By:
Jimmy J
I'm a really shy guy and being
shy, I pretty much kept to myself with only one really good friend. I wasn't
comfortable in social settings so I never really went out on weekends or ever
got invited to parties and such. On top of being shy, I also knew from an early
age that I was gay, which made me feel even more isolated.
I'm an attractive guy, and I work
out, so I have a good build, but approaching someone for sex, let alone another
guy, was out of the question for a shy guy like me. So I was still a virgin
when most of the guys my age had, at the very least, already had blowjobs.
That was something I dreamed
about. Many a night, I masturbated under my sheets, fantasizing about being
given a blowjob or giving one. God, it was thrilling just thinking about what
it would be like, and I wanted to experience it, desperately, but it seemed
like it would always be just a pipe dream and would never happen for me. But
that all changed a week and a half ago.
It was summer vacation. My mom
and dad had gone away for two weeks with friends, and knowing they didn't have
to worry about me throwing any wild parties, they left me home alone.
On the second day that my parents
were away, I had been at my friend's house, just hanging out and drinking some
beer that we stole from his dad's beer fridge, and while walking home, I had to
piss really badly. It was quicker to take a slight detour and use the washroom
in the park than to keep on towards my house.
When I entered the washroom,
there was someone at the only urinal, so I ducked into one of the two stalls,
quickly unzipped, and let the piss flow, stopping myself from sighing in relief
so as not to give the other guy the wrong idea and get myself into trouble.
As I pissed, I turned my head
when I noticed writing on the stall wall. Written on it were the standard
things you've always heard about, like "For a good time, call so and so at
such and such a number," and "Call such and such a number and ask for
so and so if you want your cock sucked," and stuff like that.
I was a bit surprised. I had
never seen writing on the stall walls at the mall before, which was about the
only place I normally found the need to use a public washroom on occasion. I
always thought that the "for a good time call this girl" thing only
happened in the movies and was just a cliché. But what surprised me the most
was that these messages in the men's room were not the names and numbers of
girls, but guys… guys looking for sex with other guys!
Turning to read the other wall,
the same general things were written, but then my eyes came across one that was
quite graphic and to the point. It was written in some short forms but I will
use the full words here. It said:
Good
looking guy with a hot, talented mouth, looking to suck cock and take a hot
load down my throat…will be here this Saturday (June 6) from midnight until 2
a.m. No reciprocation required.
I had long since finished pissing,
and reading that was enough to make my cock grow rock-hard in my hand. With the
other guy now gone, I started stroking myself as I read the other offers for
free sex with strangers. But the one I quoted above was the one that really got
me going, and I kept reading it over and over until I blew my load into the
toilet about a minute later.
As I walked home, not feeling horny
anymore after cumming, I didn't really think too much more about it, but being
a teenager, it wasn't too long before I was horny again. I jerked off again
thinking about what was written and what it would like to be sucked by some
stranger, by another guy, in that washroom.
By the next day, I had decided
that I was going to go to that washroom on Saturday night around midnight.
Getting out at midnight wasn't a problem with my parents away, and the
possibility of getting my very first blowjob was too exciting to risk missing
out on.
Saturday finally came, although
it seemed like the rest of the week just dragged by, and I headed out the door
around 11:45 p.m. to make sure I was there before anyone else who may have read
the note and might show up, too.
My legs were shaking in
excitement as I walked down my street. I had convinced myself that the guy
would be there like he said he would and that this was gonna happen - I was actually,
finally, going to have sex! It might just be a blowjob, but that was still sex
to me!
As I approached the door to the
men's washroom, the butterflies in my stomach intensified and my legs felt like
they were going to give out on me. Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped inside
the washroom, only to find that it was empty. I looked at my watch and saw that
it was still five minutes before midnight, so I held on to the belief that he
would be there and moved into one of the stalls to wait.
As I waited and thought about
what I hoped would happen, I felt my cock grow and get hard inside my pants. As
much as I wanted to whip it out and pound it in my fist, getting it sucked for
the first time kept my hands off of it, so I just sat silently waiting for any
sound of a sexual adventurer.
Looking at my watch, it was now 12:15
a.m., and nothing. A feeling of disappointment came over me as I realized the guy
likely wasn't coming. I was still extremely horny, though, and rock hard, so I decided
I needed to take care of my boner first, right there in the stall, before heading
back home.
I had only been stroking my dick
for a minute at most when there was the sound of the washroom door opening and
then footsteps. I got nervous, with all sorts of thoughts going through my
head: "Was it him?" "Was it just some guy coming to take a piss?"
"Was it the cops?" My nervousness, and that last thought, made my
cock start to soften.
The footsteps went to the urinal
and I could hear a guy pissing. Then, they went to the sink and I heard water
as the guy washed his hands. Then, those footsteps got closer and I saw feet by
my stall, and then watched them move into the stall next to me.