Growing Up In Gwinnett Volume1

Growing Up In Gwinnett Volume1 1

. The first in a series of true stories about my growing up in Gwinnett I grew up in a rural/suburban area of North Atlanta in 1980's.
Near my house was a park called Best Friend Park, with walking trials, tennis courts and two outdoor basketball courts.
Down the road from the courts was a small picnic area close to a power-line right of way that went for miles.
There was a small Men's restroom.
The structure was a rustic, wooden structure with very high-slanted ceilings.
When you entered the room, you faced a wooden wall (floor to ceiling) that separated the toilet from the sink area.
The toilet had a partial wooden door and no urinals.
I played a lot at tennis and basketball at the park, and most afternoons and weekends I would ride by bike to the park.
I often stopped by the restrooms and I loved reading the graffiti about pussy and dicks.
Sometimes When I was in the stall, somebody enter the restroom and they would peek over the wall at me, but I would cover up and then quickly leave.
A few times I would enter and notice the stall door was slightly open, only to look and see someone in the stall.
I would catch a quick glance at his dick before running out.
I was at the park restroom, reading the same old messages when I saw a message that basically said, "BJ 9/8 at 8pm".
The message was new so I decided I would come by the park.
I had never had done anything sexually before other than making out with girls or when I was young playing doctor with friends, and I had only recently hit puberty.
I lied to my parents about going to a friends and I showed up at the park 30 minutes early.
Since it got dark early so by 7:30 the sun was going down.
I parked by bike by the restroom but I sat down at one of the picnic benches in the dark.
Right at 8pm, a car pulled in and an older guy got out of the car.
I recognized seeing him around the park, because he had a mustache and walked with a slight limp.
I guess he was 50 years old.
He had a slim build and was wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt.
He glanced at my bike and went in the men's room.
I thought, damn, someone actually showed up! I didn’t know what to do... but it that didn’t matter because I was too scared to move.
After a minute or two, the man walked out and looked around.
By then it was very dark and I knew he couldn't see me.
He would pace a little, rubbing the front of his pants.
I realize now that was a signal, but at the time I just thought he was horny.
I wanted him to walk over, but I was afraid.
Then I thought about dropping my pants so he could see my white briefs.
Sure enough, he looked over, saw my briefs and started walking over.
I was so hard, and I was wet from pre-cum where the tip of my dick tented in my briefs.
I thought about pulling my pants up but I didn't.
He said hello but I couldn't answer.
He stood in from of me rubbing his cock through his pants while I just sat there with my underwear showing but not stroking at all.
He said, "do you need some help with that?" and that reached forward to touch my dick.
I almost came instantly.
He told me to touch his pants and I put my hand on his crotch.
Then he told me to take his cock out.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out a 5-inch cock.
It was smaller than mine, but it was also the first adult cock I had every touched.
I loved the feel and the smell.
I remember his pubes were long and thick.
I was trembling I was so excited, and I remember him asking me if I was ok because I was breathing so hard and fast.
He told me to kiss it, and I did.
Then he said lick it, and I licked the tip of his cock.
I ran my fingers through his bush and held his hairy balls.
I loved touching it and smelling his dick.
But he wanted a bj and after a couple of minutes he asked me to suck him.
I told him I didn't know how.
He laughed and said, "Oh, I can teach you".
I put his cock in my mouth and sucked on it without moving my head, so he told my to slide my head back and forth.
Because of the size of his dick, I didn't have any trouble sucking him.
I just sat there sucking him, only doing what he told me to do because at that age I didn't realize you just go with the flow.
I didn't even play with my own dick, which was still in my underwear.
After a few minutes, I could tell his cock was swelling and then he came in my mouth.
What I remember most was that he shot very strong bursts that hit the back of my throat.
I was startled and started to choke.
He asked me if I was ok, which I thought was very nice, and then he told me to finish sucking his cock and cum.
He said for me to clean him up, so licked all over his dick and balls.
I was so excited I thought I would faint.
He told me I did a good job for my first time which actually made me feel very proud of myself.
When I finished, he zipped up and said he needed to get home to his wife.
Just like that he left, but that was okay.
After he drove off I went into the men's room and jacked off.
I ended up meeting him four straight nights, sucking him off and then jacking off in the dark or in the men’s room after he left.
After that week I never saw him again.
I sucked a lot of older married guys at that park over the next couple of years, and had several who fucked me leaning over a picnic table or laying on my back under the power lines.
And every once and a while, one of the guys would suck me.

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