My dad worked in a building downtown and parked in a lot nearby. Same parking lot, same space all the time. A lot of days I took a bus downtown after school and went to the library, then walked to his car to catch a ride home. At that age I was always thinking about wanting to drive. Usually I sat in the driver's seat and played like I was driving.
Along about eighth or ninth grade I found out how to stroke my peter and get one out. Now two things was high on my list, wanting to drive and shooting a load. A lot of times I would JO while waiting in the car. At school I could sneak a PE towel into my book bag. When I was ready to play with my peter I spread the towel over my lap to hide my dick and catch the stuff. My little peter was still very small at that time. It did not stick far out of my pants, mostly surrounded by the open zipper. I could get only a couple fingers on my little stiffy and get it stirred up real good. When the stuff was ready to come I bunched up the towel around my dick and caught the load. This all while sitting in the driver's seat of the car.
Now there was a teenage boy working at the parking lot. I figured he was a dropout because he seemed to be there all the time. He was always sitting in a little shack to take money and keep his eye on the cars. So on this one day I had just got my load out and was squeezing the towel around my dick to absorb the wet stuff. Here comes that guy, wanting to talk!
He asked questions and hung around not doing much, just standing and leaning on the car. And I have got that towel on my lap with wet cum in it. After that first time he always had to come stand by the car and talk if he wasn't busy. I feel like he knew exactly what I was doing.
The guy did not catch me but I think he guessed.
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