All characters in this story are fictitious and are over the age of 18 years of age. If the characters resemble someone it is purely coincidence.
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I am Chad and I just turned 21 years old. At 5'10" tall and 185 pounds solid muscle from working on the docks loading eighteen wheelers at the warehouse. I had been out with girls, I liked them more as my friends.
Up until this point with guys I had slept over at their house or they would come over and stay at my house. I always wondered what it would be like with guys. One day I had on some blue jean shorts they were tight and short. I walked by a park and I had to pee really bad. So after I entered the bathroom and the motion detector lights came on. There was a sign on the urinal that it did not work. I walked on down further and entered the middle stall. I thought I was the only one there at the time. I unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my knees, after I urinated, I started playing with my cock. I started getting into it and someone entered the stall next to mine. There was a glory hole and the guy in the next stall had eye next to the hole. He put two fingers on the rim which meant he was ready for my cock. I knew that much. I had never done anything with a guy before now, he could probably tell because I was so shy. "Try it you'll like it." he said.
He told me to stick my dick in the hole. I was apprehensive and compliant. He started by teasing me, I could feel his hot breath on my cock. Then he started sucking. He was really good, he would suck my balls as well. I could hear the sucking sounds and it was driving me crazy. Here I was in a stall with my dick in the wall letting a stranger suck me. I told him I was about to cum. It was hard for me to stand up during an orgasm anytime I jerked off I was on the bed. He quickened his pace going up and down my cock and I blew my load in his mouth. My heart was racing and then I felt guilty. I was raised religious. I could not get over how good it felt. I struggled with it in my mind. I pulled up my shorts, zipped up and got out of there, without saying a word. It was not until later I realized I had not gotten his name or any information on him. In case I wanted to see him again. I would dream about what had happened for a week.