Teen stories part 2.

I was a bit of an exhibitionist when I was young. That, along with a hyper sex drive led me to find places I could be nude and pleasure myself. A convenient location was a near by school. After school hours, I often found myself there. At first nervous, I would only pull my cock out and masturbate. I was thrilled by the thought that a late working teacher may still be there, watching me. It was exciting to imagine. To imagine maybe getting caught, maybe being made to lick her big, moist pussy or suck his big hairy cock. They would tell on me if I didn't. My cock ached at the thoughts.

With each experience there, I became more bold and it became more of a turn on. Soon, my pants were around my ankles. Then, off completely. I walked around the empty school with my rock hard cock swinging side to side. Leaning against the brick building, my hand under my shirt rubbing my nipple, I would stroke my hard dick to amazing orgasms, leaving streams of white hot cum on the concrete.

All this play, all the fantasies came to a crashing end one afternoon with the simple sound of a slamming door... then foot steps. My heart stopped, completely nude, I raced around another corner and quickly tried to dress myself... the footsteps were closer. In front of me was the janitor.

I turned to run, still only half dressed when his voice calmly said, "Hey, stop."

I froze and my heart pounded. From behind me I heard keys jiggling and a door opening, then the words, "Come in here."

Maybe it was just a few seconds, but I seemed to stand there for minutes. It was a fantasy I had imagined many times and the thought that it might come true was too much to resist. My mind told me no but my hard cock and insatiable lust told me yes. I stepped inside the open door.

My head seemed to be floating, my body tingling and trembling. I can remember his hands, his seemingly huge hands gripping me and pulling me towards him. My eyes rolled back in my skull as his hands squeezed and caressed my bare ass and his mouth kissed and licked my throbbing cock. I felt like putty in his strong hands, helpless as he used me. This was for his pleasure, I could tell, not mine. I had no choice at this point. But, it felt soooo good! Time after time, he brought me to the edge of cumming, then he would stop. Time after time, he left me standing there shaking and quivering, my body begging for release. Somehow, he knew just when to move his magic lips from my pulsing dick. I was all his and he knew it, but it was too late. My cum started to flow out as my cock throbbed bobbed up and down. He held my hips tight and let hot streams of cum land on his face and in his mouth. I felt so weak, so dirty and used. I was so turned on. I collapsed against him as his mouth returned to my cumming cock and hungerly, greedily sucked out the last of my jizz.

I felt intoxicated as he moved me to my knees. Part of me wanted to run away, to escape as I watched him start to undo his fly before me. As he pushed his pants down, the sight of his big, hanging dick took my breath away. I was mesmerized by the sight of it and it's swinging movements. Lust and natural instinct took over. I held it in my hand. I remember thinking how manly and heavy it felt. With his hand on the back of my head, my heart racing, I began to kiss his thick, soft dick. It felt so good against my lips. So warm, so soft and veiny.

When he held his cock up against his belly, I knew what he wanted. He didn't need to tell me, and I wanted it to. I licked and lapped at his big, hairy balls as he moaned in delight. His musky scent made my own cock hard again and he noticed, saying "You like sucking cock, don't you!"

I wanted to answer, I wanted to yell out, "Yes!" He stroked himself as he pushed my face deeper between his legs. My mouth and face seemingly covered by his enormous, wonderful ball sack, I continued to lick him and braced my hands on his hairy thighs.

What an erotic sight that must of made! It was such a turn on. So young and smooth, on my knees servicing so much older and hairier.

His breathing quickened and his moans became louder. I wasn't ready for it when he pulled my face away from him and held it in front of his cock as he stroked himself. With a loud grunt I closed my eyes and felt his warm cum splash me. The thick texture coated my lips. His taste and scent filled my senses.

He quickly rushed me out the door, leaving me to stagger home, a cum covered mess.