The Writing on the Wall

[Josh1959]

It happened the fall of my sophomore year of high school in the mid-seventies. It was a Friday and I was in the bathroom in between classes and started reading the graffiti on the wall of the stall. Sixteen year-olds are in a permanent state of “horny”. 

Being gay in the seventies limited my resources to get things taken care of. This is before smart phones, internet access, or even VHS porn. Dirty writing on the walls, classified personal ads and dime store fuck-smut were all a guy had to keep from losing his mind.

The stall was completely covered in writing, drawings and cum. It had multiple-colored handwriting and scribbled juvenile drawings of really big cocks spurting cum into the air. Of course, there was the occasional plea to suck someone's cock or to fuck. Today, I ran across an ad for a blowjob.

 I was not a virgin, but suffice it to say I wasn't setting any records in the getting laid either.

“Call 612-809-4373 if you want me to send one down your throat.”

Short, simple and to the point. The bell rang indicating that 5th period was about to start so I took out my pen and wrote the number inside my notebook and joined my class. I understood the chances of that old number still working would be slim. 

The entire wall appeared as through no one has touched it in ages. I had a boner all throughout 5th period thinking about it and then again during 6th. I lived pretty far from my school so it took the bus about 45 minutes to get me home. I ran upstairs and flew into the bathroom and stroked one off.

I took a quick shower and jumped on my motorcycle and was off to flip burgers for the evening. We were pretty busy, but I still couldn't get the writing on the wall out of my mind. What kind of a sick deviate would put their phone number on a public bathroom wall? 

What kind of a deviate would call it? During my break, I finished my dinner in lightning speed. I was the only person in the back room. I hadn't thought this through but I rushed over to the desk phone and pulled out the number and called it. My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing? The phone was ringing. What if a lady answers? What would I say? What if an old man answers? I seriously thought the phone was going to be out of order, but it wasn't.

“Hello?” It was a guy and he didn't sound like an old man but he was certainly older than me.  Everyone was older than me. “Hello?” came from the receiver again. Damn what do I say? Then he said, “Is anybody there?” I hung up. I couldn't do it. Perspiration covered my forehead. I cleaned up my dinner dishes and went back into the kitchen to help with the orders.

I couldn't help thinking that the guy sounded really cute. Well more hot than cute. When I got home that evening around 10:00 p.m., I said hello to my parents and catapulted up the stairs and jumped into the shower then dove into bed. I lay there thinking about the voice on the other side of the phone and wondered if it was the source of the writing on the wall? My dick got hard. 

I jumped out of the bed, got the phone number and the phone and landed back in my bed in a flash. Then I jumped up and locked my bedroom door, shut off the light and flew back into the bed. I squeezed my dick so it would go down a little. I turned on my reading light and dialed the number.

“Hello?” It was him.

Oh my fucking god it was the same guy. It was unmistakably him. Shit, what do I do?

“Hello,” he repeated.

Say something you moron or he'll hang up!

“Who's this?” Then he lowered his voice and said, “...I know why you're calling.”

How could he know why I was calling? What does he mean? I cleared my throat and finally said, “ Hello. I um, I um. Hello?”

“I’m still here,” he said. I panicked and made up a stupid story about finding a notebook at my school that had this phone number on it and I was checking to see if it was his. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then he told me, “I doubt that would be my notebook. Are you sure you are calling about a notebook?”

I tried to sound confident, but I was a jumble of nerves; stuttering like a buffoon. “Yes, I’m calling about the notebook,” I tried to reassure him. Again after a few seconds of silence he said, “Are you sure you aren’t calling about the writing on the wall? Isn’t that the real reason you’re calling me?” 

I cleared my throat again and spoke very quietly, “Yes, I’m calling about…about the…writing on the wall. Is it yours?” He matched my intensity and responded, “Yes, it is mine. I wrote that.

My heart was beating so fast. Remember this is a sixteen year old cock learning to find its way in the world with little help from anyone. I didn’t know what to say next so I remained silent. He asked where I lived and I told him. He responded, “Interesting. We live really close to each other.” How is that possible? I lived 45 minutes away from school. My high school had over 5,000 students; the size of a small university. It served people from all around the entire radius of the County. 

He went on to tell me that he was 19 and lived with his parents when he wasn’t in college. He was on a break. Further chat deduced that we lived in the same subdivision. He asked if I liked porn. I said, “Yes.” He said his parents were gone for the weekend and that I should come over and he’d show me what he had. I couldn’t help myself; I had to do this so I told him I’d be there in 15 minutes.

I dressed and walked quietly down the stairs hoping my parents were already in bed. With no sign of them I sneaked out the back door and walked my motorcycle out to the road before starting it and driving off. I found his house and pulled into the drive and parked on the side of the house as instructed. The house was dark as if no one was home. I began to get nervous. What if this was a hoax and this guy sent me on a wild goose chase? Still, I knocked.

He answered the door in only a pair of jeans that were partially unzipped. He was masculine and very good looking, but not pretty. He had dark brown hair and a well-defined chest with dusting of hair and a treasure trail leading down past his navel disappearing into a forest of a thick brown bush.  

He invited me in and led me into the living room. When he turned around I saw nicely shaped hips and a bubble butt that was stuffed into his jeans.  We sat and made small talk. He had gone to my high school 2 years prior; he knew the burger joint where I worked, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes we ran out of small talk so he asked if I wanted to see his porn mags. He led me back to his bedroom.

He slid opened the closet and reached up to a top shelf and pulled out a couple of glossy shiny magazines. We sat on the end of his bed and he flipped through the first magazine. The pictures were of hyper masculine guys; very hairy, muscular and butch. There was also lots of leather, motorcycles and uncut cocks.

He handed that magazine to me and I took over the flipping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he pulled out his cock. It was thick, long and hard and cut with a beautiful head that resembled the shape and color of a plum. My heartrate increased. I put the magazine down and he got up and stood in front of me, took my hand and moved it to his cock. His cock was hot and pulsing. He said in a soft raspy voice, “You know you can never tell anyone about this because I would get into a lot of trouble.” I told him that I wasn’t about to tell anyone anything, ever. 

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. “Yes,” I said.

With that he put his hands on the back of my head and guided me down to his dick. I stared at it for a few seconds and then I put the head in my mouth. It smelled and tasted fantastic. I could smell the musk emanating from his bush. He unzipped his pants fully and pulled out his balls. The smell was driving me crazy and I started to suck his cock deeper. At sixteen I had some experience sucking dick starting as early as 12 years old, but hadn’t yet learned the technique for deep throating.  

I continued to take more and more into my mouth leaving his cock wet and glistening. He had his hands on the back of my head and started making little sounds of approval with his throat. These little guttural sounds would become one of the biggest turn-ons for me in the years to come. 

He then pulled me up and shoved my shorts to my knees. He had me lay on the bed on my side so my ass was facing the foot of the bed. I heard him spit on his hand. Fuck, he was going to fuck me. His cock is too big for me, but I wanted it so bad. The question wasn’t would I let him fuck me, but how much will this hurt when he does fuck me.

He smeared the saliva along my asshole and spit again on his cock. I felt the head at the entrance of my hole. I wouldn’t learn about poppers for several more years and I was too young to drink. This was going to be a challenge. I took a deep breath and he started putting pressure on the ass. It was slippery and really felt erotic, nasty and hot. I was experiencing the primal urge that all guys experience just before they take cock in their ass. 

His cock head was sliding all around the outside of my hole. I was unintentionally nudging my hole to match up with his cock. He spit again and this time pushed just hard enough that he penetrated my ass ring. I felt his cock head rest just inside my sphincter. I gasped out of inexperience, a little fear and shear adrenalin at the same time. It hurt. It hurt badly. I froze and tensed up and the owner of the cock could tell I was struggling.

He put his face next to mine, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s it baby, give me what I need. Don’t make me stop. Relax. That’s it. It’ll get better in a minute.”

He had the head resting just inside me and stayed completely still. As I got used to it, the initial pain subsided and I started breathing regularly again. He told me he wasn’t going to move until I was ready and when I was, I was to push back on him to signal it was cool to continue. 

I agreed and remained still. I could feel him rubbing saliva around the perimeter of his cock. After a few more minutes the pain completely subsided so I pushed back just a little. He pushed forward and another inch or so of his cock pushed through my ring. 

“Okay, okay, stop there. Oh shit. Damn. I’m not sure I can do this, dude. Pull it out, take it out, man.” I was breathing heavily at this point and about to panic when he froze and leaned against my back again and began kissing the crook of my neck and behind my ear moaning ever so slightly. “Oh baby, I need this little man. You feel so good. You’re doing just fine. That’s it just relax.

He kept his word and remained still. Again the pain drifted away and was replaced by a warm erotic nasty feeling that you only get from having a stranger’s cock inside you. I started pushing back; he reciprocated and eventually he bottomed out at his balls. “Sweetheart, you have my entire dick inside you. Can you feel that?” 

All I could do is squirm and moan as he pulsed his hot throbbing dick inside my ass. Suddenly, for the first time in my life my “cunt” got horny to be fucked. Prior to this I had gotten fucked several times, but I just tolerated it. It didn’t necessarily feel good. This was different. I had this hot boys fat cock buried balls deep and there was no pain just white-hot lust and an undying need to be fucked.

I moaned, “Yeah, oh that’s good.” I could feel his breath at my neck again and he whispered, “What was that?” Again I mumbled erotic little inaudible sounds. “Talk to me baby, what are you saying? Tell me what you want.” I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted him to fuck me. 

I pushed back again. God his dick felt so good. It was almost like my ass lips itched and his cock was the only thing that would scratch it. “No, you need to tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he taunted.

“FUCK ME! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck the hell out of me.” While I was carrying on like a depraved child I began bucking back and forth on his cock. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you pretty boy. Now take a deep breath, give up that ass to me and let’s fuck,” he said.

He pulled his dick out a bit and pushed back in. Bliss. He pulled further out and pushed back in a little harder. Heaven. Then he pulled almost entirely out but stopped where his mushroomed plum-like head stretched my ass ring at its max and held it there before plunging back in balls-deep. 

Nirvana! There was no more language spoken between either of us for the next 30 minutes or so. In order to communicate, all we could do was groan, moan, squeal and grunt. We locked eyes sharing our unspoken mutual lust and animalistic needs.

The room got really warm from our body heat and heavy panting. He still had his jeans on at mid-thigh and I still had by shorts pulled down just above the knee. I was still lying on my side while he stood pumping that magnificent cock in and out of me. At one point he pulled out and yelled, “Not yet, no, no, no. Not yet.” I could feel his cock leaving a slimy trail across my butt cheek as he tried to ward off his climax.

I was able to plead in the middle of my panting, “Yeah, man. Don’t cum just yet. I need more of this, please don’t cum.” He said, “Be still. Don’t move. I’m too close.” Then he leaned against me and kissed my neck and whispered, “Oh baby, this is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. You make me feel like such a man. When I bury my cock in your ass all the way to my balls, my nipples harden.” 

He was ready to go again and reinserted his cock, “Can I cum in you? Please. Will you let me shoot my load inside you? I’m so hot for you baby,” he begged. I nodded yes and then he started pile driving his cock in and out of me. He grabbed my ass cheek and my shoulder and pounded harder and harder.  The ring of my ass was on fire as he repeatedly stretched it out leaving me delirious.

Then it happened. He buried his cock in my ass to the root and froze. Put his face in the crook of my neck, his chest against my back and wrapped his arms completely around me encasing me and then started to tremble. He began making faint subtle micro vocal noises like a wounded animal; that grew slowly into a sexy snarl. 

And that grew into a full out masculine roar that came from the innermost core of his soul. I could feel cum pumping into me. I could feel his balls swell and contract as his cock spurted. He continued to roar and blow load after load inside me. 

I grabbed my cock and stroked it off to a powerful climax while his cock blew the last of its load deep in my ass. My ass lips pulsed around his cock every time I shot a volley of cum onto his bed. Feeling this, he turned into a mad man and started fucking me again with a vengeance. 

I could feel how sloppy my ass had become from his load. It was sloshing around making nasty sounds as he continued to fuck me. His cock felt so good because it was completely covered in cum. After about 10 minutes, he did the same thing; wrapped himself around me, froze, trembled and emitted a roar as he blew another load inside me.

We lay there breathing in silence as we recovered. I reached between my legs and felt his balls which were covered in cum. His cock slipped out and a dribble of cum escaped from my ass. We didn’t say much as we got up and pulled our cloths together. He walked me to the door and said he had a hot time and that we should do it again sometime, especially since we lived so close.

He asked never to stop unannounced because of his parents. I told him it was cool.

We did get together several times after that. Once he called the burger joint and said he had just driven through and saw me working. He wanted me to come over after work and drove us out to a secluded area and fucked me in the back seat. I’ll never forget the way he orgasmed; froze, trembled, snarled, and then roared. Every single time.

It’s hard to believe that by simply reading the writing on the wall it would lead to what would become one of the best fucks of my young life. 

I really get off on your comments. 

[evilqueerpig]

HOTT!

[Bicycledude]

Love it😈

[ijoey]

so hot...I use to call those numbers as well never had that kind of luck but did get some great head

[sleazebugga]

Nice hot bit of writing 😉

[Josh1959]

Thanks, dude. Huge impact on my sexual nature. Love that kind of risky, seedy behavior.

[Syracuseboy]

Super hot

[Josh1959]

💋

[NEDenver]

Great writing.  Thanks 

[cumhole1919]

Your story reminds me of a man who used to fuck me.  I met him in the park and brought him back to my place.  He had a swimmer's build, muscular but slender, and copper colored hair.   That first time he kept his cock in my mouth for an hour and forty five minutes.  That was how he got the nickname 'Marathon Man.;  Every few weeks he'd call on a Sunday night and tell me he was coming to my place and be ready.  I'd leave the front door unlocked and wait for him on my knees naked in the middle of the living room.  He'd come in, dressed like he was going running in that park, drinking a beer.  He'd shove his cock down my throat and demanded that I make him 'squirt.'  He'd talk about his wife and how my mouth was better than her pussy.  Around the third time he came to my house he pissed in my mouth.  That was a first for me, but I swallowed it all.  That became a regular thing from that point on.  So did me rimming him.  He eventually fucked me, bare.  I got the feeling that he was learning how to have sex with men by using me.  When he would cum he would stop all motion and make a high-pitched keening sound.  Up until he shot, he'd be an arrogant, demanding, disdainful straight guy.  After he shot, he'd be gentle and kind.  He'd even hug me, but we never kissed.  This went on regularly for about three years, then he just disappeared.  I like to think I helped him get in touch with his homo side while he helped me get in touch with my totally submissive side.

I've attached a picture of Rusty Samuels, who always reminded me of Marathon Man.

[Josh1959]

Thanks, man, great story.

[OFfenesLoch]

Thanks for this story. It reminds me of my youth. I seem to be 2 years older (born 1956). Real hot encounters in the seventies and the eighties without internet and smartphones.

[Josh1959]

Yes, we had to work harder and wait longer, but it was just as hot.

[str8mature5]

HOT! Great story had me boned the entire time.

[Josh1959]

On 6/23/2021 at 6:13 PM, cumhole1919 said:

Your story reminds me of a man who used to fuck me.  I met him in the park and brought him back to my place.  He had a swimmer's build, muscular but slender, and copper colored hair.   That first time he kept his cock in my mouth for an hour and forty five minutes.  That was how he got the nickname 'Marathon Man.;  Every few weeks he'd call on a Sunday night and tell me he was coming to my place and be ready.  I'd leave the front door unlocked and wait for him on my knees naked in the middle of the living room.  He'd come in, dressed like he was going running in that park, drinking a beer.  He'd shove his cock down my throat and demanded that I make him 'squirt.'  He'd talk about his wife and how my mouth was better than her pussy.  Around the third time he came to my house he pissed in my mouth.  That was a first for me, but I swallowed it all.  That became a regular thing from that point on.  So did me rimming him.  He eventually fucked me, bare.  I got the feeling that he was learning how to have sex with men by using me.  When he would cum he would stop all motion and make a high-pitched keening sound.  Up until he shot, he'd be an arrogant, demanding, disdainful straight guy.  After he shot, he'd be gentle and kind.  He'd even hug me, but we never kissed.  This went on regularly for about three years, then he just disappeared.  I like to think I helped him get in touch with his homo side while he helped me get in touch with my totally submissive side.

I've attached a picture of Rusty Samuels, who always reminded me of Marathon Man.