This is a true story.
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Peace, D.D.
When I was thirteen, I often hung out at the public outdoor-pool in the summer. The place was always packed, chicks everywhere, and it never took long before my dick got heavy. It had totally grown out of proportion in the past year and even though I liked that I was also very aware that there was no way I could hide a hardon in my trunks any more. So I did what I always did: I showered and then went in to one of the toilet stalls to beat off.
This time, while I was in the middle of working my bone, I suddenly realized that there was a dude checking me out from above. He was standing on the toilet in the stall next to mine, and he had a full view of what I was doing.
I stopped stroking, of course, thinking that he'll go away now that he was found out. But he didn't. He just stood there, staring down at me.
Now, going to the stall straight from the showers, I hadn't grabbed my towel nor my shorts. With nothing to cover myself - and my cock hard as marble - leaving the stall was not an option. Embarrassed and ashamed, I sat there for a minute or so, hoping that my erection would go down.
As I waited, the man could study every inch of my birthday-suit. And he did. My long, smooth legs; my hairless stomach; my small, stiff nipples; my well developed arms; my penis, a boy's but already bigger than many men's - all of it was laid out for his eager looks.
After what felt like an eternity of me trying to think unsexy thoughts and the dude not moving I felt totally confused. I couldn't leave; he wouldn't leave. If this would've happened today I would just have told him to fuck off, but then I was thirteen and he was an adult. I was kind of intimidated by him. Never had I felt so exposed as sitting there, throbbing dick in hand, unable to get away from his eyes. And the more he stared, the harder my bone seemed to get. I didn't understand why.
Mortified, I slowly realized that the only way to get my dick to go down would be to shoot a load. There was no other way, or I'd sit there forever with that man checking me out. So I started stroking again. Reluctantly. It felt so weird having a stranger watch me do it, but I didn't have a choice. To be able to ever leave the stall, I was forced to stimulate my penis to ejaculation in front of this man's prying eyes whether I wanted it or not.
While stroking, I looked up every now and then, and he was still there - saying nothing, just watching. My dick was almost fully grown at that age, well over eight inches, and against my slim body it didn't just look big - but huge. The head and the shaft was all shiny of precum and the veins were popping; the nuts swinging in their sack for every beat. It took probably ten to fifteen minutes for me to cum, because while the man's presence gave me a strange thrill it also made me nervous. I tried to think of some of the chicks I'd just seen by the pool, but all I could concentrate on was his eyes scanning my body and genitals. His vantage point was perfect, I couldn't hide anything from him.
When I finally came, my cock exploded. My whole body began shaking and I leaned back on the commode, shooting all the way up my chest. Afterward, I was in a daze. Dick still throbbing, I just laid there for a few minutes, not even aware if the man was still looking.
When I came to, I discovered there was no toilet paper in the stall and I had to wipe my chest, stomach and dick best I could with my hands. It was messy and embarrassing, but the dude seemed to enjoy watching me try to get clean. My dick stayed rock-hard while I did this and for a second I thought I would be forced to shoot another load to make it go down. But I waited and waited, and eventually it began to go limp.
When I left the stall it was still swollen, swinging like a heavy pendulum between my thighs as I walked through the shower room. It must have been pretty obvious for everyone what I'd just done on the can, but there was nothing I could do about it. The man came out of his stall soon after and continued watching me as I showered. The fact that he again stared me down when I couldn't get away kind of sent shivers down my spine and made the blood rapidly pump towards my cock. I hurried up, put my trunks on and wrapped a towel around me.
The strange thrill of being exposed against my will has stayed with me ever since. I've felt it in the Army's communal showers, during doctors' visits and even while being strip-searched after an arrest. It's humiliating and embarrassing, but it makes my cock grow heavy every time.