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Subject: Discovery in Sin City, Part 8 (Gay/Adult Youth) The days flew by after my last hookup with Derek. The end of my senior year of high school rapidly approached. I had fewer opportunities to see Rick or visit my park bathroom. I don't even especially recall my last visit with Rick. I don't think I mentioned that I was about to graduate and would no longer be in this area after school. I don't think either of us acknowledged that our friendship had run its course. I sucked his cock one last time and never had another opportunity to do so again, since the slip of paper I kept in my wallet with his phone number on it had become faded beyond my ability to read it, and I had neglected to memorize it. I did have more time to spend with my friend Gary as school ended. The last time I had seen him, we had sucked each other's cocks at a sleepover and he had been overcome with regret. He avoided me for a while, but when school ended, he came back as if nothing had happened. A couple weeks after my graduation, we went to go see a movie - one of the Harry Potter movies - at its midnight release. My stepmother allowed it but insisted that she didn't want to drive us, so we took the bus. Gary had a cell phone, so she told us to text, not to call, because a call might wake my dad. On the bus ride there, we chatted about summer plans - my stepmother was going to Florida in a few weeks, and I was due to go to boot camp at the end of summer, so I'd have months of freedom to hang out, play video games, and (though I said nothing about this to Gary) suck some dick. Despite my unwillingness to broach the topic of sex, Gary seemed to want to talk about nothing but. Throughout the movie, Gary continually pointed out male characters he presumed I was attracted to. He was often right. He asked what I'd do to them if they were in the theater next to me instead of him. Needless to say, by the time the movie ended, we were well and truly horny. Gary texted my stepmom when the film ended as she had asked and we sat out by the bus stop to wait. Eventually we realized that there was no bus coming. Gary texted my stepmom again to no result, so we began the long walk to the next major street that would still have buses at this time of night. By the time we got to that street, with a bus some 40 minutes away, my stepmom woke up, furious, and called Gary. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this exact thing happening twice: my stepmom demanding that I take a bus and then being angry at me because her plan failed when she could have corrected it. She did, however, come to get us. The sun was beginning to rise - it was nearly 5 am - and Gary and I were tired but cheerful. I filled him in on the last time something like this had happened, and after he was sworn to secrecy, I told him the actual truth of that night, and how I had ended up sucking Derek's cock in a dark alley because of the long waits between the buses my stepmom had chosen. She arrived and drove us home, ranting about how irresponsible it was for us to walk rather than call her and wake her up. Gary confusedly reminded her that she had expressly told him NOT to call, because it might wake my dad. She fumed quietly the rest of the way home. When we arrived, she told us with a nasty smile, "Don't expect to sleep in. I'm waking your asses up at eight." We went to my bedroom to sleep. Gary had a pallet laid out on the floor next to my bed. He was apparently asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I was still buzzing from the evening's excitement, wondering if Gary had actually intended to get me as worked up as he had. I tossed and turned. I pretended to be asleep: fake it 'til you make it. A little before 6, I rolled over, my outstretched arm hanging over the edge of the bed. I was shocked when Gary reached up and grasped my hand. I looked down at him and saw that he was looking up at me. He mouthed, "Come down here." I slid off the bed as quietly as I could. Kneeling there, I had to put a fist in my mouth to keep quiet as Gary bent over, fished my dick out of the hole in my boxers, and began sucking. I was hard as soon as his tongue touched me. I strained to listen for any sound of my stepmother, but she had been silent for over half an hour, likely passed out in her chair in the living room. Any noise could wake her, especially since my bedroom door was open - my stepmother didn't like the idea that I might be masturbating in there, so I wasn't even allowed that much privacy. I wasn't even allowed to lock the bathroom kocaeli escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/kocaeli-escort) door when I was in there. Soon my cock was dripping with Gary's saliva and my own precum. I was a little disappointed when he pulled off. He wasn't an expert cocksucker as I had grown to become, but he was doing much better the second time around. I wondered whether he had been practicing with someone since we had played together last. Then he whispered directly into my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe as he did so. "I want you to fuck me." My worries that my stepmother could awaken vanished. She was dead to the world. I was about to fuck a guy younger than me for the first time in my life. I wish I could say that fucking Gary was for me like fucking me had been for Terry. Terry had been unable to hold himself back from moaning about how my hole was squeezing his dick like a vice. Gary was, allegedly, a virgin, but his ass had a looseness about it. To be clear, it wasn't like my dick slid in and bounced around inside his cavernous hole. It felt more like I was the second or third person to hit that ass that night. That simply wasn't possible, though. Gary had been at his dad's prior to being dropped off at my place, and unless his dad and brother had taken turns on his ass first, he wouldn't have had any time to get fucked. Besides, he had been dropped off at 8 pm, and we had been together for the 10 hours since. In any case, my cock slid right in. Saliva and precum were enough lubricant to get me through his ring. I fucked him missionary for about 20 minutes before Gary asked me to switch to doggy style. I was simultaneously glad I had jerked off in the shower prior to going to the movies (because I could have fucked that ass for days) and frustrated about it - had I not jerked off, maybe I would have cum more quickly. Forty minutes of slow, deep thrusts later - I was still trying to keep it quiet - Gary couldn't stay on his hands and knees any longer. He collapsed onto one side and let out a low moan that made me clamp a hand over his mouth. When I released it, he said, "This feels even better. Keep going." While he lay curled up, I finally felt my orgasm beginning to creep up on me. I picked up the pace, careful to keep quiet. I was fucking him as hard and fast as my caution would allow. He grasped my left hand in his and held it over his own mouth as he shot his load into his right hand. It was thick, not far from being solid. When he was done moaning, I reached for his right hand and pulled it to my mouth, savoring the slightly musky, salty flavor of his seed. I kept his cum in my mouth and kept thrusting. By the time it had broken down to being mostly liquid, I was filling his ass with my own thick teen load. I pulled out of him, exhausted and suddenly needing a good, long piss. He looked contented but uncomfortable. He glanced toward my bedroom door and the bathroom door on the opposite side of the hallway. As he stood shakily, I whispered, "Don't flush the toilet. She'll hear and I have to go, too." It was a little after 7 by my alarm clock. Gary retreated into the bathroom, silently shutting the door behind him. After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush. I facepalmed. Retreating back into my bed as quietly as possible, I assumed a comfortable position. There was no way my stepmom hadn't heard the toilet. Sure enough, I heard the gentle shuffling of footsteps on the carpeted floor outside my bedroom. They shuffled nearer, then shuffled away. Then the bathroom door opened and Gary snuck quietly back in and resumed his spot on the floor. I waited until I felt my bladder was going to burst. It was nearly 7:40 by then, and my stepmother had been silent for a while. I just hoped that meant she had returned to sleep. I considered peeing in the sink, but running enough water to get rid of a urine smell would wake her as surely as flushing the toilet again, and it had been over half an hour. Surely she couldn't get angry that I needed a piss. When I came back out of the bathroom, she was standing by the door. "Get your ass back in bed. We're gonna talk later." She didn't wake me up at 8. When she did wake me - about four hours later - Gary was already gone. My dad wasn't there either. She stood over me in bed and demanded to know what Gary and I had been up to that morning, that we went to the bathroom "back to back". I wanted to claim that we hadn't, that we went almost 40 minutes apart, but that meant confirming that I was actually awake when Gary went. kolej escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/kolej-escort) I played dumb instead, insisting that I didn't know what she was talking about and woke up needing to pee because I had downed two huge sodas at the movie theater the night before. In the end, the discussion went nowhere. I had nothing more to tell her than what I already had, and she refused to believe that I was telling her the truth. My mistake came weeks later. I was chatting with a close high school friend - close enough that my parents knew her and trusted her enough to let her borrow my dad's truck when we went to school dances together - on Myspace from a library computer about a date she had been on a few days before with her new boyfriend, with whom she was already sexually active. She knew I was gay, and the subject turned to whether I had ever been on a date. Now, I knew better than to tell anyone about my sexual escapades in the various public bathrooms across Las Vegas. But I wanted to one-up her a bit, and I told her that I had recently gone to the movies with a friend, and although it didn't start like a date, it certainly ended like one. I was purposely vague and made her press me for details before confirming that Gary and I had gotten "a bit sexual", eventually divulging that Gary had initiated things after we got back home and asked me to fuck him. Back then, Myspace didn't keep chats saved. They were separate from messages and would be deleted as soon as the window was closed. There was no risk of my stepmother seeing the messages. But when I came home, she knew about them. She told my dad and even Gary's father. I was lucky she didn't tell my recruiter, though she had threatened to do that as well. She decided I was going to accompany her to Florida, where she could keep an eye on me and keep me away from Gary. I knew my friend had told her, though I had no idea why she would betray my trust to volunteer that information to my stepmother. The drive to Florida from Nevada was truly awful. For one thing, my stepmother had refused to ever take me to get a learner's permit or license, so I was a passenger the entire time. She also had a rule that if she was awake, I had to be awake too. I wasn't allowed to listen to music on my headphones, or read a book, or (obviously) play any video games. (She knew I had packed the Wii, but wasn't even aware I had brought my Nintendo DS, and I wanted her to remain unaware of that as long as possible, lest she decide to toss it out the window or give it away while we were in Florida.) There were hours-long stretches of silence where I was expected to remain perfectly alert with absolutely no stimulation other than the other cars and the countryside we drove through. Those were the good parts. The bad parts were when she decided we needed to talk. She would lecture me about everything from STD's (often with factually inaccurate information I knew better than to correct, because "talking back" would get me slapped in the face) to how Gary's father was considering contacting the police to accuse me of raping his son. These talks were rambling, one-sided monologues in which she insisted that anyone who lost their virginity or looked at porn as young as seventeen was basically guaranteed to become a deviant sex addict who could only "feel satisfied" with increasingly extreme measures. By the end of that rant, you'd think she had caught me wearing women's underclothes fashioned out of the skin of people I'd killed, not that she heard secondhand that a friend my age had asked me for sex. The bright side of the drive was at a rest stop somewhere in New Mexico. It was the middle of the day, but my stepmom was tired and planned on taking a nap - for the best, since she had been driving for over 18 hours and neither of us had slept in that time, although I had dozed a bit when she wasn't looking by leaning my head against the passenger window to give the appearance that I was still upright. When we stopped, she put up a window shade and said she was going to take a nap. We walked up to the rest stop from the parking lot. She gave me a couple dollars to grab snacks and drinks from a vending machine while she continued on to the bathroom, snapping the occasional photo with her camera as she went. I took the food and drinks back to the car, then passed my stepmom on my way up to the bathroom as she made her way back down. "Don't make any noise when you come back," she said. "I need to get some sleep." I said, "Okay" konak escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/izmir-escort/konak-escort) and rolled my eyes when I had my back to her. In order to close her car doors, you had to slam them. There was no way I was getting back into the car silently. In the bathroom, I took stock of the stalls and urinals. Three of each. Thick plastic barriers with about 18 inches of clearance at the bottom, up to a height of about 6'6". Doors with slide locks. Floor of back stall not visible from entrance. It was sort of like, in visual media based on Sherlock Holmes, when things slow down while Holmes lists potentially important details about what- or whoever he's observing. I was experienced at cruising public bathrooms like this one, and taking note of whether a bathroom was "good" was second nature. I took the back stall. As soon as the door was closed behind me, I set a 20 minute timer on my watch, then took care of my waste-related needs while the bathroom was empty. I flushed when I was done, then started quietly jerking off. A few people came in in the meantime. Most pissed and left. One took the farthest stall from me and took a quick shit. I had ten minutes left on my timer when the bathroom was next empty but for me. It didn't last long, but the man who came in made a beeline for the stalls and claimed the seat next to mine. His legs were white but dusted with dark hair. I watched as he dropped his shorts - no underwear - and sat on the toilet. A few seconds passed, and then he tapped the foot closest to me three times. The only way he'd be able to see my feet would be if he was bent over to look at them, so I silently tapped back. He stood and whispered, "Can I join you?" I let him into my stall. He was plain-looking, but young, no more than 25. He was very hairy, though, which I loved. I locked the stall door behind him, pulled him toward the toilet and immediately started sucking. He had a nice cock. Nothing special compared to the likes of Rick or Derek, but far longer and thicker than Gary's below-average offering. He couldn't stay hard, though, and eventually he tugged me up. "Sorry, I've jerked off three times today," he whispered. "I was hoping to suck yours." I was disappointed, but yielded. He assumed a kneeling position in front of me and got to work. I came before my timer went off. He wasn't me by any stretch, but he knew what he was doing. I left first, washing my hands and then departing the bathroom to return to my stepmom's car, ready for a nap. When my stepmother woke up six hours later, she went to the bathroom and came back telling me someone was over there yelling about faggots having sex in the bathroom and demanded to know what I had been doing. I was skeptical - it was a fairly small rest stop and yelling would have carried - but I insisted that I had no clue what she was talking about, because I had been in the car asleep since I came back from the bathroom right after we arrived. That was the truth, if not the whole truth. Somehow I doubted that someone had seen me with the other guy and then stayed for six hours to quietly yell about it without calling police, so if there had been someone yelling about bathroom sex, it was almost certainly nothing to do with me. My stepmother pulled out her camera and demanded I look at a photo to see if it was the guy I was allegedly having sex with while she slept. She showed me several photos of a very attractive thirty-something whose dick I would have sucked in a heartbeat, demanding to know if I saw him around the bathroom. I hadn't, though I didn't express my internal disappointment at that fact. I did notice that when taking pictures the first time around, she had caught a few candid shots of the guy I actually did hook up with, but she gave up when I insisted that I had never done "anything like that", that "bathrooms are disgusting", and that what she was raving about "sounds gross". I didn't know it at the time, but that was the last time I would have sex before my 18th birthday. We ended up staying in Florida so long my recruiter had to push my ship date back twice. It was early November when we finally returned to Las Vegas, only for my stepmom to decide that I needed to get a job or move out. I was still seventeen and my ship date was at the beginning of January. After a week in which I submitted well over 100 job applications to businesses within a dozen miles of home, I went to stay with my oldest sister. I was a good roommate, cooking and cleaning and being generally charming. In the end, I only went home because it was literally Christmas and my stepmother begged me to come home. Within the next ten days, I shipped off to MCRD San Diego, where I would spend the next few months training to be a Marine and where I would finally turn 18. The end... for now.