Not the One You're Thining Of

Thomas McKenna sat on the toilet in the grimy bathroom. He was tall, athletic and dressed in his usual jeans and letterman jacket. He was eighteen years old and sweating in the cool, dim space. The restroom was deep in the local park, nearly lost among twisting paths and the thick foliage. Thomas had heard whispers about it for years, and when he found it months ago, he regarded it as a child would look at a cemetery at night. Going in meant he would come out irrevocably changed - a confirmed homosexual.

A fag.

He wrestled with his desire to come and his fear of confirming what he already knew for months. But he was here now. He eyed the small toilet dispenser to his right and tried to move it. It came away easily, exposing a hole big enough for both hands about three feet from the floor. Thomas gingerly placed the dispenser behind him and waited.

He heard the door open and the scuffing of heavy boots on the gritty tile. A shadow passed in front of the hole. Thomas started when he saw the fingers emerging from the hole in the dim light. They were thick with black under the nails. Unsure what to do, he touched them. The tentative touch and warmth sent a jolt of electricity through Thomas' hand. He hadn't expected someone so young here today. The rumors always said that older men, seeking refuge from their lives. He took a deep breath, stealing himself, as the rough hand gently closed around his hand. The grip was firm but not overwhelming. His thoughts swirled with concern.

"You're sure about this?" a voice was gruff, but not unkind, whispered.

"Yeah," Thomas' voice cracked in his dry throat.

"Okay, okay. No need to rush. Take your time," said the voice, voice softer than it had been a moment ago.

The man squeezed Thomas' hand gently before pulling back slightly, giving him space.

Thomas heard the metallic jangle of a belt being undone and he turned to watch through the hole; his heart was racing. The sound of the belt buckle was like a gunshot in the quiet bathroom stall. Thomas' mind raced with images of his own fantasies, of the fear and the rush that came from this clandestine place. This was Thomas' first time, and who knew how many times it was for whoever was on the other side of the wall. Thomas reached out with a trembling hand.

Thomas touched the appendage that came through like it was a life grenade. The penis was flaccid, hanging over the balls and surrounded in dark thick wiry hair. The warm scrotum was about the size of a plum and fit neatly in Thomas' hand. He could smell the intoxicating musk of the man and the chemical smell of the garage on the man's skin.

Thomas heard the man take a deep breath as Thomas laid his hand on him, the warmth sending a shiver down his spine. Thomas touched it tenderly. He had to resist the urge to look through the glory hole to see the man's face. Instead, he focused on the moment, letting the tension in his body ease as he began to explore the man with tentative strokes.

Thomas tugged on the cock before him, willing it to life. It was circumcised and what he expected to be average. He watched it swell, the skin growing tighter and it became more difficult to manipulate the man's cock. Thomas spit on the pink head and used it as lube as he stroked.

A soft groan escaped the man's lips as he felt Thomas' touch become more confident. The way the kid handled him was surprisingly skilled for someone so inexperienced. He leaned against the stall wall, eyes closed, letting his head drop back.

"That's it," he murmured, the words escaping before he could catch them.

Thomas' mind swirled with a mix of arousal and a strange sense of comfort, feeling the weight of his secret ease just a little. Thomas felt emboldened by the man's sighs and moans. He tentatively sucked the top few inches of the man's cock. It had no real discernible taste except maybe salty. Thomas bobbed his head experimentally, unsure of what to do, but enjoying it, nonetheless.

The cock grew harder in the warm, wet embrace of Thomas' mouth. He heard a stifled groan, and his thoughts swirled in a tumultuous mix of pleasure and the stark reality of where he was. Thomas' tongue danced around the tip, as he gently sucked the man's glans. He watched through half-closed eyes as the man's hips continued to pump in rhythm with his mouth and hand. Above him, the man's hand gripped the edge of the stall, his knuckles white with tension as he fought the urge to push deeper into Thomas' mouth. He seemed to know better than to force things, and let things unfold at their own pace.

"Careful," the man breathed, his voice a little rougher.

"I'm sorry," Thomas apologized. "What did I do? It's my first time."

"It's alright," the voice was strained but reassuring. "Just... go slow, okay?" The man took a deep breath and leaned against the wall for support. "You're doing fine.

Thomas went slowly and carefully, trying to read the unseen man. He felt his own hard cock fighting for release. This was certainly clearing up a few things for Thomas, the star quarterback of his high school football team. Thomas who was involved in various school activities, Mr. Popular and in the running to be the valedictorian. Thomas was aware of the potential backlash if his secret were to be revealed - how would being a cock-sucking faggot affect his scholarship opportunities and the relationships he has worked so hard to build?

The man sighed and moaned softly at Thomas' inexperienced but earnest efforts. The tension in his body grew taut like a bowstring

"You're doing good, kid," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Thomas backed off the dick and wiped his mouth. He stood up and undid his pants before turning and bending over. Thomas pressed his rear into the hole. He felt a rough hand on his ass cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off the smooth skin.

"You're sure?" the man asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Yeah," Thomas said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

The man's hand hovered over Thomas' firm ass, feeling the warm and muscular glute. It was like he was taking a moment to consider the gravity of what was happening. Was this a line he rarely crossed? With a deep breath, he gave Thomas' cheek a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing the curve of it.

"If you're sure, let's do this," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper in the confined space. The man must have had a bottle of lube with him. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and began to massage it into Thomas' tight entrance, feeling the muscles clench and relax with each stroke.

"You're so tense," he murmured, his voice filled with a surprising tenderness. "Just breathe."

Thomas breathed as he felt the thick, rough fingers teasing him. Thomas whimpered as the digits started to probe inside of him.

"Shh," the man soothed, his voice a low rumble. Thomas' body tensed up with each gentle push, his own heart racing in anticipation. The man must have known this was a big step for Thomas, and he didn't want to rush it. He continued to massage Thomas' hole with his lubed fingers, feeling the muscles slowly relax.

"You're doing great," he encouraged, his own desire warring with his need to make this good for Thomas.

Thomas braced himself on the other side of the stall and willed himself to relax. His heart was racing as he felt his tightness begin to give way to the man's gentle probing. His mind was a maelstrom of emotions, torn between the desire that had brought him here and the self-protective instinct that had him second-guessing his actions. The scent of engine grease on the man and his own sweat mixed with the earthy scent of the bathroom, creating an intoxicating bouquet that filled the cramped space.

"Easy now," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of Thomas' perineum, eliciting a soft gasp. They were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but the trust the man built in Thomas was a heady aphrodisiac. Thomas' own cock was painfully hard, straining, and the man's cock must be burning to plunge into the soft warm flesh before him.

The man whispered, "You're doing so good." He gently added another finger, his hand trembling slightly with the effort of not pushing too hard. The walls of the stall felt like they were closing in on them, a silent witness to this furtive exchange of intimacy.

The man was gentle and caring.Thomas felt protected and almost loved by the man who was about to take his virginity. He felt a strange mix of emotions as the man carefully inserted his third finger into Thomas' tightness. He could feel his muscles slowly relaxing, the tension giving way to the man's touch. The sound of his own ragged breathing echoed in the stall, and he swallowed hard, fighting back a sudden rush of emotion.

This was a moment that could change Thomas' life, and the man didn't seem to want to be the one to cause him pain. His thumb circled Thomas' entrance, applying a bit of pressure as his other fingers began to move in and out in a gentle, soothing rhythm.

"You're okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm in the harsh reality of their surroundings. "Just keep breathing."

"It feels good," Thomas whispered, his chest tightened at the whispered words. The warmth of the man's hand was a stark contrast to the cold metal of the stall. His thumb pressed a bit harder, as his hand worked Thomas' entrance. He could feel the man's lust burning in him, a heady feeling that both excited and terrified him. His own cock was painfully hard, but he ignored it, focusing instead on making this first experience as good as it could be. He took another deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Good," the man murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Just keep breathing, okay?"

His thumb began to rub Thomas' premium gently, feeling the muscles around his fingers tighten and release with each stroke. The sound of Thomas' breaths grew shallower, and he knew the young man was getting close.

"Please, put it in," Thomas begged.

The man took a moment to collect himself, obviously feeling the weight of Thomas' plea. He knew that once he did this, there was no going back. But the need in the young man's voice was undeniable, and he found himself nodding in silent understanding. He whispered, "Ready?"

When Thomas answered the affirmative, the man gently removed his fingers, and he heard the slick sound of the man coating his erection with the remaining lube. He paused, his cock pressing against Thomas' tight opening, feeling the tremor of anticipation from the young man. With one final grunt, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance give way.

Thomas' gasp was muffled by his own hand, but the sound of his struggle was clear. Thomas' eyes squeezed shut as the man breached Thomas' innocence, feeling the tight heat of the young man's body envelop him.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice strained. "I'll make it good."

The man eased himself inch by inch, pausing to let Thomas adjust to the intrusion. Thomas felt like he was on fire. There was discomfort, but no pain. He hissed and gasped as each inch slowly pushed inside. Thomas' body tensed and relaxed with each gentle push. He could feel the heat from the man's body, and the tremble of his legs as he fought to stay upright. The echoing silence of the walls whispered their intimate moans as song. He pushed back, his breathing ragged.

The man whispered, "You're okay," his voice a reassuring growl.

With each inch that disappeared inside Thomas, Thomas felt a strange sense of belonging, as if he had found a piece of himself, he never knew was missing. The man paused, allowing Thomas to adjust, while his cock pulsing with the need to claim him fully. His hand reached through the hole, seeking Thomas', giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

"Yeah.

With Thomas' affirmation, the man began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. The tightness of Thomas' body around him was exquisite, a sensation that sent waves of pleasure rushing through him. He gripped the wall of the partition, offering silent support as he pushed deeper, feeling the young man's muscles stretch to accommodate him.

"Good?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern and a hint of his desire.

"Yeah," Thomas choked out. Each thrust elicited a bust of stars in his vision. Thomas gripped his throbbing cock, watching a narrow thread of silvery precum streaming from the tip like spun silk.

The rhythm between them grew more urgent, driven by the quiet sounds of Thomas' breathing, the slight whimpers that escaped his mouth, and the tight, wet heat that gripped the man so fiercely.

The stall was a confessional of desire for sin, the rest of the world forgotten in the throes of their shared secret passion. Thomas knew the man was trying to be careful, to not go too fast, too hard, to fight the need to claim the young man fully.

"Just a bit more," he murmured, his voice thick with want. His hand tightened around the edge of the partition. He pushed in deeper, feeling Thomas' body tense and then give in to the pressure, a soft moan escaping the young man's lips.

"Shit," Thomas swore as he ejaculated. Thick spatters of his cum fell to the dirty tile below him. He felt his body clench and the orgasm hit a second later. It was intense, sending his head reeling as he whimpered and moaned. Thomas' body shook with the force of his orgasm, and he heard the sound of liquid hitting the floor. A sense of pride and relief washed over him that he came from being fucked.

The sound of Thomas' orgasm was the most beautiful thing the man had heard in a long time, a declaration of the connection they had just shared. His own release was building, the pressure in his cock becoming unbearable.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice a gentle command. He began to move faster, his hips slamming gently against the partition as he chased his own climax. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small stall, the only sound echoed in the quiet park bathroom.

Thomas moaned at the new tempo. It was almost too intense, and he didn't care if anyone heard them in this out-of-the-way bathroom. He heard the man's grip on the wall tighten, and Thomas squeezed his shut as he lost himself in the rhythm. The sound of their muffled breaths and the slap of their bodies was a symphony to his ears. The man wouldn't last much longer, the tension coiling in his gut like a tight spring.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained. "So perfect."

"Cum for me," it was an order, but also a plea.

"Fuck," the man breathed heavily, his hips stuttering against the partition. The sound of Thomas' voice, the feel of his hole, it was all too much. With one final, deep thrust, he let go, filling Thomas with his warmth. He could feel the young man's muscles clench around him, the aftershocks of his own orgasm mirrored in Thomas' tight grip on his cock. He leaned heavily against the wall, his heart racing in his chest.

Thomas slowly pulled away, feeling suddenly empty. He sat on the toilet again and sucked the cock that had just fucked him. The cock was still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm as Thomas sucked it into his mouth. He felt a strange mix of emotions, his body still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.

The man leaned against the stall wall, his hand still gripping the top of the partition.

"Thank you," he murmured, the words seemingly inadequate for what had just transpired between them.

Thomas' mouth released him, and he swallowed. "Thank you."

The taste made him shiver. He looked down at the cock that poked through the hole, now red and softening.

The new silence was thick.

His heart was still racing, his breathing heavy. He knew this was a moment that neither of them would forget.

"You're welcome," the man murmured, his voice still gruff but with a hint of tenderness. His heavy footsteps retreated to the door, something barely registered by Thomas as thoughts swirled with a strange mix of joy and shame. Thomas found a piece of himself, and he had lost something in return. The weight of their shared secret pressed down on him like a heavy blanket. He reached down to pull up his pants, his hand lingering on the zipper for a moment.

"Take care of yourself, kid," the voice said, and the door closed.

And again, Thomas was alone.