Cruised for the first time
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This is a true story, everything I have posted so far has been. I may take a bit of artistic licence , but I feel that's fair enough, these stories are from my long lost youth.
These are stories that I've never told another soul.
Please feel free to check out my other posts on my profile, I've enjoyed reminiscing about the follies of my youth. This post would be the first chronologically so far.
This would of happened in the late 1970's.
At this stage of my life I had blonde hair past my shoulders , stood about 5'10 and have blue eyes. I was playing rugby league on the weekends , rugby union on Wednesdays with a couple of training sessions for both in winter and surfing during the off season. While I've put on muscle as I've grown older , I've probably never been physically fitter in my life than then .
We were in the habit of going back to the pub that sponsored our Under 19's rugby league team after training on Tuesday and Thursday nights.The owner was pretty cool about allowing us to get large bottles of soft drink from the bottle shop and drinking them in the bar, so we'd hang out there for an hour or so.
I had left the pub , crossed the road to the train station, checked the timetable and saw I had 30 minutes to the next train.
So I downed the stairs and wandered along the platform to get a seat near where I could get a carriage that would let me off near the exit at my destination.
2 litres of soft drink + cold night air = a need to piss.
I head to the toilets at the end of the platform, passing a handful of people scattered along the seats at the station. Empty my bladder with one of those long, strong streams that are so easy to produce as a youth.
Heading back to my spot on the platform , I notice sitting on a bench a powerfully built , middle aged Polynesian man watching my approach.
When I was 10 feet or so away from him , he gave me one of those eyebrows up head nods that Polynesians do and said "Hey "
Me: Hi..
Then he said, " I'll give you $10 if you go back to the toilet and let me suck you off"
Shocked , I could feel the heat rushing to my face despite the cold , I hurried back to where I'd been sitting , 20 or 30 metres away , reclaimed my seat and struggled to process what had just happened.
Now at this point , you should know that I was no blushing virgin .
I'd been fooling around with one of my union teammates for a long time.
By fooling around I mean , we'd been blowing each other and that he loved the way I fucked his arse.
Regularly.
We had a thing going every Wednesday afternoon , when we knew I had my home to myself, plus he lived close enough by , that he could be at my place in 5 minutes if the opportunity for some privacy arose.
By this point ,in my life, I'd must of blown my load inside or on him hundreds of times and swallowed my fair share of his loads .
Sitting on the bench , my mind swirled...
Why did he ask me that?
Why me?
Was there something about me that he could tell?
Had he thought about about propositioning me when I first walked down the stairs or when I walked past him?
Wasn't he frightened of if I had reacted badly? If course he wasn't scared of me, he was half a foot taller than me , 20 kgs heavier , older and black, some skinny white teenager wasn't a threat to him..
Why did he offer me money to suck me off? Surely people don't do that, pay money to suck someone's else's dick.I must of misheard him , he must want to pay me to suck him off. Replayed what he said in my head , " I will give YOU $10 to suck YOU off" I'm sure he said that.
And $10 wasn't an insignificant amount of money at that time. The average weekly wage was about $150 before tax.I'd take $10 to the pub on a Friday night, have half dozen beers with mates , get a pack of cigarettes and go get a Chinese meal with mates across the road and still have $2 or $3 dollars left.
Surely no one would be thinking sucking my cock could be worth almost half a days wages.
All these thoughts flashed thru my mind as I say there and then I done something I still can't explain.
I got up and walked back down the platform towards the toilets. As I started past the handful of commuters I could see the Polynesian dude watching me.
I kept my eyes down until I was around 10 feet away from him, then I looked up, caught his eye without breaking stride and made a motion with my head towards the end of the platform.
I didn't look back to see if he was following, but my ears were straining to catch any sound of footsteps besides my own , without any success.
Maybe he was having second thoughts and gotten cold feet.
I hesitated as I turned into the toilet to glance down the platform , just in time to see him rise up of the bench and start walking towards me as I continued into the restroom .🚺
It was what you would expect from a train station restroom. Not much in the way of romantic decor, just a handbasin, a urinal trough along a wall and three cubicles. The only thing that made it different from any of the thousands of train station restrooms across the world was me, a young , dumb , full of cum blonde kid nervously waiting for a larger black man who had successfully lured him there for sex.
I was standing with my back towards the cubicles facing the door when he entered ,his bulk first filling the doorway., then blocking any chance of me making my exit as he moved in and finally stopping about ten feet from me .
There was a long moment while we just stood motionless looking at each other, that was broken when he put his hand in his pocket, withdrew his wallet , opened it and started to pull out some notes.
" No, no need for money" I said " Maybe we can just do each other? "
Putting his wallet away , he directed me to go into the middle cubicle , squeezed in behind me and closed the door. His bulk made the area feel , very ,very small
He told me to stand on top of the toilet bowl and to look out for anyone entering. He helped me up to stand on the toilet seat and I steadied myself with a hand on top of each of the walls either side of me.
He rubbed the front of my shorts for a moment, the rather quickly pulled down my pants with both hands, leaving me in my undies. Almost as quickly he put one hand down the front of my undies cupping my cock and balls and with the other began pulling them down to my thighs.
Did I mention that I'm a grower not a shower and it was very cold and I was nervous?
My soft dick looked tiny in his large , cold , calloused hand .
Holding it between his thumb and forefinger he sort of studied it before he began to give it little encouraging jerks, backwards and forwards.
I kept looking nervously over the top of the stall at the entrance and then back down quickly to watch him looking at and playing with my dick.
On one of my furtive looks down , he had switched his glaze to my face. Locking eyes with me , he tighten his hold on my still shy dick and pulled me a little bit forward while he moved his head towards it .
Oh my lord , the warmth when he wrapped his big lips around it was exquisite.
His tongue began to masterfully play with my cock , encircling it , twirling around it , flicking the tip of it , sometimes slipping out to lick my balls.
My cock had begun to lose its shyness under his treatment and began to harden hastily to its full length of 6 & 1/2 inches.
My feet perched precariously on the toilet seat , with my hands grasping the top of the stall my movements were limited as his tongue tormented me. His mouth was soft , wet and gentle on my cock , different to the blow jobs I been used to from my teammate , who used to suck on my cock much more desperately, hungry to taste my cum or have me fuck him.
This delicate blow job was fantastically frustrating.
I begun to thrust a little bit into his mouth trying to hasten things up, while still watching the door , but he just kept tormenting me with his tongue.
My foot slipped on the porcelain and my when I stumbled a little , my cock slipping out of his mouth. , he placed his hand on my arse to steady me as I dropped a hand to his shoulder to steady myself.
His hand was that large it felt like it was covering my whole arse .
My cock out of his mouth , he began to nuzzle my balls and run his tongue up and around my shaft to kiss the tip of my cock repeatedly , he seemingly having no intention of taking my cock back into his warm mouth anytime soon.
My body was twitching on its own volition by this stage , unaware of how out of control of the situation it was in , perched precariously in a stall with a much larger man who was treating me like his personal lollypop.
I've heard that a stiff prick has no conscience and if that's true then , I guess it's also true also that a rock hard teenage cock has no fear , because I had almost given up looking at the door for anyone entering and was just either closing my eyes in bliss or looking down wonderfully at the contrast of my pale white cock against the darkness of his face and lips.
I don't know whether it was wanting the warmth of his mouth or whether to stop his tongue teasing me more , but when he worked his way to the tip and began to kiss it , I slipped my hand off his shoulder to the back of his head and with a moan pushed my cock into his mouth.
My fingers buried in his curly stuff hair , I buried my cock into his hot mouth all the way to the hilt and holding his head tight began rubbing my balls on his chin while trying to rub my pricks head against the back of his throat.
This seemed to flick a switch in him , he went from lightly teasing me to engulfing me , his lips clamping around my shaft he went from savouring me to devouring me .
Between his hand on my arse and my hand on the back of his head a lot was happening, his tongue busy in his mouth on my cock as I thrust it in to him , trying to keep it deep in his throat as he slid his lips up to my cocks head .
Eyes closed , biting my lip , all thoughts of watching the door were gone as I worked my way to dumping my load. Someone could of come in , sat back with popcorn and watched the show of me being consumed by this older , black man and I wouldn't of been oblivious.
When I came , I came hard . If he hadn't been holding me up , I think my knees buckling would of had me falling off the my precarious foothold , but he held me tight and swallowed every drop of my cum.
His tongue seemed to be trying to milk every drop from my prick even as I pulled back from him.
Seperating from him and looking down , my hand now on his shoulder ,I saw for the first time that he had his own cock out in his hand and was working it while looking up at me.
It was bigger than mine.
It was much bigger than the teammates I fooled around with on Wednesdays.
I guess it was about 8 inches.
Maybe more.
IMesmerized , I wanted it.
I asked.
" Would you like me to suck it ?"
Looking up at me , that seemed to send him over the edge , this young blonde kid asking to suck his dick . He shook his head locking eyes with me and in a couple of more strokes he came.
I can still see in my mind's eye, him looking up at me and his cum oozing out of cock , thick and white against the dark meat of his cocks head.
I left before him and my train arrived moments after me re-entering the platform. I kept looking for him every time after training, but never saw him again ..
I didn't tell my Wednesday afternoon fuck buddy about it.
I've never told anyone about it.
Not a single soul.
Until now.