the protocol? What were the rules?  I remembered that smirk and walked right to the toilet where I knew I'd find him. He was all sprawled out with his pants around his ankles. "Hi, Aaron". 

I couldn't believe he knew my name.

"H-Hi."

He was tugging on his fat limp dick.

"I'm not getting hard right now, but I will. Let's take a drive". 

So of course I followed him out to his truck and we left. He held an empty beer can between his legs that he spat his chew in. There was no radio, so the silence was unbearable.

"How was UCLA?"

"Sucked. The whole state of California SUCKS BALLS! I tell ya'. My luck turned bad the minute I got there".

"Like how?"

"Like, that school was tough. Classes were way harder than anything we ever had in high school. Also I was only like the sixth or seventh tallest guy on the squad. And way down the list as far as skills go. I was so used to being the best that I got really depressed".

"I'm sorry". I really was.

"You ain't even heard the worst. I got hurt during practice -- hurt real bad. And so my back was all fucked up and they told me I needed surgery. I had it, but was told a few months later I'd never play again. Didn't matter much since I'd failed all my classes already. But they gave me some excellent pain pills. I mean, they were fuckin' magical. I was in no pain and always in a great mood".

"Well, that's good".

"Not really. They started to slowly cut me off of them. So I had to go around to different doctors to get more. After that stopped working, I had to start buying them off the street. You can get pain pills just as easily as you can get weed. Only problem is that they cost a lot".

"How'd you pay for them?" I almost didn't want to know.

"My parents sent me money every month, but then just stopped and told me to move home. So I got more from my grandma, but she's all old and shit and I couldn't  drain her bank account. So I started working".

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"It was L.A., right? I was tall and good looking and hung. I made money being a goddamn prostitute. Decent money. I did some stuff I would never repeat to another soul".

"Wow".

"Yeah, it was nice, but Then I started losing my hair and lost weight and I wasn't so much a high-dollar guy  no more. Plus I had so many diseases from sex, that I was spending as much on treating them as I was on painkillers. I figured it was time for a change".

We were in the North part of town -- the part everybody called 'The Weeds' because nobody that was unlucky enough to live there seemed to care if their tiny little houses were surrounded by tall noxious weeds. The city didn't even mow the ditches or around the crumbling sidewalks. It was the sad place for sad people. We pulled into a gravel highway in front of an old mobile home.

"We're here!"

The Weeds.

I followed inside and the whole place smelled like Skoal. It was also littered with dirty clothes, giant shoes and pill bottles. Todd walked over to the TV and found a bottle on top that he was looking for.  He popped a pill and told me to come relax on the couch for a bit. 

"We'll talk for a while and then I'll be ready to rock". He rubbed the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans as if I didn't get what he meant.

"When did you move back?"

"Around Thanksgiving. I lived with my parents for a few months, but they got pissed about all the missing money they kept discovering. Right before they kicked me out, a buddy and I cleared the house of anything valuable, pawned it and split the money. I was gone right after Christmas".

"How did you end up in this trailer?"

"Another buddy of mine owns it and lets me stay here. You'd be surprised how big the druggie community is around here".

"Why did you write that in the park bathroom?"

"Oh, I don't know. I bought some pills from a guy there and just wrote it. I knew somebody would go for it...just never imagined it'd be you". The lump in his jeans was growing ever so slightly.

"You gotta realize the types of guys I'm used to dealing with.  Fat, older dudes with wedding rings. Not young gay boys like you".

"I was so in love with you in high school".

"I knew that because you'd never make eye contact with me. Girls who loved me did the same thing". He kicked off his size 16 shoes.

I stopped to realize that I was in The Weeds with my idol and was just waiting for his dick to get hard. No day turns out like you think it will.

"You need a drink, but I'm out of booze. Wait. Hold on for a minute". He left and went into his bathroom. I heard a rattle of pills before he came back. 

"Kiss me, little man". 

He bent down and placed a big, open mouthed smooch on my lips. I felt a tiny tablet slide into my mouth. He wouldn't remove his mouth from mine so I just swallowed it. It was small and couldn't be that bad. Plus -- I'd been kissed by The Todd Robbins.

"Sit down. I'm ready".

I sat and watched him peel off his socks and jeans. He pulled his underwear down a bit and the most beautiful cock in the world popped up. It was amazing to just look at at. 

"I'm ready for my blow job now, Aaron".

I bent over and took the fat head in my mouth. I really had no idea what I was doing, but knew I wanted to take the whole thing if I could. I couldn't. I tried and tried, but couldn't go more than about two inches down.

"That felt nice, but let's go get more comfortable in the bed".

His "bed" was just a bare mattress on the floor. "Take some clothes off, Baby. You'll feel better". I took off everything and then sat down on the mattress.

"Lie back. We're going to 69 for a little while".

His cock found my mouth from above and this position made it easier or me to take more of his fat cock. It even hit my throat a few times as he continued stabbing away. It wasn't truly 69'ing because he was so tall that his face was above my shins.

He lifted away from me and complimented my natural skills. 

"You were great, but I need to cum and I can't cum that way".

I lied there and noticed I was happy and a little numb. And sleepy. All those pollinating weeds outside were making me feel like a million bucks.

"I need to fuck you. How are you feeling?"

"The weeds are wonderful. They're not poisonous at all."

"OK. You're gone. Just get ready".

My legs were way up in the air and I laughed at my toes. Todd had positioned his hips with my mine and that insistent dick of his wanted to enter me through the butt hole. MY butt hole. Fine fine. Whatever. He pushed that monster in and in, and I only briefly felt pain. It was an intense pain -- like a tearing, but it went away -- thanks to the weed pollen. I wanted to live in a field of giant weeds. He was sweating profusely and pumping away, trying to get his cum to get out. I wanted to help him. I grabbed him around his narrow waist and pulled him down into me. He was breathing extra hard now and then suddenly he was completely still. I felt warm pulses of him going through me. He looked at me from above and smiled.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had, Aaron".

I grinned back and wanted him to kiss me, but he was already up and cleaning himself at his bathroom sink. 

"Let's go watch some TV until you come down a little and I can take you home'.

As I tried to get up and dress myself, I noticed I had blood all over my butt and thighs, Well, the weeds demanded some sacrifice I guess. I didn't begrudge them some blood. Todd brought me some wet washcloths and I wiped up as best I could. After I got completely dressed I joined him out on the couch. He wasn't dressed at all and lying out he full length of it. I sat at the end and put his big bare feet on my lap. There was some dumb show on...one of those stupid prank shows where dumbass guys put firecrackers in their nostrils or whatever. I massaged his toes and soles which caused him to moan with pleasure. 

'How are you feeling, Aaron?"

"I'm doing great. Perfect".

"Still feeling those weeds in you?"

"Not as much now. I think the wind shifted or something".

"OK. I'll give you another minute or two. Now might be the time to tell you something. I probably gave you HIV just now. It's won't be AIDS for a long time. And also herpes which is no big deal".

I felt the last of the weed pollen leave my brain. Suddenly I was coldly aware of what I'd just done. Holy shit!

I sat mutely as he went and got dressed. 

He drove me to my house and left me there. It was early evening and Dad was in the front yard spraying for dandelions.

I went up to my room, lied in bed and cried a little. i also wandered if I'd go back to the park tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • 3 months later...

AWESOME!!!!! Just a totally HOT fuck session that turned out to be a HS "idol" pf Aarons. So damn cool!!!! And, he got the dick of the jock too!!!! And also, the GIFT of the jock that now Aaron can give to others as well. Sharing in his meet up with Todd!! So hot. I wish they could get together. They would be great!!!

Thank you Goof in KC!!!

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I grew up in a very religious community too.   That is why I started having sex with men of the cloth: a Protestant Minister, Catholic Priest, Jewish Rabbi, Catholic Monsignor, Baptist Pastor.  I was hoping a little holy jizz in me would make me good .... it just made me a good slut for cock and cum

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