Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2021 22:15:53 +0000 From: Cck Sckr Subject: Did I Just Blow My Dad? Part 1 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** I'd love to hear any feedback or comments on the story. Shoot me a message about thoughts or critiques! Any feedback is good feedback, right? *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different typed of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------- Twenty minutes after rugby practice, I'm on my way home from school. As I'm in my final year, I just decided to walk home in my slightly muddy rugby kit, public showers at my school very much weren't a thing. Not that I'm complaining. As a 6'5" 16 year old, the thought of being naked and showering in front of my class mates and team mates sounds like everything nightmares are made of. Anyway, I'm walking through the park to get home, sweat finally drying from the harsh early summer sun. It wasn't until I clocked the public toilets that I realised my bladder was fit to bursting. So naturally, I made a beeline straight for the toilets to relieve the dull ache. Upon entering, the stench of stale piss overwhelmed me slightly. But it couldn't detract from the task at hand. I looked over at the urinals but headed instinctively into one of the stalls. It's not that I don't mind using the urinals, I just... Well. I'm not the most comfortable with my body. Being so tall, there's an expectation that things are in proportion. It's not that I'm undersized or anything, but at 5.5 inches on a frame my size, it looks way tinier than it is, and I'd rather not deal with the smirks from guys when they clock it. I closed the door behind me, unzipped and fished myself out of my boxer briefs and relaxed into a steady flow. It was then that my eyes drifted over to the typical scrawl on the walls. "Call this number for a good time" and so on... until a carved hole in the wall. I don't typically use many public bathrooms so I was confused as to why there'd be a hole carved into place like this. I looked at the hole confused until I was almost done pissing. I was relaxing myself in order to get those final drips out and give myself a good shake. That was when I heard a tap. I stopped on the second shake for a moment. I hadn't heard anyone else come in, so I didn't think more about it. I gave myself a final shake and then heard another tap. Twice this time. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin. At the hole in the wall was a mouth, some dark stubble around his jaw. His mouth was open and licking his lips. As I'd turned around my cock was just a few inches away from his face. "Gimme that cock, kid" he whispered hoarsely. There was an intense tone of need in his voice. My mind went blank. What did he mean? Why would he want my cock? How would he even want my cock? "Come on kid, come closer!" I was like a deer in headlights at that point. My brain working on autopilot. I took half a step forward so that I was almost in full contact with the wall. At that moment, my dick was suddenly enveloped in a wet warmth that I couldn't describe. Other than rugby, where I've got a good build to play, I pretty much keep to myself and haven't ever done anything with anyone else before, not even kissed a girl yet. To have a stranger's mouth on my rapidly hardened dick was overwhelming. I heard grunts from the other side of the wall while my head leant on the divider. Every time his tongue rubbed up against the bottom of my dickhead, I instinctively flexed. I was harder than I'd ever felt before. I couldn't unclench my muscles. Every suck and slurp was bringing me closer. It can't have been more than a minute. My hands gripped the top of the divider and I felt like I was clenching it so hard I was gonna break it in two. Every nerve in my body was on fire and begging for release. The guy on the other side of the wall must have sensed how close I was to popping off, and doubled up his speed. Without even realising it, I grunted at the top of my voice. My balls had contracted and my load was shooting through my dick into the stranger's mouth. My dick felt better than anything else that I'd ever done to myself before. My knees buckled and my dick slipped from the amazing mouth. I slid down the wall and leaned against the opposite wall, breathing deeply like I'd just played a full 80 minutes. "Damn kid, you were hot to trot. Tasty fuckin' load though." He'd stood up and I could see his jeans undone and he was jacking his dick furiously. "You wanna repay the favour?" Did he actually just ask me to suck him off? A million thoughts ran through my head all at the same time. I couldn't suck him off! I'm not gay! I did just let him suck me off though... But I don't wanna feel another guy blow off in my mouth. I don't even like the taste of my own cum, never mind anyone else's. "Don't worry kid, I'm almost there" he grunted. Through the hole in the wall, I could see him pumping his dick as hard as he could before he gave a soft grunt and 4 thick ropes of jizz flew out of his piece. I was just in a daze. I'd only come in here to take a leak and now i've had my first blowjob, from a stranger whose face I've not even seen, and watched him blow his own load. Post nut clarity started come into effect. Everything in my body was telling me to get out of there. "You alright kid?" I heard as I rushed to my feet, pulled up my shorts and launched myself through the door and ran the rest of the way home. When I got home, I pretty much ignored Dad on the sofa and went straight to my room. Everything was spinning and I was trying to process what had just happened to me. Did this mean I liked dudes? The blowjob was amazing, I knew for a fact that I wanted more of those. But did I want them from dudes? I couldn't take my eyes off of that guy's dick... I wonder what it felt like to have one of those things in my mouth. Laid on my bed, I didn't even notice that my dick was rock hard again, replaying the events. It didn't take long before I was massaging myself to another orgasm wondering when i'd be able to get my dick in another mouth. *** I'd not gone back to the public toilets for over two weeks since the first time I went and got blown. But man, my mind had not stopped thinking about it. It was on my regular route home and every time I saw it, I chubbed in my shorts. I wanted to go back in there so badly, but I didn't know what that would say about me. I didn't know how else I was going to get my dick sucked unless I went in there again. Nineteen days after the first blowie, yeah, I counted, I was on my way home after rugby practice. I'd not had chance to get off in 4 days as things were just too hectic. The temptation was all too real. Without even realising what I was doing, I wandered off back towards the public bathroom again. The same stale urine smell overwhelmed me as I walked back inside. The place looked exactly like the last time that I was in here. All three stall doors were open this time. So I went back into the same stall that I was in last time and closed the door. I took a leak like last time, but there was no more tapping. I looked through the hole and saw that the stall was empty. Disappointed that I'd gotten my hopes up of getting my dick balls deep in another wet hole, I sat down on the seat and decided to wait a couple of minutes and see if anything happened. About five minutes passed and I was getting frustrated and annoyed with myself. I stood up and then heard footsteps coming closer. My heart skipped a beat and I sat back down. The steps passed my stall and I heard the guy go into the stall next to mine. I craned my head to see if I could see anything through the hole in the wall but I could just see some guy in jeans. I moved my feet while trying to get a better look and must have made a tapping noise as the guy stopped unzipping himself for a moment and then continued. I saw him push his jeans and underwear under his butt and start to take a leak. I resigned myself to the fact that this dude had just come in to take a leak and hadn't come to suck some dick. Frustrated, I banged my fist against my thigh. Against the lessening noise of the guy's stream, I heard a tap. The same kinda tap that I heard the first time I was here. The guy stopped pissing and I heard the telltale signs of him shaking the last drops of piss and some fumbling around. I couldn't take my eyes off of the hole in the wall, hoping to see the guy's mouth but that's not what I saw. The guy's crotch came into view and he gingerly inserted his dick through the wall. I was stunned. I hadn't put too much thought into this. I thought I was coming here to get my dick sucked, not suck someone else. It was a decent cock. Thick. Long. Longer than mine anyways. Uncut just like me. I went back to working on auto pilot and I got down on my knees and was inches away from this uncut soft dick. I didn't think any more about it. I was fascinated that this dick was mine to play with, to make feel good, so I just went with it. I opened my mouth and put the head in my mouth. It was cold and tasted like piss, but that taste went away in seconds. The dick started growing almost immediately and I heard the guy sigh out on the other side of the stall wall. I made slow sucking motions on the head of the dick while it grew until I felt the skin on the dick slide back beneath the ridge of the head. I was surprised at how soft it felt, but how rigid this piece of meat felt in my mouth. The guy on the other side started grunting softly and moving his hips so that the dick was thrusting into my mouth. This spurred me on to try and take the dick deeper. He was knocking on the back of my throat. Not enough to make me gag, but enough for me to definitely feel it. I'd kept my eyes closed since I took the cock into my mouth, it wasn't until I opened them that I realised how weird this whole thing was. I could see I was barely taking half this dick into my mouth and his full bush was thrusting into the wall. I could just about hear his skin slapping against the wall and his soft grunts of "fuck". After five minutes of this guy pumping his cock into my mouth, my jaw started to ache. The guy was doing most of the work so I just tried to stay steady and rub my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Now that I had my eyes open, I could see his balls were coming through the hole in the wall too. I couldn't help but focus on them how loose they were, how big they were, the size of small eggs. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand had reached up to gently grab hold of them. They were so warm and the sack was looser than I'd expected. I heard a loud grunt above me and the dick banging at the back of my throat picked up it's pace for about twenty seconds while the banging against the wall grew louder and more urgent. The cock in my mouth felt like it was expanding and getting bigger. It occurred to me a second too late that this guy was about to cum and before I could even think "do I want this guy to cum in my mouth?", I heard a blood curdling series of grunts on the other side of the wall and my mouth filled with his thick, viscous load. The force of his cum shocked me and I startled and spluttered while the guy kept slowly thrusting in my mouth. I had chance to taste his jizz and surprisingly, I didn't hate it. It was kind of bleachy, and meaty and bitter all at the same time. By the time the guy's cock had slipped out of my mouth, I hadn't thought what I was gonna do with the load. I just instinctively swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. It only dawned on me after the fact that I had his load inside me now. That I'd carry it for the rest of the day. The guy's dick slipped from the hole and I heard the guy fumbling with the jeans hooked just under his arse. "Fuck man, that was amazing." The voice sounded familiar but it didn't register. He'd already opened his door and left the bathroom. I was just looking at the hole in the door feeling mildly dissatisfied that I'd sucked him off and he hadn't offered to do me after. I got off of my knees and stood up, my dick tenting in my shorts obscenely. Wait... That voice. That voice sounded so familiar. No, it couldn't be, could it? Did I just blow my Dad?