Under the bridge was a place that has a lot of writing under it. Most of it was sexual stuff, "be here for good head" type stuff. Being 11 and turned on by about everything, this writing turned me on. I wasn't interested in having some random man perform oral sex on me, but still - the fact that people had sexual activity under the bridge was enough to spark my curiosity. I didn't know at the time that most of the writing were just people being smart asses. But...some weren't.
The stereotype of rest stops might be over blown, but the ones about under bridge activities aren't. There were always empty bottles under the bridge, an occasional condom or sometimes even a tattered sex magazine. One time there was a bra that had been tossed on to one of the cement pillars.
Each time I had ventured under the bridge I had secretly hoped to run across people having sex or some kind. One day I went under the bridge to cross over to the other side. In the bushes I saw a magazine, it was a ripped up and mostly moist Hustler.
Flipping through the magazine and being horny, I was starting to think about jerking off. I couldn't risk bringing the magazine home, although I did discover a way to start my own porn collection not long after this time.
I was maybe seconds away from pulling my pants down and stroking myself off when I heard footsteps coming down the side of the bridge. I started walking the other way, away from the steps. In my semi panic state I realized that I forgot my backpack. I quickly turned, walked back and grabbed it. An older man walked under the bridge and said hi.
I say "older guy"...but when you are 11, 20 years old seems older. Looking back I would say the guy was maybe 30. He was tall, clean shaven, not scary looking. Not the type of person I would picture as the scary men I thought came under the bridge.
I said hello and started to walk away. He started talking to me and asked about the magazine. Do I like those type of books? I stopped and said something like "they're okay, I just found it." Does that type of book turn me on? I guess so.
Have I ever had a blowjob? I don't know why I couldn't say yes, Gary and I had been playing around for a long time at this point, but I said no.
Would I like one?
Now I was scared more than anything. Or maybe it was a combination or being scared and excited, I'm not sure. I said no, I didn't want a blow job.
He laughed and said to relax, he wasn't going to hurt me or anything. He started talking to me a little and I did relax. He was asking about "normal" things and would toss in an occasional question about sex. Have I ever felt a girl's tit? Her pussy? (no, and no). He used to think between a girl's legs looked gross until he got older. Did I? (actually, a little).
Do I jerk off? I said that I do. He asked if anything came out of it when I did, and I said no. Did I know that in older guys, a white stream shot out during that "funny feeling?"
Because of my experience when I was really younger, I did know this. I didn't want to really expose too much of myself, so I said no...really? What does it look like?
Would I like to see his penis? I didn't have to touch it or anything. We sat on the cement wall under the bridge. I said okay, I'd like to see it.
He unbuckled his pants and slid them to his ankles, exposing himself. He was already hard, and I remember his penis being huge. To this day when I think of it, I remember that penis was one of the largest I've ever seen (even in pornos). He didn't touch himself or anything right off, just leaned back and exposed himself.
He said that he bets mine is still really small, but don't worry it'll grow. I said that it was small. He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it. Would I like to touch it, to see what another one felt like? I said no, although at this point I did - but I was still scared.
He was stroking it really slowly and asking me more questions. Do I have public hair like he does yet? Not really was my answer. I had a little fuzz at this point, but he was really hairy.
Was I hard right now? I said yes. He asked if he could see mine, he promised he wouldn't touch it unless I wanted him to. At first I said no. He kept stroking his cock and talking to me, telling me to look at the magazine a little. Between looking at those naked women in the magazine, and this man playing with himself next to me, I was horny as hell.
He asked again, are you sure you don't want to do this with me? It feels really good. He's not going to hurt me.
I was really embarrassed but I really wanted to touch myself at this point. I said okay and dropped my pants to my ankles. My little cock stood straight up. I just sat there, not sure if I should touch myself or not. Not sure what to do.
Can you put your whole hand around it, he asked? No, I have to do it like this I said, putting my fingers on my penis the way I do when I jerked off. He asked about how often I do it, what I think about. I told him that I think about girls and that I do it "every now and then" (if every now and then was several times a day). I came close to getting off so I stopped. He laughed and said "you almost went, didn't you?" I said yes. He told me that someday I would have much better control over that.
Before I knew what he was doing, he reached over and took my penis in his hand, lightly rubbing it. He said this reminds him of when he was younger, he remembers when he was small, too. He only rubbed it for a moment and then stopped...at this point I didn't want him to.
Am I sure I didn't want to feel his? I wasn't sure. He leaned back and closed his eyes and told me that it was okay, just wrap my hand around it and play with it a little if I wanted to. I wiated a moment and gave in, wrapping my hand around his penis. I stroked it for a couple minutes, enjoying how hard and hot it felt in my hand. While I did this, he reached over and played with mine a little.
After a moment I stopped and he did too. He took his cock in his hand and asked if I remembered about the white stuff he told me about. I said yes. He stood up and told me to watch him. He started pounding his cock up and down very quickly.
I remember that it took him a long time, and it was quite exciting to watch this man masturbate. As he went on, his breathing became quicker and heavier, and he started to sweat a little. Finally he started to grunt. I knew what was coming (no pun intended) and he came, his cum shooting on to the ground. He must have had five or six very long squirts, the whole time moaning very loudly.
He finished and sat down, cock still hard, breathing hard. He said someday that will happen for me, too. Am I sure nothing comes out now? I said yes. He asked me to do it so I took my penis in my fingers and stroked it. Maybe 30 seconds later I felt a really strong funny feeling coming on.
We both pulled up our pants. He asked me if I lived in the area and I said yes. He said if I ever wanted to do this again, come to his house. He lived right up on Columbia. He told me that he has lots of dirty magazines and movies and not to worry, he wouldn't hurt me or anything. I said okay. He told me his name was Paul, and if I ever came over and a girl answered the door, pretend I had the wrong place. I said okay and we said our goodbyes.
This would not be the last of Paul...