Thanks to all of you who were so encouraging in your emails. As promised, here is part two of my story. I would have liked to have written this sooner, but as you all know, being in college makes my free time to do something like this very limited.
At any rate, if you're just tuning in, these stories chronicle the few encounters I've had over the course of my young life. They're all true and without exaggeration. -----------------------
October, 1999
I did a lot of thinking after the January incident in the men's room at a nearby mall. Was what I did wrong? What did it make me? Was there something wrong with me for liking it? Looking back on it, I was a na‹ve 14 year old probably thrown into a situation that I shouldn't have involved myself with in the first place. However, my curiosity was piqued - were random hookups in the men's restroom a common thing? Would it ever happen to me again? As it turned out, I only had to wait a few short months for my questions to be answered.
I was an almost-15 year old high school sophomore in October of 1999. A Friday night that month found me at a high school dance with a few friends. We were there mainly because another friend of ours was on the dance committee and after he did all the cleanup stuff, we were going back to his house (mansion is more like it, though, since this kid was loaded as shit). Our high school's dances were pretty cheesy and me and my circle of friends avoided them after going to one or two our first year. Regardless, we chilled there for a little, left, and crashed at my friend's place.
The following afternoon after getting up and grabbing a bite to eat we decided to hit up the mall. It was close to where a few of us lived and a few of my friends were easily able to leave from there. However, it was completely out of the way for me. I was going to have to get picked up later at my friend's house, so I was going to be at the mall for a while. My friend wanted to go to the theater and see "The Sixth Sense" as it was playing and he hadn't yet seen it. I didn't mind watching it again, so while my friend went to buy the tickets I went to the bathroom in the food court to take a piss.
The bathroom was a pretty small and busy place. It was very public and definitely NOT the place you'd think any kind of suspicious activity would be going on. However, as I stood at the urinal, I noticed a guy, probably early 20s, at the far left urinal kind of just standing there pretending to pee when he obviously wasn't. We made eye contact and held it for a few seconds. Having finished pissing at this point and not wanting to simply zip up and leave, I made a bold move. Other people were in the bathroom but none were currently at the urinal, so turned around, quickly checked no one was watching me, and slid down the row of urinals until I was right next to him, junk out and everything. I cocked my head to one side and smiled, to which he very seriously gestured to the door and muttered, "follow me."
I really wasn't in the mood to pull some kind of disappearing act from my friend while be bought tickets and didn't want him to worry, so I almost tried to lose the guy in a sea of people while I followed him around the mall. However, one head thought the situation through rather than the other, and I decided that it would be fine to tell a little white lie to my friend and cover up the incident. I continued following the dude until we entered (surprise) a department store men's room. Talk about classy. Anyway, this bathroom was much more quiet and private, so I wasn't nearly was nervous as I would have been if we did something in the food court bathroom.
We stood at the urinals next to each other and pulled out our cocks. I really checked him out at this point. Two things stick out in my mind - his sack was pierced and he was wearing these flip-flops that probably would have been appropriate in July, but not in the frigid October we were having. Regardless, we stood there, jerking off, watching each other's dicks intently. I tried to catch his eye and signal that we should go in the stall and exchange blowjobs, but he was having none of that. He was really shy about even touching my dick at all. Only after I jerked him off for a few seconds did he start to pump mine. However, it wasn't all that great, since he only did it for a few seconds at a time. I did likewise to him.
Luckily, no one came in during our activities. We continued to jerk off when he said the first thing to me since he muttered "follow me." It was "I'm gonna cum."
At this point, I was incredibly horny. I played with his balls while he shot off into my hand and into the urinal. He was completely stone-faced and silent - as if his orgasm had the same effect on him as telling him his shoes were untied. I used his cum on my hand as lube for my cock, since I usually use lube while jerking off and also because it seemed kind of hot to do. Within seconds, I was shooting off into the urinal as well, while he stood next to me watching and slowly jerking himself off.
With the deed done, he zipped up and made his way over to the sink and I followed. He must have been a little OCD because he started to wash his hands furiously. I made sure to wash mine as well, but this guy actually took out a scrub brush and practically started sanding his hands, and he didn't even have anything nasty on them, since his cum went on my hands and he probably jerked me off for a grand total of 25 seconds. Regardless, I finished at the sink, turned around, and exited the bathroom, like nothing even happened.
My friend was running around frantically looking for me. I met up with him back at the ticket counter, where he apparently told me he got the tickets, waited for me to come back, and when I didn't, actually went into the bathroom and called my name a few times. I made up some bullshit story about probably just missing him and then being unable to find my way back to the movie theater as I had hardly ever visited that mall. He bought it just fine, and we went in to watch the movie.
I replayed in my mind over and over again that afternoon and evening what I had done for the second time in my life. The check out, the nod, the walk to the other bathroom, all leading up to a shady, random encounter with a guy that I'll never see again. Did I like it a little too much? Was I becoming addicted? Maybe my life was turning out to be not so innocent after all........
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