Where it happened: School Bathroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
So, I was talking to this friend of mine. I was just trying to find a boyfriend after I had recently come out. I was still into the whole finding a soulmate idea. My friend introduced me to a black french exchange student named Pierre. We started hanging out at lunch. Remember, I had hardly known this boy for an hour at this point. I said, “I’ll be right back, I have to use the restroom.” Then, he said, “Can I come along? I know of one in the empty building.” The empty building was where the drama and chorus rooms were. We walked over there and I proceeded to use the urinal. All of a sudden, he came up behind me and put his arm around me and whispered, “Can I see?” I became super nervous and took a few steps away. He grabbed my waist, turned me in his arms and kissed me. Then, he quickly and smoothly brought my pants to my knees. At this point, I was readily at attention. When he noticed this, he said, “THAT’S fucking awesome.” (For your information, this is not a lie; I’m over seven in American units.) I was nervous and blood red, fumbling with the phrase, “Can I see yours?” Do you know what he said? “Get it out yourself.” He face was contorted into a twisted grin. Up to this point, this may sound dreamy and romantic, but I assure you, it gets worse. I fell to my knees to see what I was working with, when it popped straight into my eye socket: and it was big. This thing haunts my dreams to this day. “Suck it, boy.” I didn’t need more encouragement than that. I went through the usual awkward elements: too much teeth, choking and gagging. After a while, he told he to move to a stall and sit down on a seat. Eventually, he would return the favor, but not before dancing between first and second base. He was good enough with his mouth, but he was unprepared for when a clump of hormone-driven hair caught between his teeth. When he came up, he brought it right along with him. Pain ensued. I yelped, but he kept on trucking. The rest of that event went unencumbered and the dynamite indeed went boom. In fact, remnants from said explosion remained in his mouth as he came back up for a kiss. “Do you wanna?” “Want to what?” I was thinking, but I had no idea he would be up for what I hoped he was referring to. “Wanna fuck?” “Um, yeah.” We got out the lotion and sorted positions. I was locked and braced, when I heard “This might feel a little weird, but just go with it.” Suddenly, his tongue was making the rounds where the sun don’t shine. I was wiggling around and giggling, but he held me down and told me to keep still. Then, he applied the lotion and got into the motion. Well, he had a little trouble getting it in, but time heals all. He was jerky and it felt as if there was a drunken seal accosting me. After a while, he pulled out, pushed me to my knees, wiped it off and told me to suck it again. I obliged, and he finished in my mouth. Well, that’s misleading. He deluged my mouth. I gagged a LOT from the tidal wave going on in my mouth. We ended up cuddling in that bathroom for the rest of the day.
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