I hesitated as I walked towards the steps.
Somehow I knew, even though I was only just 13, that if I did this it would change things for ever.
I reached the top of the steps, a quick glance round to make sure no one was around, listened for any noises from down below but there was nothing, and started down into the dimly lit, smelly toilets.
There were 6 urinals along one wall and 4 cubicles facing them. A guy was standing at the farthest urinal and he just glanced at me as I entered. He turned back to the urinal and just stood there.
I went to the second one and unzipped my fly, pulliing out my half hard cock. I pointed it at the urinal but didn’t need to pee. I glanced across at the bloke at the far end and he looked round at me, this time keeping his eyes on me like he was waiting to see what I would do. I didn’t really know what to do.
After a minute or so he turned towards me obviously showing me his cock. It was much longer than mine, probably about 7 inches, but not much thicker, and was pretty hard. He stroked it up and down, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head with each stroke, all the time watching for my reaction.
Taking the hint I turned towards him, showing him mine, and following his lead I stroked it up and down, waiting to see what would happen next.
We stood there looking at each other. I was fully hard now at 5 inches, my heart thumping in my chest as I waited for him to make the next move.
He moved over towards me, glancing at the steps to make sure no one was coming down, until he was stood at the urinal right next to me.
“Nice,” was all he said.
He reached over and took hold of me. His hand was hot on my cock as he slowly wanked me. I just stood there and let him, it felt great. It was forbidden, exciting, thrilling. My body was almost quivering with the feel of a man playing with me for the first time.
I guess because I didn’t move and try and push him off or run away, he got bolder. He lent forward and took my cock in his mouth. It felt like an electric shock right through me. He took me right down to the root and I could feel the back of his throat each time he went down, then he pulled back sucking hard.
His hand moved down to fondle my balls, rolling them gently round in his hand while his mouth did the work on my shaft, his fingers round my balls keeping the foreskin back so he could suck and lick the head. I could feel the cum starting to boil up but I didn’t say anything. I just let it happen. I groaned as he sank right down on me again and then erupted into his mouth, pumping like never before. He took it all groaning as he swallowed it all down still sucking to make sure he got every drop.
I stayed rock hard with the excitement of it all.
He stood up and pointed his cock towards me. I knew he wanted me to suck him but I’d never done anything like that before. I felt I had to do something for him.
I took hold of his cock. It was hot and hard yet the skin was soft as I stroked it up and down.
I summoned up my courage and lent forward. Licking the tip I was pleased that it didn’t taste bad, just sort of slightly salty. Getting bolder I took the head in my mouth and started to suck, likcing round the head with my tongue and trying to stick the tip into his pee hole. He was groaning quietly as I took more in my mouth, going down as far as I could until I gagged as it hit the back of my throat. I tried to do what he had done to me, sucking hard on the head then sinking back down as far as I could go.
His hands went to the back of my head and he started to thrust gently into my mouth, pulling my head forwards at the same time. It was uncomfortable and made my stomach lurch each time he hit my throat. His thrusts became more insistent, pushing harder at my throat. I started to get scared as he pushed deeper into me.
“Just relax your throat and let me in,” he whispered. I tried.
I really tried, until he grabbed my head really firmly and pushed his cock hard into my throat. I thought I was going to puke but he pushed it all into my throat so even if I had there was nowhere for it to go.
He held me there for a few seconds then pulled back, letting me get some air, then back again, back to my throat, then pushing hard to get it all in so my lips were against his balls and hair.
A few more of these forced throat intrusions and he pulled back, frantically wanking his cock right in front of my face. “Suck it son,” he muttered. I opened my mouth and he put the head in while still stroking his shaft and with a deep gutteral groan he shot his cum into my mouth.
My throat was so sore from his cock I didn’t even notice his cum hitting me there and I frantically swallowed for all I was worth to stop it leaking from my mouth, as I sucked and sucked.
He pulled his softening cock from my mouth, squeezing out the last drops of cum. I don’t know why but I stuck out my tongue and licked up the last drops straight from the tip.
I was still hard. “Look at you, can’t get enough eh?” He came and stood behind me, taking my cock in his hand and wanking me, gently at first but getting firmer. With his free hand he undid the clasp on my jeans and slid his hand down the back, over my bum, his finger searching out my ring.
He found his goal and rubbed and probed, his finger just entering a little way, wiggling it round and up and down, all the while wanking me, now getting rougher as he wacked me off. I was shaking again, my cock swelled to bigger than it had ever been and I almost yelled as I reached the point of no return, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the urinal and over his hand.
He removed his hand from behind me and shook my cock to get the last drops off, then raised his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.
“That was good son. If you want some more come back here about 7 tomorrow evening and we’ll go to my place to play again.” And with that he zipped up his pants and left, leaving me there with my jeans undone, my cock sore, my throat battered, but feeling more alive than I had ever felt before.
I waited there for a few minutes, trying to get my thoughts in order. That was fantastic, but wrong, I knew that.
Well I had until the next evening to decide if I wanted to do it again. I needed to think this through.
But deep inside I knew I would be back.