The single most exciting experience of my life happened when I least expected it, and lasted little longer than a few minutes, but I will never forget what happened.
I was at a shopping mall, a big local place with plenty of boys
around. I usually spent a minute longer than I needed to at the
urinals, glancing around if a cute boy came in, hoping to see something
if he peed near me.
This particular afternoon, though, I wasn't even thinking about boys.
I'd just spent a frustrating few hours looking for a birthday present
for my sister, coming away empty handed. I was just about to catch the
bus home and decided to take a quick leak before the journey, knowing
it was likely to be a while before I got home.
I was paying full attention to what I was doing, so it took me a little
while before I realised that the lad who had been at the urinals in the
far opposite corner when I had arrived was still there. I glanced
around, and could only see one side of him, and no sign of his package.
It was a shame, I thought, because he looked quite attractive, and
about the right age at 11 or 12.
I looked back to what I was doing and realised I was about done. I
don't know why, but I immediately felt the need to look back at the
boy, turning slightly as I did so. The boy was looking my way, but our
eyes didn't meet straight away - he was looking at my crotch! I'd had a
couple of boys looking at my dick in the past, but they were usually
much younger, interested just out of curiosity than any actual intent.
But this was a proper stare, and when the boy realised I was looking he
flicked his gaze up to meet mine - there was no hint of embarrassment
there. That was something new, too - most boys immediately blushed when
caught looking, but this scamp just gave me a devilish look, and a
lopsided grin.
When I glanced down, I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart started to
race uncontrollably, and sweat broke out on my skin - the little tyke
was hard, and showing me! He was wearing tracksuit bottoms which were
hooked underneath his sack, and his t-shirt was held up by the spike of
his dick, sticking out as though it were the most ordinary thing in the
world. I stared long and hard, the moment feeling as though it
stretched for hours, though in reality the look I got only lasted a
couple of seconds.
The boy flicked his trousers back into place and dropped the t-shirt
down, giving me a sly look as he walked passed and out to the area with
the wash basins and the stalls. I couldn't bear the thought that this
was going to be my last look at the boy, so I followed him out to the
basins. But he didn't stop to wash his hands, just carried right on
past to the stalls. In hindsight I should have realised what was going
on even before he turned to me and smiled, beckoning with his head
whilst standing in the doorway of one of the stalls.
I finally twigged, and like an obedient, excited puppy followed him
into the stall. It was cramped in there, and as we manoeuvred around I
could smell him, a wonderful mix of the wax on his soft hair and the
unmistakeable smell of 'boy'. Somehow I knew what was coming next, and
sat straight down on the seat.
The boy wasn't hanging around, yanking his trousers and pants down to
mid thigh and lifting up his t-shirt. I got my first really good view
of his raging hard dick, and what a sight it was. He was about three
and a half to four inches long, and nicely proportioned, slightly
thicker than I remembered myself at that age. His uncut skin covered
his head even though he was as hard as he could get, and the tip of it
was slightly pink. Underneath, his tight ball sack was wrinkled and
slightly darker than the rest of his skin, a sign he was starting along
the road to manhood. On his crotch, though, there was not a hair in
sight, just beautiful, unblemished flesh.
There was a moment when I just stared at his boyhood, taking it in,
watching it jerk with his pulse, seeing the little ridge that ran down
its underside and over his balls, smelling the slightly musty smell of
it. But it was only a moment before I acted, plunging the little tool
into my mouth, devouring the thing to its root in one movement,
delighting in the plumpness of it on my tongue and the smoothness of
its taut skin on my lips.
I only had to bob up and down a couple of times before the boy took
over, pumping my face. My hands, with little else to do, found their
way to his bum cheeks, holding the soft flesh for a moment before, with
an irritated grunt, the boy pushed them away. His hands, which had been
idly holding up his t-shirt, now rested on my head, and he went to work
in earnest, pumping in and out, his soft belly making an obscene
slapping noise against my forehead at the extent of his thrust. I
risked my hands on his bum again, and this time he seemed less
bothered, allowing them to remain there as he fucked my face.
It was clear he wasn't going to last long at that pace, and just a
couple of minutes later I noticed a high-pitched little moan escaping
his lips on each forward thrust. What seemed like only seconds later he
was ramming my face against his crotch, holding it in place as his tool
jumped and bucked in my mouth. I could feel his cheeks going rock hard
and quivering in my hands, before softening as he drew back. He must
have been holding his breath as he came, because suddenly it was
released in one loud sigh.
Now that his pleasure had been achieved the boy grabbed his trousers
and pants, pulling them roughly up over his still half hard penis, and
exited the cubicle without bothering to check if there was anyone
outside. Thankfully there wasn't, and I closed and locked the door,
sitting back and wondering how I was going to deal with the mess in my
boxers. I had come without even touching myself.