In the early 60's I was 19 years old and I was driving from my home in another state to Grenier Air force base in New Hampshire. I was an Airman in the Air Force Reserves. I worked the week end from Friday night until Sunday Morning in food services. I was also bi-sexual in that I was always horny for a good looking guy. I was extremely closeted and would be devastated should anyone I knew found out. Therefore I was always sexually frustrated.
As a younger boy I had jerked off with a friend but we never touched one another. He was straight and didn't know that I wanted badly to jerk him off , at least. I had fanticized about jerking off with many of my school chums.
One Saturday, at Grenier, I had finished work at 9 am so I had the day to myself. I showered dressed in my uniform and went into Manchester to go to a movie. I was in the theater and I noticed a man alone about two rows ahead of me and I fantasized about sitting next to him and feeling his cock. This went on for a bout a half hour and I had a raging hard on. So I got up and went to the mens room to take a piss.
When I got to the mens room there was a bank of urinals, perhaps eight or ten. There was a figure at the urinal on the extreme right so I went to the one at the extreme left. I was so absorbed in my horniness that I didn't notice the person. I then heard a rustle of a paper bag and looked over to the right and a beautiful blond young man was staring at me. he then pulled back from the urinal to reveal his huge hard on. He motioned to me to come to the urinal next to him, which I did. He looked at my eight in by six inch around uncut hard on and asked me if he could suck it. He was about six feet tall, one hundred and sixty pounds.
As I said he was blond, very handsome, wore white shorts revealing hot legs and he wore a red muscle shirt. His penis was as long as mine, but much lighter in color, I am Italian. I thought it was so beautiful. I was so hot for him I would have done anything he wanted. So I said yes I would love it. But I asked where can we go. He said right here, and he got down on his knees and sucked me off. My first blow job. My head was in a spin, I felt so great, better than any feeling in my life to that date. He quickly went to the urinal and blew his load which was a disappointment to me because I wanted to get him off.
I was so worried that someone would come in, after all we were there right out in the open of a rather large bathroom. We zippered up and went out together and talked a little. He was seventeen years old and was a closeted gay. I liked him very much but I never got his name. Both of us were too scared to pursue information. He lived with his parents alone and was also frustrated sexually. I have thought about him often.
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