A story that is a little rough, especially coming from me, so take that into account as you begin. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts if so inspired.
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The smell wasn't so bad.
I remember thinking that as I stood at the urinal of the bus station, and that was an indication that I had been spending way too much time in the men's room because I was getting used to the stench of the place.
This was the latest in what was a couple of dozen trips into this vile place, each time following a man in who appealed to me in hopes that when I got in there the man would be standing there at the long though urinal relieving himself.
It wasn't the peeing that turned me on. It was the sight of a man's cock I craved, and this bus station's bathroom was ideal for this perverted pecker checking game I felt I was inventing. With no partitions it was a clear view from end to end.
A lot of guys were like me at the urinal, hiding themselves from view as they did their business, but there were the other guys who simply let it hang out for all to see. Those were the guys I loved to look at, because they invariably were the ones with no need to hide what they were blessed with.
As I was doing the toilet reconnaissance I felt embarrassed, knowing this was no way for an 18 year old to act. I should have been with people my own age doing things that guys do instead of hanging around a public restroom looking at dicks.
The problem was that I didn't really connect with my generation. I was too square and had no desire to smoke dope and listening to the Grateful Dead. My ideal night would be spent listening to Frank Sinatra and enjoying the company of a guy 40 or so years older than me.
The couple of times I had been with guys my age were lousy. They hadn't been as kind and understanding as the two older gentlemen who had taken me under their wing, so to speak. They hadn't cared that I wasn't very good looking and was certainly not well endowed by any stretch of the imagination.
So that's what I was looking for that night, following every man who was more than twice my age into the toilet, hoping to meet - who? Daddy? I don't know. All I knew was if I wasn't here I would be home with Mom, alone and lonely. Here I had a chance but it was getting late and I was starting to give up hope, not to mention the fact that if they had security in the bus station they would have to notice that I was in the bathroom every five minutes.
Then a man old enough to be my grandfather headed for the men's room, with me in hot pursuit. I turned into the room and headed for the urinal only to watch the old guy just go to the sink and watch his hands.
Dutifully I stood at the trough with my dick in hand, pretending to pee while reading the graffiti that I had practically memorized by then, and after the other man left I was just about ready to zip up and go back out to the waiting area when I heard footsteps behind me.
This new arrival not only came up to the urinal but he stood really close to be, especially when you consider that the urinal was probably eight feet long and we were the only ones there. He was so close that I could feel the heat from his body as he took his cock out.
Omigod. What he pulled out was a thing of beauty, and after I looked down at the long thick uncut snake that he allowed to hang out unsupervised, I glanced up to see who it was attached to. John Wayne.
Not actually John Wayne of course, but the man had the brawny Marlboro man look to him. About 6'4" and over 200 pounds and probably around 50, with biceps that looked ready to tear the snug sleeves of the black t-shirt he was wearing that they were encased in. Big muscular hairy arms that could crush me if he wanted to, and a thick 5 o'clock shadow growing out of a ruggedly handsome face.
"Like what you see?" the man asked, his voice sounding exactly the way you would expect coming from a man like that, and he reached down and wiggled that huge cock around for my benefit and stretched it out like it was elastic.
The chill that went down my spine as I watched him manipulate his over-sized manhood was certainly not from the temperature of the muggy room. Neither of us were peeing but only one of us had an erection. I was trying to hide it but that plan went away when the man leaned over and looked at what I trying to shield.
He laughed - snorted actually - apparently amused either by the fact that I had a boner or by the pathetic size of my dick even when fully erect like it was. I was so excited that I didn't care, and I was just about to cum simply from lightly rubbing my boner while staring at the stranger's cock that I hardly heard him when he spoke again.
"Got something else to show you kid," he said, and that's when I looked up and saw what he was holding now instead of his cock.
A wallet, and when he flipped it open I saw the badge inside a second before I got thrown up against the wall.
***
He let me put my dick away before he frisked me, his hands rough and groping hard while he checked me for weapons in every part of me, and then he asked me if I would rather walk out of the station with or without cuffs.
"You make one move I don't like and you're a dead man," he told me as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and guided me out of the bathroom and through the station.
Outside, he led me to the rear of the station, away from the sight of others, and after he pushed me against the grimy wall he gave me my options.
"Usually with pervs like you I take you to the station and let your parents pick you up and deal with you," he said. "They won't put little kids in jail, although I think a night locked up wuith a pack of them horny fuckers might straighten you out."
"Then again, you might like that. Think your daddy is going to like it when he hears how you spend your time?"
"My father - he's gone," I sniffed.
"Mama's boy, huh? It figures. How the fuck old are you?"
"18."
"Bullshit. No, really."
"18. I swear."
"In that case, you don't get the kid glove treatment. You get arrested and locked up. Mommy can come down to jail and pick up her little fruit."
"Please don't."
"Either that or I could give you some punishment of my own. Something you wouldn't get in court," the cop said as he slammed his massive fist into in his palm. "I could say you resisted arrest. Ever get your ass really kicked?"
"Please," I cried a second before he grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and lifted me off the ground and back against the wall.
"Don't cry," he snarled. "I don't like the tears. I do like the sissy part through. Want to be my bitch?"
"I just want to go home. I'll never come back down here. I swear."
"If another tear comes down that cheek I'm going to really lose it," he snapped, and I nodded as he let my feet back down to the ground.
"We're going to take a little walk, you and me," he said as he led me away from the station, not into a patrol car but down the street into a nasty neighborhood.
***
I thought the block we were in was a row of abandoned houses, but sadly enough there were people living in some of them judging back the lights in a couple of windows that didn't have boards over them. The cop either pushed his way inside a basement or the door just stuck. Either way the door slammed open and I was brought into a very sparsely and shabbily furnished apartment.
