“Follow me”
My heart raced as I read the note that had been passed beneath the cubicle door...
I had been loitering in the public toilets again, reading a copy of “fiesta” and fantasising over the readers letters, when a foot appeared under the dividing wall. The, by now, familiar game of footsy ended with the above command.
I heard the door next to mine being unlocked and, after a moments hesitation, footsteps leading away to the exit door.
Dare I follow? God yes.
I was trembling with the adrenaline coursing through my system. What if it was someone who knew me? The shame would kill me.
I rose and gently opened my door.
Standing at the exit was a middle aged man. Nondescript. I recognised his trainers.
He nodded to me and walked out.
Keeping my head down, and a safe distance, I followed.
He headed right, away from the town centre towards a wooded pathway behind Stirling castle called the “back walk”
There are street lights now, but back then it was dark. He hesitated as the pavement went from lit to dim and checked over his shoulder.
Seeing I was still following, he progressed into the gloom. It was more difficult to see where he had gone as I stumbled after him for a few hundred meters or so until, from the darkness I could see a silhouette standing facing away from me on the path.
We both knew why we were here, but I needed a sign. Nerves were overcoming my will and I was ready to flee when he turned around and it became clear he was wanking.
“Come here”
I obeyed. My hand,shaking with excitement, reached out to touch his hard cock. It was hot on a cold night and I began to stroke him.
He grunted his approval and reached between my legs, grabbing my cock firmly.
“I knew you wanted it” he stated, at my obvious arousal, and undid my trousers,dropping them to the ground, my pants to follow.
He fell to his knees and guided me into his hot,wet mouth. It was exquisite, I was on a hair trigger and soooo close to cumming when he got up, pointed his cock at me and said “now your turn”
Panic overcame me, if I hadn’t had my clothes round my ankles I think I would have run.
Wanking was fine, being sucked was awesome, but sucking was to be the giver, the feminine role, the GAY,and I wasn’t gay! I got excited by reading straight porn and with pictures of naked women, that’s not gay is it???
My confusion stalled me until , in a firm voice I heard him order..”suck it...now”
As my head was thinking, my body took over and dropped to its knees with its mouth open!
He pushed the head of his cock over my lips and I tasted my first man. He wasn’t unpleasant, it was the musky smell of his pubic area that I remember. I grasped the base of his manhood and started to move my head back and forth, mirroring what had felt so good to me. What I was doing must have been effective for, after a short time, he grabbed the back of my head and pumped fast, my nose was banging against his pubic bone when he let out a growl and I felt my mouth filling with hot liquid.
Oh my god, he had cum in my mouth.
I retreated and spat it out, retching with violation and disgust.
He didn’t care. Just zipped up and walked away. “Good girl” we’re his parting words.
Is that what I am? A good girl? Naked from the waist down, kneeling in the dark with the taste of cum in my mouth...maybe he’s right,
My painful erection suggested he was! |
