Looking back over the course of my young life (and I do stress young. I'm 19 next month), I never thought anything of the few encounters that I had. Never did it enter into my mind that what I did was dangerous, illegal, or in any way wrong. I knew it was risky - hell, there were quite a few poor judgment calls on my part. But I did it anyway. I guess I can make some sort of justification in saying that "I was just horny" or something to that effect. What I'm going to write is for myself and for you.but mostly, it's my way of figuring out who I am.or who I was, I really don't know. Everything is true, and there are no exaggerations. Enjoy.
Late January 1999
January is the month of gift-returning, and that's exactly what we were doing in the mall that day. Here I was, a freshman in high school, having just turned 14 two months prior, walking around a department store with my mom, dad, and grandmother. Since I'm an only child, things often worked out that way when I was younger. But at 14, I think I would have rather had a hole in my head than be with everyone like that. At any rate, we were near the men's bathroom when the inevitable happened.some guy, early 20s, passed by and was obviously checking me out. He looked back at me, gestured toward the bathroom, and continued walking toward it.
I stood there.next to my father, mind you.with mixed emotions. Being young, I didn't realize what would happen should I go in. But a mixture of curiosity and nervousness set my mind and legs in motion. I uttered a low, "I'm going to the bathroom" and went in.
There was the guy, obviously faking a piss, probably jumping for joy that I walked in. I took the urinal next to him, zipped down, and also faked my own piss.while half hard and without any need to go whatsoever. I backed up cautiously to see what his response would be. No sooner did I do that did he tentatively take his hand and place it onto my cock, slowly jacking me off. He looked up at me, saw that I wasn't stopping him.and sank to his knees, right there in the center of the bathroom. Some guy was using one of the stalls, and someone could have walked in at any moment. But nevertheless, my first blowjob was happening right there.
After a few moments of ecstasy, I suggested we moved to the "safer" area - the stall. But he persisted, until the bathroom door opened (thankfully, it was a double door and we heard it) and my father popped his head in, asking if I was ok.at this point I was pretending to piss so he didn't catch on, and I quietly responded with a "yeah, be right out" before he left. Once he did, however, instead of being normal and getting the hell out of there, I wanted to finish. So, I moved to the stall, the guy followed me, and we continued. He asked me if we could go someplace else.as if the men s bathroom in a department store wasn't the classiest place to get head. I told him no, thinking to my awaiting parents beyond the set of doors.
The blowjob finished in silence. The guy's rhythm was steady.up down, up down. At one point he told me to sit down on the toilet, but I wouldn't have any of that. I was nervous as hell and wanted to get out as soon as possible. After a few more seconds, he started to rub my ass, squeeze my balls.and then I went over the edge. I quietly said that I was going to cum (remember, there was another guy in the far left stall), and started to shoot right into his mouth. He continued till I forced him to stop, stood up, swallowed, and looked me in the eye and smiled. I gave him a weak one back, went to the sink, washed my hands, and walked out.
My parents met me outside the bathroom. I was absolutely mortified, but not freaking out. My dad suggested we all go out to dinner, which is what we did. I decided that there was nothing wrong with what happened, just as long as I wasn't so risky should it happen again.
That night, and on many other occasions, I jerked off thinking about it. After all, it wasn't so complicated - I was horny and got a BJ. The deed was done, and as far as I was concerned, I remained just an innocent kid.
What do you think? Should I continue? Comments are welcome. By the way, don't post this on other sites without my permission. My email is: MoonShadow1184@hotmail.com.