He got in on the driver’s side and then reached across and opened the passenger door for me. Then he smiled at me and said, “Follow me.” He walked up the ramps towards the parking area and walked over to a big creamy colored car. My mouth was dry and my heart was racing by this time and I said quietly, “Anything you want.” He smiled, leaned toward me and whispered, “What do you want to do?” He looked me up and down and asked, “Well what are you doing here?”Īll I could think to say was, “I’m waiting for you?” I didn’t care because I really liked the thought of an older man using me. He had a big belly that hung over his belt. He had some hair around the sides of his head but was bald on top. I turned and saw a man in a shirt, tie and brown slacks holding a brown briefcase. Then a man spoke to me asking, “Are you waiting on someone to come out?” Plenty guys went in and out of the restroom, some of them giving me a good look over and some even going passed me a few times.Īfter about twenty minutes I figured he wasn’t going to show so I was considering going into the restroom to jack-off while reading the messages on the stall walls. Then I stood outside the restroom door looking around for a man in brown pants. I got there a couple of minutes early and had a quick look to see if anyone fitting the description was around. My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard at the thought of finally getting my first cock.
Anyway I left school around lunch time and caught a bus into town. I figured he would be quite old because no one young would dress that way. I saw one where a man had written to wait outside the restroom around one o’clock on weekdays and he would be there wearing brown slacks and a shirt and tie. I used to go into stalls and read messages written on the walls. Then I started hanging around the men’s restrooms in the bus station downtown. When I was eighteen, I asked a few drunken men to show me their cock and mostly got told to fuck off.