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A Summer of Firsts – Reimagined

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I posted a different version of this story a few weeks ago. It had a very dark ending. If you’ve read that story you can skip to ALTERNATE ENDING, the first section is identical.

I’m curious to see if the story is better accepted without the grim ending of the first version.

Thanks yet again to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance.

Everyone depicted is over eighteen.

Personally, I prefer happy endings.

I hope you enjoy.

*****

The first time Nick became aware that someone was watching him piss he felt nothing but surprise. What could possibly be interesting about watching someone take a leak?

Nick was a bright kid, but a bit of a loner. He didn’t fit into the simplistic, yet all too real, schematic of high school cliques. He played sports but sports were neither his passion nor was he a star. He wasn’t a jock. He grew up on a farm but he didn’t farm, had no desire to farm, took not a single Ag class and did not join the Future Farmers of America club. He wasn’t a Farmer Ted. He didn’t smoke weed. He wasn’t a stoner. He jostled for first in his class. He took the “hard” classes, calc, and chem II, physics and advanced biology. He could have been a brain but the other brains could not overcome their distrust of someone who played baseball and ran track. They had suffered too many wedgies, locker stuffings and towel snaps for them to drop their guard.

He was a bright kid but a sheltered kid. The school district he lived in was primarily rural but encompassed a part of the county that was growing exponentially as the middleclass fled across the Mississippi to escape St. Louis. He had never heard of HBO, not that it was available in his little slice of heaven. He had never eaten Chinese and never ordered delivery pizza.

So, it isn’t hard to imagine his confusion when he realized someone was watching him pee through a quarter-sized hole in the stall partition.

He was at the mall, looking to spend his birthday money on something he wanted but that would pass his mother’s “is it practical” standards, something he would need when he left for college in a few months. They weren’t actually all that poor. His mother simply believed in being cautious. His parents were older, his mom a teenager during the Depression. A cautious person understood it was best to plan for the worst.

Nick grew up sheltered by a woman who was certain catastrophe waited around every corner. This was especially true after his father, who he barely remembered, had manage to come in contact with a live power line while working in the barn. They weren’t really poor but his cautious mother wouldn’t have paid good money for cable TV, even it had made its way to the boonies.

His aunts and uncles over-compensated for his lack of a father and his cautious mother. He had racked in what to him was a small fortune on his eighteenth birthday. In his family, cash was the best gift of all. His birthday was only three weeks before graduation. The proximity of his birthday to graduation had diminished the loot he received for graduation. His relatives were generous not flamboyant. Still, between the two he had a little over $300 to add to what he’d saved from working at the A&W out on highway 77.

He was at the mall to buy some clothes, maybe some stuff for his dorm room. The mall, according to the transplanted city kids was a joke. It was too far from a real city to have any big stores. A Montgomery Ward store had been the mall’s anchor but it closed a couple of years ago. There were still a few stores clinging to the edge of profitability but no name brand stores, unless you counted the Taco Bell in the food court. He had been trying to find jeans in his size when the giant Mountain Dew he’d gulped down with his burrito supreme caught up with him. The closest bathroom was the one by the gated and trashed-strewn “Monkey” Ward.

For a moment he had worried he wasn’t going to get his zipper down fast enough. When he finally freed his dick and let his bladder go, a shudder of relief washed over him. He hadn’t noticed that someone was peeking at him at first. He had been absorbed in wonder at how good taking a piss could feel.

The idea was so strange it took him a moment to convince himself. There was no doubt that there was an eye peering through the hole. Nick wondered if that ever had happened before and he had failed to notice it. He didn’t use this restroom very often. He didn’t come to the mall very often.

He was finished pissing. He should simply shake, zip and go. He figured if he didn’t flush, he wasn’t touching anything gross so he didn’t need to wash his hands. Besides, the sinks appeared to be almost as dirty as the urinals. He hesitated, unsure why.

He could tell the eye in the hole was now looking at his face not his dick. He looked back. The eye in the hole dropped back to look at his dick. To his surprise Nick felt his dick start to get hard.

He was a sheltered kid and a loner but he had a girlfriend. She was still a wonder to him. She had taught him canlı bahis şirketleri how to kiss. She had let him touch her breast, through her clothes of course. She had even pressed her hand over his hard-on once. He knew what was happening to his dick. He was simply surprised it was doing it now, over nothing more than being spied on.

He reminded himself he could pop a boner almost anytime, often for no apparent reason. He was a sheltered kid but it didn’t take long in a locker room to discover there existed in this world men who did perverted things with other men. Such men were fags and fruits, queers and homos. They were pussies but yet should be feared.

That first time, standing there holding his dick as it grew hard from another man looking at it, it did not occurred to Nick that the man in the stall might be such a man. It certainly never occurred to him that he himself might be such a man.

He zipped up and left the bathroom, left the mall. He did not bother trying to shop further. He went home, told his mom he wasn’t feeling well and went to bed after supper. His room was hot. It was one of two rooms upstairs. The other, a guest room, was empty most of the time. His mom’s room was downstairs. She hated stairs. That was fine with him. Most of the time he had the upstairs to himself. As long as they didn’t have company staying with them, he had his own bathroom as well. The old tub didn’t have a shower but he didn’t care. The old farmhouse did not have air conditioning. He had his window open, listening to the sound of the trucks passing through the night on highway 77, on their way somewhere that wasn’t here.

He lay on his back and the breeze blew the sheer curtains over his belly, over his dick. Bless him, he was eighteen with an eighteen year-old’s cock and hormones. He got hard as fast as his eighteen year-old heart could pump his cock full of blood. He jerked off. He jerked off thinking, not of the feel of his girlfriend’s breast under his hand as he usually did, but of the eye in the wall. He jerked off for the eye, knowing the eye wanted him to but not quite knowing he want to as well.

He wiped his spunk off his chest and belly with a tee shirt. He did his own laundry. It was easier that way. As he wiped up the jizz, it finally occurred to him that maybe the guy in the stall was a queer. He found the idea vaguely exciting. He’d always thought queers were something confined to New York, California, and Europe. The idea that there might be one living and breathing right here in this ass end of the Illinois made the place feel, for lack of a better word, sophisticated.

He went back the next day, explaining to his mother he wouldn’t be going to work because he wasn’t feeling well and still needed to do some shopping. She was lost in “The Young and the Restless” and just gave him a grunt good-bye. At the mall, he went straight to the bathroom. It was empty so he went to the men’s clothing store.

He found a couple of pairs of jeans that weren’t bell bottoms and a couple of shirts. He made his way back to the bathroom. Someone was in the stall. He couldn’t tell if it was the same person or not. He set his bag down, walked to the urinal and peed. He stood back further than usual, making sure his dick was not hidden inside the urinal. He watched the eye, not his stream.

The eye jerked up and down, eyeing his face and his cock but mostly his cock. He was almost totally hard before he finished. Without stopping to consider what he was doing, he started to pump his dick after he shook it off. It only took a couple of strokes to get him totally hard.

A soft voice from the stall said, “Yeah kid beat that meat. Fuck yeah.” He came, hard. Ropes of white jizz arched from his cock and into the urinal. As the last jet fell short, barely missing his sneakers, Nick had a moment of panic, not about his shoes but at what he had just done. He knew masturbation was wrong. It was a sin. That was in the Bible. Not only had he been masturbating, he had been doing it right out in the open, in front of some stranger in a bathroom. He shoved his dick back in his pants, zipped up, and fled, almost forgetting the bag with his new clothes.

That was the first time he jerked off for another guy.

He told himself he was never going to do that again.

It took him three days before he went back. He left early for work, telling his mom he was picking up some extra hours. The bathroom was empty and he swallowed a surge of disappointment mixed with relief. He was almost to the door when he stopped. He turned and looked at the stall. It was empty. Did he want to watch?

The sound of approaching footsteps made up his mind for him. He ducked into the stall and was fumbling his jeans down when the door to the bathroom opened. He sat, hunched over his legs and listened to the guy piss, flush, and leave. So did the next guy and the one after that. He glanced at his watch and saw that he needed to leave or he’d be late for work. He was reaching for his pants when canlı kaçak iddaa he heard the door open again. Footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. Nick waited for the sound of a zipper but it didn’t come. He waited for the hissing ring of piss on porcelain. That didn’t come either. Nick leaned back and peered through the hole.

The guy’s cock looked huge, framed in the open V of button fly jeans. The guy appeared to have his shirt off as well. Nick tilted his head to look upward. The guy had his tee shirt pulled back over his head. His chest and belly were covered in fine black hair that thickened above his cock.

As Nick watched, the guy reached down and pulled his balls free. They hung below his cock, looking heavy. Nick was fascinated by the sight.

It wasn’t like he’d never seen a guy’s dick before. He played baseball all his life and ran track. He’d seen plenty of naked guys before. At times, lying in his bed, rubbing his dick, he even remembered some of the dicks he had seen and wondered what they would look like hard. Most of the time he imagined breasts or pussy. When he caught himself thinking of cocks, he was confused more than anything else. Why was he thinking about dicks?

He’d heard plenty of locker room jokes about queers and fags but never one about bisexuals. He had no concept that such a thing could even exist. He would drag his mind back to one of the centerfolds he’d seen in his buddy, Gary’s Penthouse magazine. It wasn’t really Gary’s Penthouse. It was his brother’s. His brother had been one of the last guys in the area caught in the draft. He’d been spared Vietnam but when he headed off for basic he entrusted his porno mags to Gary. They had been, and remained, a wonderment.

This was different, as different as a real pussy is from a foldout glossy. This was a guy’s dick, hard and in the flesh, inches from his face. Nick felt his own excitement ratchet up a notch, or two, or four. He wonder if the button jeans guy was queer. Most be, he figured if he was jerking off for a guy.

The fact that he had done the very same thing never crossed his mind. It never occurred to him that his excitement at watching the guy jerk off might be considered queer.

No doubt, many will find that difficult to swallow. No one can be that sheltered. But it was true. Nick felt as if he was a disinterested outside observer, not a participant. The thought that he might be a fairy was utterly foreign to him, even as he sat on a toilet, in a stall, dick throbbing, watching another man jerk off.

The guy turned away and Nick once more felt a surge of disappointment. Disappointment morphed into panic when button jeans stepped to the front of the stall and peeked in at him, gazing openly through the crack between the door and frame.

Nick hunched over his lap as if expected a blow.

“Relax man. Let me watch.”

Button jeans’ voice was low but he didn’t whisper. Nick heard neither demand or pleading in the voice. He relaxed, a little.

He looked up but didn’t sit up, not yet.

“It’s cool brother. I ain’t gonna bite.” Button jeans face split into an enormous grin that lit up his eyes. “Not unless you want me to anyway.”

Nick had no idea what the guy was talking about but his eyes had returned to watching the slow movements of button jeans’ hand over his cock. The guy’s cock looked huge. Nick wasn’t small, at least not small enough that he ever felt weird in the locker room shower but this guy’s was easily an inch or more longer.

Button jeans’ took in Nick’s gaze. “You like it? Like my cock? Come on then, fair’s fair, let me see yours.”

Almost without being aware of it, Nick sat up straight on the john. He didn’t touch his dick. He let it stand on its own, bobbing in the dark curl of his pubes.

“Oh, beautiful dick, man. Shit, don’t hide that thing from me.”

Nick’s eyes jerked to button jeans’ face. The man’s eyes were glued to his dick. He saw no evidence of mockery in the man’s face. He had heard none in his voice.

Emboldened by the man’s compliment, Nick reached for his dick.

“Oh yeah man, go ahe…”

They both heard the door opening at the same time. There was a small jog around a wall that prevented anyone outside from seeing anyone inside when the door opened. It gave button jeans just enough time to dart into the second stall before their guest walked in the bathroom proper.

Nick resumed his hunched-over position, feeling trapped. He heard the newcomer fumble with his belt and zipper. He waited but heard nothing more. He glanced over his shoulder without leaning back. Through the small hole, he could just make out the newcomer’s finger, beckoning.

Nick obeyed. The guy was in a suit. Nick had very little experience with suits but this one looked pretty cheap. His dick was hanging out. It was only half-hard. Nick looked away.

The sound of worn leather shuffling across tile echoed in the room. Nick almost groaned as suit man peeked in his stall, then leaned over to peek in button jeans’ stall. canlı kaçak bahis

Nick heard the stall door next to his open. By swaying back and forth in front of the crack between the door and frame he could see the two men were holding each other’s cock.

Suit man put his hand on the top of Nick’s door and pulled on it.

“Open up. The more the merrier.”

Suit man’s voice was high and whatever command it tried to convey was lost in its whiny timbre.

“He’s fine. Let him be.” Button jeans’ voice was quiet but the words carried an edge Nick had not heard earlier.

Suit man snorted. “The stuck up ones bug me, that’s all.”

Button jeans stepped back. Nick could no longer see him.

“He’s not stuck up. He’s nervous.” There was no missing the edge in his voice now. “Know what bugs me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Pushy assholes who look a gift horse, literally, in the mouth. Beat it.”

“Hey fella, who do you think…” Suit man’s voice was even whinier.

“I’m the guy who was going to suck your dick until you opened your mouth. Beat it.”

“Fuck you. This is a public restroom.”

Button jeans’ voice was quiet now but Nick could hear easily enough. So could suit man. Button jeans made it clear he knew who suit man was and that if he saw him in here again, or if mall security showed up after he left, he would post his bail and when the time was right he would find suit man and kick his ass.

Suit man hustle away, huffing in indignation. Nick took the opportunity to pull his pants up. He hurried from the stall, ignoring the guy in the jeans and fled. He was late. He’d never been late before. He was sure he was going to get fired. The manager never said a word, however.

Nick kept busy, flipping burgers and making root beer floats, trying not to remember the look of the guy’s cock, or the scruffy beard, or the clear blue eyes.

When he jerked off that night, it was the guy in jeans he thought of. He found his left hand reaching below his balls, rubbing lightly over his asshole, not sure why he was doing it but enjoying the way it felt. He brought his fingers to his nose. Instead of being grossed out, he found the pungent musky scent exciting. Without conscious thought, he stuck one finger in his mouth then reached down once again and pushed the finger inside his ass, just barely. His finger wasn’t very wet and it hurt too much to push deeper. His cock exploded almost instantly and he bucked hard enough to make the bed jump.

When he pulled his finger out, he grimaced. The nail was lined with brown. He held the hand away from his body and he used his right hand to wipe off his chest and belly. He awkwardly pulled on a pair of sweats one-handed before making his way to his bathroom.

He scrubbed his finger in water as hot as he could stand it, disgusted with himself.

That was the first time anything found its way into his ass.

He stayed away from the mall bathroom for a week. Telling his mom he was working a double, he spent over four hours, most of it in the john. He watched two guys jerk off. He let another watch him stroking in the stall but didn’t cum.

He didn’t admitted it to himself but Nick was hoping the guy with the blue eyes and button jeans would show up. He waited as long as he could before hurrying to work. He was part of the closing crew. It was almost one in the morning when, at home, he eased the screen door closed, trying but failing to keep the rusty spring from squeaking. His mom was a heavy sleeper but if she woke she often would insist upon getting up and asking how work had been, as if, by some miracle, work would have been different than any other night.

The only sound coming from the downstairs bedroom was his mother’s not-so-soft snores. His thoughts had been racing all evening. He had spent the evening with an almost perpetual boner. His girlfriend was away for the summer, a Bible camp counselor. Neither of them seemed to care, both allowing the relationship to fade without consciously admitting the fact.

He would miss her when he went away to school but that is not what he was missing tonight. Tonight, he missed having her to kiss and hold and cuddle. They never did more than heavy petting but tonight that would have been an immense relief. He half convinced himself she might give him a hand job if only she were here.

All evening at work, against his wishes, his mind had wandered back to the feel of his finger rubbing over his asshole. He remembered how it had felt to push it inside his ass, even a little way. As his hands were mindlessly flipping burgers, he had found himself imagining unthinkable acts, not just thinking the unthinkable but pondering the difficulties and ways around them.

He stood for a moment in the quiet kitchen, listening for any hint his mom might be awake, running over and over in his head the idea he had not been able to shake, gross as it was. In one hand, he held his sole purchase at the mall today. He had told himself he had bought the bottle of Jergen’s because the soap at work was killing his hands. It was but he had never bothered with hand lotion in the past. He glanced down at the bag, admitting to himself that he had been mulling this plan for longer than the past few hours.

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