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.
As excited as I had been about
going there, now I was nervous as hell, even a bit scared, because I didn't
know if it was him or if something else was going on. It was after midnight,
after all, and I was in a park, which wasn't the safest place to be at that
hour and to top it off, I was stroking my dick, too. Anything could be
happening, and I didn't want to get caught by the cops. As much as I wanted to
pull up my pants and take off out of there, my nervousness and fear wouldn't
let me make myself move.
I was practically holding my
breath, almost as if trying to make my presence unknown, even though,
logically, I knew that was ridiculous. He could obviously see my feet and knew
someone was in the other stall. It was silent in his stall for a moment, too, but
then there was the sound of a belt being unbuckled, pants and underwear sliding
down, and the quiet thud as an ass landed on the toilet seat.
I literally jumped a bit when the
guy tapped his foot a few times. He repeated it, pausing and then doing it yet
again. Ok, obviously the guy took a piss at the urinal and then realized he
needed to take a shit, and is now tapping his foot to some song in his head as
he takes care of business.
I felt more relaxed now and stood
from the toilet to pull up my pants to leave so the guy could take a dump in
private.
But, before I could even bend
down and grab my pants, the guy tapped his foot again and whispered, "Hey
buddy, you here looking for some mouth action?" He then tapped his foot
again.
(Later I would learn, through
looking it up online, that foot-tapping in the stall of a men's room means the
guy in that stall is looking for cock action…which I'm sure most of you already
knew, but hey, I was a virgin, and innocent to men's room cruising, so how
would I know?)
I couldn't believe it was really
happening after all, and all I could manage as a response was a quiet, almost
whispered inaudible sound.
Instead of asking me what I said
or asking the question again, the guy said, "If you want to get it sucked,
just stick it under the stall."
I was still nervous, only now
from excitement, and I had no problem making myself move this time. As soon as
he uttered the last word, I was facing that stall wall and dropping to my
knees.
I shuffled my knees forward so
that they were under the stall slightly, put my hands behind me, and rested my
ass on my heels, making my semi-erect cock jut underneath the stall, totally
vulnerable to the guy on the other side as I waited in thrilling anticipation.
The guy immediately wrapped his
hand around my shaft. It felt different than my own. His hand was dry and
rough. I was hard now, from his touch, and could feel pre-cum ooze out as the
guy put a firm grip on my dick and squeezed it tightly. He then began to stroke
it roughly.
I was just getting into it when
he took his hand away. But then I felt something warm and moist on my cockhead.
It was the guy's tongue and he was licking my cockhead. Someone was actually
fuckin' licking my cockhead! Oh god, it felt so good, and I groaned out loud.
Then his tongue slipped lower and
he started to lick down the length of my dick shaft. It was incredible! Next, I
felt his tongue slithering all over my balls, and then he popped them both in
his mouth and rolled them around. My fantasies never even came close to how it
actually felt for real, and he hadn't even sucked it yet!
My balls fell from his mouth with
a popping sound, and then he ran the tip of his tongue back up the length of my
shaft right to the head, before touching the tip of it with his lips. I started
to shake in excitement as his mouth slid right over the head, and I nearly toppled
backward when he kept going and started taking my shaft into his mouth and down
his throat.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my
god," I moaned as my entire body trembled. I liked this blowjob thing a
lot! It was fucking amazing, and I can't even begin to describe just how
amazing it felt…but I'm sure most of you guys reading this have had your cock
sucked and know exactly what it feels like, and just how good that first one
felt.
The harder he sucked, the louder
I moaned and cursed out loud, and the harder my dick became. It was bulging,
aching, but in a good way. Lost in the moment, I reached for my balls and
rubbed them softly, barely hearing his warning me not to be so loud. But I did
hear and quieted down the best I could.
The guy sucked and sucked for
what seemed like forever, but after what was, in reality, probably only two
minutes at most, my cum began to erupt into the guy's mouth. It seemed to have
just started shooting without any warning and the guy gulped it all down and
just kept sucking.
It always felt really good when I
came, but that load felt ten times better than any I had shot with my hand. My
dick was more sensitive too, and my body wiggled and quivered as he sucked on
it as it slowly went soft.
Once it was soft, he let it slip
from his mouth. "Feel good, buddy," I heard him whisper as I
continued to kneel there catching my breath.
"Oh fuck, yes. So much
better than I ever imagined it would be like," I replied.
"What do you mean…was that
your first blowjob?"
"Yeah," I panted.
"Hot," the guy replied,
and I heard his belt buckle rattling and knew he was grabbing his pants to pull
them up.
"Hey, can I suck on yours,
too?" I asked.
"You ever sucked a dick
before?"
"No," I replied, "But
I really want to."
I heard some quiet laughter. "That's
ok, buddy. I'm probably a little bit too big for a first-timer like you."
"Can I at least try, just to
see what a cock feels like in my mouth?"
"Sorry, man. I'm married,
and as weird as this may sound, I feel it is unfair to my wife to go around and
let guys suck on my rod when it goes in her mouth, too. But I like to suck and
she can't give me that, so all I do is suck guys and never receive."
I really wanted to try sucking
cock, but if he didn't want a blowjob, I at least wanted to get a look at it, so
I said, "Well, can I see it? I've only ever seen them in porn and never
the real thing. I'd really like to see another guy's hard cock, especially a
huge one."
"Ok, I can show it to you,
no problem. Stay on your knees and move back a bit. I'll show you under the
stall. But don't you fucking try to suck it."
"I won't," I said as I
moved back quickly and watched earnestly for the guy's cock to come into view.
The guy let his pants drop back
down and then dropped to his knees and stuck his cock under the stall divider.
It was soft but really long, a hell of a lot longer than mine when soft. It
actually looked about as big soft as mine was at its hard length of 6 inches.
"Wow, soft you hang about as
long as I do hard," I said. "How big does it get hard?"
"Why don't you stroke it for
me and see for yourself," the guy said.
"Yeah?" I said. "You
mean you don't let guys suck your dick, but you don't mind guys touching and
stroking it?"
"Yeah, I told you it might
seem weird to you, but those are the rules I play by with guys. But touching it
is not the same as sucking it. Oh, and neither is a hand job, so once it gets
hard, you can keep pumping it until it spits, if you want to."
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, I don't normally do
this, but you've got me really horny after telling me that I sucked your virgin
cock. But, if you don't want to, you don't…"
"I want to!" I
interrupted excitedly and grabbed his cock in my hand.
I could feel it swell and grow as
I squeezed it in the way he had squeezed mine, and then I started slowly
stroking it.
It got rock-solid pretty quickly,
and although I wasn't very good at estimating size, I could tell that it was
quite a bit longer than mine. If pressed, I'd say maybe two inches longer.
Two inches difference is a lot
when it comes to dick size, but what amazed me and made it look so abnormally
big was how thick it was.
As I pumped that big dick under
the stall, the guy's breath became heavier and quiet moans filled the air.
Pre-cum oozed out and I wiped it off on the finger of my other hand and tasted
it. It tasted much the same as my own.
Suddenly the guy began to gently
thrust his cock in my hand as I stroked, and then he made a little cry and then
began to whimper in relief as his cum left his dick and he spunked all over the
floor.
When his cock stopped spurting,
he moved back, slipping it out of my hand, and stood up. As I stood myself, I
could hear his belt buckle rattling. By the time I got to my feet he was
opening his stall door, and before I could even thank him for giving me my
first blowjob and letting me get my hands on my first cock, he was gone.
I jerked off another load into
the toilet before heading home.
I slept well that night and
jerked off another load when I woke up thinking about how that blowjob had
felt, and how I wanted to get my cock sucked again. Hell, I wanted to get it
sucked all the time!
But, I also wanted to try sucking
my first cock, too. So I went back to that washroom that night, and the one
after that, looking for the opportunity. I haven't had any luck so far, though.
I even did the foot-tapping thing the odd time a guy would come in, but
nothing.
Unsuccessful and frustrated, I
decided that there was only one way to make it happen. I was going to have to
write my own note on the stall wall to get what I wanted, and the weekend
coming up was the last one before my parents returned home, making it
impossible for me to get out of the house late at night after that. So, I went
home, grabbed a magic marker, headed back to the washroom in the park, and
wrote the following:
Looking
to suck my first cock and swallow my first load, too. If you are into
using/training a virgin mouth, meet me here on Friday, June 19th at midnight
and feed me cock…will stick around until 2 am!
I just wrote that yesterday and
Friday is still three long days away! Hopefully, before that night is over, I
will have sucked my first cock!
Awww lucky, so did anyone ever showed up
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