Hey everybody! I've been surfing the site quite a bit the past few days taking a look at everybody's kinks and revisiting a few of mine I haven't entertained in a while. Mentally wallowing in my fetishes made me start thinking about some of the past sexual events of my life. I love hearing about other people's fantasies and real life exploits, hopefully some of you will enjoy hearing about mine.

I started at an early age (13). My first experiences were with other males and led to an ongoing affair with my best friend who was one year younger than me. As a matter of fact, I had been sexually active for four years before I had my first sexual encounter with a female. Well, that's not entirely true, but to be fair I really didn't know what we were doing when I had my very first encounter with a girl so things I would have done had I known what I do now were left completely unexplored.

My best friend and I had been sexually active with each other for about a year when I had an experience that has stayed with me my entire life. I lived in a rural area, but not too rural. It was a short bike ride into town on the state highway that ran just a few yards from my home. I'd grown big enough by the age of 14 that nobody questioned my age in a couple of the local convenience stores that sold our favorite magazines (Club, Hustler, and High Society) so every now and then I would ride into town and pick up a couple new magazines for us to peruse with the money we pilfered from here and there. One afternoon while riding back from the store I stopped at an old fashioned rest area on the highway just outside of town. Picture a good sized nicely manicured lawn surrounded on all sides by trees with a few picnic tables, and a path leading from the parking area to an old style well water pump in the middle of the area then splitting off in two directions to the outhouses all the way at the back of the plot of land. I rode my bike to the back of the area to the mens outhouse and dropped it on the ground. I figured while I was sitting there on the throne I'd take a moment to peruse the newly acquired reading material.

While I was sitting there enjoying one of the magazines I didn't realize another person had come up the walkway to the outhouse until the door swung open and I saw a man standing in the doorway. He was an older man, in his 50's, chubby and with white hair so short it was almost stubble. He quickly apologized and closed the door. I figured I'd been busted so before I got into any trouble for having porn magazines I quickly stuffed them back in my duffel bag, wiped my ass and started on my way out of there.

To my surprise, the man was standing outside the door waiting for me. As I went to walk past him he stopped me and asked if I minded if he borrowed one of my magazines for a few minutes. He sensed that I was feeling uncomfortable with being busted and told me he knew I was under 18 and said it was ok with him. I remember admitting my actual age to him and he assured me it was cool and he wasn't going to rat me out or anything like that. The few words we exchanged made me feel pretty comfortable with him so I gave him the bag, he picked one out and disappeared into the outhouse stall. While I was waiting for him to finish and return my magazine I noticed he left the door to the stall halfway open. I took a few steps to the right so I could see around the door into the stall and saw that he wasn't even using the toilet. He was standing there just inside the door with his pants around his ankles stroking his cock to the book he'd just borrowed from me. I'm normally very shy face to face but seeing this old guy who could have been my grandfather stroking his magnificent rod made my mouth water and I knew I wanted to get it on with him. Praying I didn't spook him I stepped far enough over for him to see me and said "Having fun in there?". It didn't take long for me to find out if my boldness was going to pay off or not.

"Why don't you come in here with me?" he asked. He didn't need to ask me twice. I was instantly in the stall with him. "Take your pants off and play with yourself" he said. I wasted no time undoing my jeans and dropping them to the floor. My cock was already hard before I even had the button undone and when it sprang out at him he gasped, like he had just seen the most beautiful thing ever. I started stroking my cock for him, his eyes riveted to me as I played for him, and my eyes to him. The meat he had between his legs made my mouth water and I wanted very badly to drop to my knees and swallow him deep. I figured my boldness had already gotten me this far so I made another bold move. I flat out asked him "Do you want me to give you a blow job?". At first he said no, but I could tell he really meant yes. We stroked for a little longer and I asked him again, do you want me to give you a blow job? His response was a little less convincing this time. So I said to him it's ok, I really want to and I promise you're not going to get into any trouble. It's our secret. He unwrapped his hand from his shaft and put it on the back of my head as he stepped toward me. I dropped to my knees in the dirty outhouse and took him in my hand before wrapping my mouth around him and getting my wish of sucking his beautiful cock.

When he first felt my mouth on him he groaned and pushed my head down deeper on his dick. He told me to keep stroking myself while I blew him. I raised my eyes, my mouth filled with his cock and saw him looking down at me stroking myself while I gobbled his meat. His cock was short, but not too short. Just long enough to comfortably fit all the way to the back of my throat without choking me when I went all the way down on him. It also had a nice girth to it so my mouth felt completely full, but not overfilled. I can't even begin to describe the taste of his skin, but I still have flashbacks to that particular flavor even all these years later. I pulled my dick for him, putting on a show while I completely lost myself in sucking his perfectly proportioned cock. All I could think was "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm here doing this completely nasty, slutty thing!" Unfortunately I got too wrapped up in sucking him and didn't pay enough attention to pacing myself and the next thing I knew I was blowing my load all over the floor. I felt it coming before it actually blew but by the time I realized I was going to shoot it was too late for me to back off and stop it.

So there I was, in a rest area outhouse with a perverted old stranger's cock in my mouth while I milked myself out on the floor at his feet. I came so hard I had to take him out of my mouth while I caught my breath. He voiced his approval of my show and told me he really liked watching me make myself cum. I stroked his cock and played with his balls while he talked to me. He then instructed me to wet my hand with spit and cup his balls while he jerked himself off. With my spit soaked hand massaging his nutsack I knelt on the floor at his feet, my jeans still around my ankles, while he furiously pumped himself. After only a few strokes he said to me "I'm gonna cum, do you want it?" I told him I just wanted to watch him blow, and blow he did. He pointed his cock to the floor and shot like a rocket, his cum hitting the floor, mixing with the sizable puddle I left at his feet. When he finished milking himself dry he said to me we should probably get out of there. As much as I wanted to continue playing with him I agreed it was best we not push our luck. He told me he was going to leave and I should stay there for a few minutes so nothing would look suspicious in case anybody else had happened to stop at the rest area.

I sat down on the toilet while I waited, still not believing what had just happened and already the fantasies were building. I started thinking about what it would have felt like if he had leaned me over the toilet and shoved his cock up my tight ass, which is exactly what I thought about all the way home. For weeks I spent a lot more time than usual riding my bike up and down the highway, watching the rest area for any sign of him. Every moment I was able to steal away for some wank time was spent thinking about either his thick cock pressing into my bowels and shooting me full of filthy old pervert cum or my mouth wrapping around it until he coated the back of my throat. I fantasized about what it would be like to talk him in to taking me home where we could play unfettered. In my fantasies I'd reckoned he was a single man, living by himself in a nice quiet house with no nosy neighbors. I could ride my bike to his house and hide it out of sight, go in and let him have his way with me, fucking my mouth and ass to his heart's content. My deepest desire was to find this sick old fuck again and become his personal fuck toy. Sadly I only ran into him one time after that. I had stopped at the rest area to grab a drink of water from the fountain and use the toilet. As I was leaving I made it half way down the path and looked up to see him walking towards me on his way to the outhouse. We gave each other a knowing nod but I was crushed by the fact I couldn't just turn around and follow him back to the stall because there was a family there having a picnic who would have seen us both going in together. I never saw him again after that. Almost 30 years later I still fondly remember that nameless grandpa and it makes my cock twitch and rise to this day thinking about what happened and fantasizing about what could have been.