The second man who ever fucked me did it in a restroom. He was not my second time getting fucked, but he was the second man to ever enter my ass. It was still the summer of my thirteenth year and I had only recently lost my cherry (something I have yet to write about). I had already started what would turn into a fairly long career of taking loads in a bathroom at the library. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will recall this as the bathroom where I first sucked off my mentor, Paul. There was a steady flow of guys cruising that bathroom who were more than happy to drop a load down an eager boy's throat, and I enjoyed the attentions I got from them. The dynamic there was very interesting. They knew that the spot was a good place so they kept it as discrete as they could and always looked out for me. They loved having me suck them off and did not want anything bad to scare me away. Eventually I was scared away to the point that I have never stepped a foot in that library again, but that is another story.
When I walked into the restroom that day there were two guys already inside playing with each other. One of them was a guy who I considered a "regular," someone who I could usually count on to be there if I came at a certain time and who was more than willing to give me a load. I had a few bathroom regulars there, some who even knew me by my name, when they shared theirs. If this guy gave me his name, I don't remember it, but I do remember he was one of the more protective of the guys I would suck off, one of the ones who would help block shady guys from getting their turn. Sadly there were plenty of guys who would have hurt me or done bad things to me there, thinking nothing of it, had there not been a few men who would stop them.
I was crouched down sucking the two guys off with my shorts open and my own cock hanging out when a third man walked in. Most of the men I serviced in that bathroom were either older men who had time to kill or college kids needing some relief. I got the odd business man, but most businesses were too far away for the library to be a good spot for them, and I was usually there at an off time for that kind of guy anyway. This new man was dressed nicely and looked the part of a business man. He either gave of some kind of raw, sexual force or I imagined he did because I got very excited when he walked over and joined the other two in getting sucked by me. What I remember most about him was his big fuzzy mustache and how what would seem goofy on another face, on him just seemed perfect.
He was new to me and I was focusing more on his cock than the other two, though I gave those guys a turn as well. This guy was handsy, rubbing my shoulders, my head, my back. Eventually his hands found their way down into the back of my shorts, grabbing my ass. He started reaching for my hole with a finger while I sucked one of the other guys off. I had never been fucked in the bathroom before, I figured it was too risky and most of the guys just wanted a quick cum anyway. But when his big hands pawed at me, I moved a bit to give him access.
"This one doesn't get fucked," the regular guy said.
"Are you sure?" the man asked, poking around my hole, "It feels like he does." And it was true, in a way. That morning I had lubed up a makeshift dildo I had created from a toothbrush travel case and fucked myself with it after a shower (something I did a lot back then) and there was still some lube around my hole.
"It's OK," I said to the room, "He can fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
I got on all fours and the man started poking his spit into my ass quickly while the regular watched. The other guy got down in front of me and he ended up shooting his load in my mouth soon after, before the business guy entered me. He stood up and watched though, instead of leaving, as his cock pressed against me and then entered. There wasn't much lube and I hadn't been dry fucked yet, so the sharp pain caused me to his and inhale quickly, but I knew better than to shout out. The man pressed forward, unrelenting, pushing me down to the floor.
My cheek was pressed to the hard tile and he propped himself up on my shoulders, pushing me down as if to push me through. He started driving in and out quickly, both of us grunting, though my grunts were tinged with pain. The regular and the other guy were giving me encouraging comments and egging the guy on, telling him to shoot in me. I felt my hard cock getting mashed to the tile and the cold pressing matched with his humping caused me to start shooting over myself and the floor. The business man came shortly after, filling me up with his load and pushing deeply in, pressing his head to my back.
He tried to pull out quickly but I grabbed him and made him move slowly. My hole was throbbing, still confused by the pain of the rough fuck but feeling a bit more used to the size. When he finally pulled out, it was a quick wash up and then he was gone, the guy who I had already swallowed following. The regular stood in front of me with his cock hard in my face. "I'd love to fuck you," he said, "But I know you're hurting."
I sucked him off and he shot a load quickly, and I swallowed it. Finally I was able to stand and pull my shorts back up correctly. My ass was hurting so I decided against waiting for more guys to come to the bathroom and just left the library.