I was back home with my folks during my first Spring Break. Staying with my folks was a real drag. I had explored some of my newly-awakened sexual desires while away at school and was anxious to continue discovering new and exciting ways of satisfying myself and others through male to male encounters, closer to home. But being home with my parents would hamper my desires because they seldom let me out of their sight at night. They'd always ask what I was doing or where I had been whenever I went out with friends. I couldn't do what I really wanted to around my folks or boy-hood friends. So if I wanted to continue my education in male/male sex and to have "fun", it would have to be during the day.
There was a park close to the house. I always went there as a kid. There were a couple small ponds, ball fields, tennis court, a lot of open areas and a covered barbecue pavilion with restrooms on either side of it.
While I'd be fishing with my friends at one of the ponds, I always took notice that there were a lot of guys in the area who were not fishing. Some of them would be in cars parked under the trees. Others would walk into the thickets. First one guy and then another followed him in. Couldn't quite figure out what was happening.
I had always been curious about what went on in the men's room, too. Whenever I walked in, there was always a group of guys who just stood around until I left. I was a kid then and didn't know too much. But, I was a college student now and as I stated a little wiser to certain activities.
One of my classmates from my home town had been inside the men's room and he told me some stories about what went on. I wanted to find out for myself if what he told me was true, so I told mom that I would be gone for a few hours having fun at the park. "Enjoy yourself, dear".
I intended to do just that. When I got to the park, I headed straight for the men's room. I noticed guys going in and out of it. I chickened out at first, but just thinking about what my friend had said about this place, gave me a hard on and I was going to jack off in the bushes. Then I thought more about the men's room and decided to go it. When I walked in the door, I noticed a couple of guys moving quickly, getting into a stall together. They didn't bother to close the door. I didn't look at them but went over to the urinal and started to piss and jack off slowly. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy on his knees in front of another guy who was sitting on the toilet. They saw me looking at them and they moved to the side so I could see their actions better. The guy on his knees had the seated guy's cock in his mouth and his head was bobbing up and down.
My dick was getting hard from watching them. It's a whopper if I do say so myself, eight inches and I was only 19.
The sucking sounds got louder and the guy getting sucked motioned for me to come over to him. As I walked over, the other guy got up from his knees and came out of the stall. He leaned against the doorway and winked at me as he was jerking his cock which hung out of his jeans. I thought, what the hell, I was about to cum from watching them and jerking myself anyway, so I walked over to the guy who was getting the blow job. His friend knelt down in front of him again and continued to give him head. When I got closer, the seated guy reached out and pulled my cock to his face and started to suck it. The guy kneeling reached up and fondled my balls and ass.
I remember how great it felt. This was my first blow job from a stranger. I was thinking about the stories I heard from my buddy at school and totally enjoying all the action that these guys were giving me. I moaned and shot the biggest load of cum I think I have ever shot. That guy sucking me swallowed every drop. I bent over double because I was so exhausted because I came and came and came. My dick started to get a little sore, because this guy was pulling on it with his lips like a vacuum. I had to push his head off and said "thanks, a lot". That was lame, I know, but I was always told to say thank you whenever anyone ever gave me anything. I pulled up my Levis and stuffed my still hard dick into my shorts and left.
When I got back home, mom asked me if I had fun at the park. I said, "it was OK!"
You know what? Now I look forward to spending time with my folks, just so I can visit that men's room and get sucked off. So now, when my buddies ask me where I going on break, I say "home" and have a smile on my face.