I am in my 50s now but I was 12 when it started. I was a classic t**** without knowing what that meant. I was called such a pretty boy and not realizing the implications. I knew nothing about s** was a late developer and no clue what my body was about or capable of. Before puberty and wet dreams. At the time it was no big deal to go to a mall alone or with friends. I was always being chatted up and followed by stereotype perv old men. It frightened me but also made my heart race for some reason. Once one takes the chance and asks me if I want a b*******. I had zero clue what he meant but told him no. But one day I was at urinal in mall restroom peeing. A man at the next urinal made a low moan as he was p****** and I turned in response to the sound and I saw this huge erect c***. Being ignorant and naive I just stared. Then he asked if Iiked looking at it and that it was okay to look. He turned to face me as he held and stroked it. Told me that if I was going to look at his then I should show him mine. And no big surprise I am taken by the hand like a deer in headlights to a stall and being touched and fondled and it was terrifying. I did not understand but knew it was wrong. He said ai had no hair down there and I felt I was ugly or wrong or something. He told me it was okay to feel good and I was actually panicking because I did not realize I was about to have my first o*****. He just sushed my whimpering as he touched me and told me trust him it would feel good and be okay. Of course I was shocked to see him take my p**** in his mouth. Could not imagine someone doing something so disgusting. But suddenly I felt this unbelievable feeling and cried out and he put his hand over my mouth as I had my first o*****, even though I was not ejaculating. He kept gently sucking my p**** and it felt amazing. Then he asked me if I had ever c** and shot off before and I had no idea what he meant. I still remember him smiling and saying he would show me what my p**** would do some day. He had me watch him stroking and I watched with fascination. He asked me if I wanted to touch it and he took my hands in his and guided my hands as we both stroked him and fondled his testicles. He told me to watch what his p**** could do and then I was stunned as he sprayed white so violently. It was going everywhere and hit my face because I was watching so closely. He put wet fingers in my open mouth and smiled again it was such a shock and bizarre taste and then he helped wipe it off me. And then it was over. And I wanted more without understanding why. So everywhere I went I watched older men and noticed when they looked at me. If I saw one staring I wpuld stare back and then find the nearest restroom. I learned older men loved to touch and g**** me and s*** my p****. And I learned to touch them and s*** them. It was still nearly a year before I had my first e********** but I had already seen and swallowed countless times. But by the time I was 18 I knew enough to be cautious and careful for myself and bathroom s** came to an end.
And to this day older men still look at me. Even thought I am in my 50s older men just seem to see it/read it in me.