I was about 13years old. One day I was walking home after school, through a park I saw an old guy jerking his c*** outside the public bathroom, I walked pass him out of the park. But I got curious and turned back to watch. He took me to a bathroom stall and made me s*** it (or more like f*** my mouth) his c*** was nasty with smegma, he pulled my head down all the way against him I can hardly breath and all I breath in was the smell of his musky crotch and p****. It went on for about 5 mins or seemed really long, he came in my mouth and I swallowed(he didn’t tell me to, I don’t know why just didn’t want it to leak and get on my clothes) he smiled and didn’t say anything just left, I walked out not long after him but he’s already ran off. It all happened really fast I didn’t like it when it happened cuz the smell, but on my way home I realised how wet it got me, my p****** r soaked and cold (it was winter).
I can’t stop thinking about it, I start to finger myself and every now and then I would sneak into the male bathroom, hide in the stalls to m*********. Hoped to see him again and ask him to finally f*** me but he never showed.
Now I’m in my 20s(obviously already had plenty adventures) still think about that day. Ask my hookups not to wash they c*** for days. When girls get pissed off by the stinky chubby guy in our class(college) I nod alone, but I always get so wet when he gets near me, and I always breath deeply and quietly.
