My peter started firing live rounds at 13, in the fall of 8th grade. Just a day or two after my first shot I felt like pumping one out at school. I locked myself into a stall in the boys room and stood over the toilet while getting with the program.
Just as I was cumming a voice spoke. "Having fun in there?" It was a guy sitting on the pot in the very next stall. Heart Attack City. I ran out of the restroom with blobs of cum on my pants leg, ducking into the gym locker room to grab a towel and try to wipe the stuff off.
I was so inexperienced that it never dawned on me that anybody in another stall would know what I was doing. The other guy's voice sounded like he must be in high school and therefore several years older than me.
I was hugely frightened, scared of the other guy reporting me to the office and the office calling my parents, and also scared of him ratting me out to other kids. Every day for a week or more I went to school in dread, expecting the axe to fall. However, nothing ever happened and I gradually got over the whole thing.
I did learn to be very conscious of my surroundings when dealing with a stiffie.
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maybe he was doing the same thing that you were doing in the bathroom. Did this ever happen again to you? Maybe other boys knew what you were doing and after you went into the bathroom they followed you in shortly after you went inside to to your thing. thanks for a great story what had happen to you.
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