Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 10:37:30 -0800 (PST)
From: D D <82643@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: 'Forced To Shoot' (D.D.) (  B-solo  exhib  real  reluc  teen1  voy  )

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This is a true story.

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Peace,
D.D.

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When I was thirteen, I often hung out at the public outdoor-pool in the
summer. The place was always packed, chicks
everywhere, and it never took long before my dick got heavy. It had
totally grown out of proportion in the past year and even though I liked
that I was also very aware that there was no way I could hide a hardon in
my trunks any more. So I did what I always did: I showered and then went
in to one of the toilet stalls to beat off.

This time, while I was in the middle of working my bone, I
suddenly realized that there was a dude checking me out
from above. He was standing on the toilet in the stall
next to mine, and he had a full view of what I was doing.

I stopped stroking, of course, thinking that he'll
go away now that he was found out. But he didn't. He
just stood there, staring down at me.

Now, going to the stall straight from the showers,
I hadn't grabbed my towel nor my shorts. With
nothing to cover myself - and my cock hard
as marble - leaving the stall was not an option.
Embarrassed and ashamed, I sat there for a minute or so, hoping that my
erection would go down.

As I waited, the man could study every inch of my birthday-suit. And he
did. My long, smooth legs; my hairless stomach; my small, stiff nipples;
my well developed arms; my penis, a boy's but already bigger than many
men's - all of it was laid out for his eager looks.

After what felt like an eternity of me trying to
think unsexy thoughts and the dude not moving I felt
totally confused. I couldn't leave; he wouldn't
leave. If this would've happened today I would just
have told him to fuck off, but then I
was thirteen and he was an adult. I was kind of
intimidated by him. Never had I felt so exposed as
sitting there, throbbing dick in hand, unable to get
away from his eyes. And the more he stared, the
harder my bone seemed to get. I didn't understand why.

Mortified, I slowly realized that the only way to get my
dick to go down would be to shoot a load. There was
no other way, or I'd sit there forever with that man
checking me out. So I started stroking again. Reluctantly.
It felt so weird having a stranger watch me do it, but
I didn't have a choice. To be able to ever leave
the stall, I was forced to stimulate my penis to
ejaculation in front of this man's prying eyes
whether I wanted it or not.

While stroking, I looked up every now and then,
and he was still there - saying nothing, just
watching. My dick was almost fully grown at that age, well over eight
inches, and against my slim body it didn't just
look big - but huge. The head and the shaft was all shiny of
precum and the veins were popping; the nuts swinging
in their sack for every beat. It took probably ten to
fifteen minutes for me to cum, because while the man's
presence gave me a strange thrill it also made me nervous.
I tried to think of some of the chicks I'd just seen
by the pool, but all I could concentrate on was his
eyes scanning my body and genitals. His vantage
point was perfect, I couldn't hide anything from
him.

When I finally came, my cock exploded. My whole body began
shaking and I leaned back on the commode, shooting
all the way up my chest. Afterward, I was in a daze.
Dick still throbbing, I just laid there for a few minutes,
not even aware if the man was still looking.

When I came to, I discovered there was no toilet paper in the stall and I
had to wipe my chest, stomach and dick best I could with my hands. It was
messy and embarrassing, but the dude seemed to enjoy watching me try to get
clean. My dick stayed rock-hard while I did this and for a second I thought
I would be forced to shoot another load to make it go down. But I waited
and waited, and eventually it began to go limp.

When I left the stall it was still swollen,
swinging like a heavy pendulum between my thighs as
I walked through the shower room. It must have been
pretty obvious for everyone what I'd just done on the can,
but there was nothing I could do about it.
The man came out of his stall soon after and continued
watching me as I showered. The fact that he again
stared me down when I couldn't get away kind of sent
shivers down my spine and made the blood rapidly pump
towards my cock. I hurried up, put my trunks
on and wrapped a towel around me.

The strange thrill of being exposed against my will has
stayed with me ever since. I've felt it in the Army's
communal showers, during doctors' visits and even while being
strip-searched after an arrest. It's humiliating
and embarrassing, but it makes my cock grow heavy every time.