For some reason, I’ve never liked for anyone to know when I’m in the bathroom. I feel something akin to shame when I’m seen entering or leaving the men’s room and I hate more than anything to ask a teacher if I can leave his class to go. For me there is almost nothing more mortifying than seeing someone I know as I leave a bathroom stall and they head into their own.

So when I heard the other boy enter the bathroom, I just waited for him to get to his stall before I left. I had already refastened my cargo pants and I was ready to go back to class but that annoying twinge of shame kept me from actually leaving the stall until my identity was safe.

I almost screamed with shock when Joseph Price leaned on the door and pushed past the slippery lock. I stared at him a moment, completely stunned and wondered if he’d seen me. The stall was far too small for him not to have noticed that I was in there. I mean, I was smaller than him – I was one of the smallest boys in the school- but I wasn’t that small.

He grinned at me, looking very hot – Joe was one of the hottest boys in the school- and I was completely stunned that he looked at me for a beat before saying, “Hey, cutie.”

My eyes must have doubled in size when he said that. One of the hottest boys in school had just called me cutie. I didn’t even know I was a cutie. I thought I was a warty.

I had no idea what was going on until he half turned and pushed the faulty lock back in place. “It’s about time you noticed me. I’ve been trying to get your attention all class period.”

My eyes must have tripled in size when he added that and I know my mouth was steadily dropping from my shock. Joseph Price had been trying to get my attention. Why? How had I missed that?

A wave of nervousness hit me when he leaned forward and put his hands on the wall behind me, cornering me between his tall body and the toilet. He was near enough to kiss me and his intentions hit me like a burning sack of bricks careening down from above. “Ever since I saw you checking me out in the lunch line, I’ve been eager to get to this class and get you in here.”

Because the stall was so small, his arm brushed over me as he shifted his hand to his groin. I was startlingly aroused when he squeezed the large bulge in his tight stonewashed jeans. “Very eager...”

“Ha ... ” Was the only thing I could get out of my mouth. He wasn’t worried what I was going to get out of my mouth.

“So sit down, Alex,” He pressed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing through the fabric of my layered shirts. I wasn’t very fond of the idea of sitting down on the open toilet but I’m more likely to do something I’m not fond of than confront someone. Especially someone good-looking like Joseph Price. Especially someone as good-looking as Joseph Price standing in a bathroom stall and waiting for me to go down on him.

He squeezed my shoulders a little when I sat before him, massaging them a bit with huge hands. I was staring straight at his pelvis and I could see the outline his erection made in his jeans. I wondered how he could wear pants that tight and not get embarrassed if he got an erection during the day. Maybe he didn’t care if anyone noticed he was horny. Maybe I only noticed because I was staring directly at him. His thumbs dug a little deeper into my shoulder. “Well, go on, Alex. There’s only forty-five minutes left to that class.”

I turned my eyes up at him, stunned. I’d never done this kind of thing before and I wasn’t sure if I should tell him that or not. I decided not to, too nervous to speak reaching for the button on his jeans.

I think was surprised me the most about him was the width of his erection. My own was a little on the skinny side compared to that cock. It was such a nice round fleshy mass, glowing pink and begging to be touched.

Joe grinned at me. “Go for it, Alex.”

I was still extremely hesitant but I didn’t want him to think I had never done this before. To this point he thought I had known what he was doing, that when I left for the bathroom I had intended on having him join me in the stall. Why disappoint his expectations?

When I bent closer and took him into my mouth I don’t think I was expecting the texture and taste I got. I had been thinking it would feel something like sucking on a cucumber or have the slick texture of kielbasa; but Joe was nothing like that. His body was soft and springy even though it was standing nearly straight out and the skin was ripe with goose bumps. He tasted just like I’d expected though, sweet and a little spicy, something entirely new and instantly addictive.

I was just sucking at the head of his member for a while, holding his thighs and swirling my tongue over the very tip and clenching my lip tight around the head. He groaned and squeezed my shoulders harder and whispered quietly. “Take more of me in.”

I wasn’t exactly certain what he meant until he rocked his pelvis a little against my face and his cock slipped into my mouth. He was long enough that he filled my entire mouth and I was not even at his root yet. I was a little concerned by that but I continued trying to pleasure him, moving my tongue and sucking deeply at the delectable treat nestled in my mouth.

I was very cautious to keep my teeth out of the way, thinking of how humiliating it would be if I bit him on accident. I’m still kind of surprised at how focused I was that first time. I did everything I could think of to stimulate him and I realized about halfway through the experience that I wasn’t even hard. I didn’t lend it much thought; I wanted him to be happy and I think I was doing that. He was groaning occasionally and every time I glanced up at him he seemed pleased.

I was unhappy when he pushed me a bit away from him, pulling his engorged member from my mouth. I felt like part of me had been taken away and I looked after that red member, shining with my saliva and his precum and longed to have it returned to my mouth. He asked breathlessly. “Can you deep-throat?”

I shrugged but I didn’t lie. “Don’t know. Never tried.”

He licked his lips and glanced down at me. “Will you try now?”

I smiled up at him and leaned forward again to invite his thick member back into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how to begin but I’d read enough literature to know I had to relax my throat and pray I didn’t have a gag reflex.

The tip poked at the back of my mouth and I tried to swallow it down, nervous shaking. It caught and I choked him out and blushed a deep shade of red. He never left my mouth, his hands massaging my shoulders warmly.

“Just go slow, Al...” He sighed- he was definitely enjoying this. “Relax your throat and um... that’s right.”

I had hollowed up my throat as if I was taking a deep breath and I felt him sink deeper into my mouth. It was a strange feeling, normally when something is filling your entire throat you want to swallow it or throw it back into your mouth. I just felt like continuing to suckle him, rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue as he rocked his pelvis a bit and poked himself deeper into my throat and then back out.

“You won’t mind if I fuck your face, will you?” It was really more of a rhetorical question. I had no way of replying and in a moment I was clinging to his thighs as he really started pounding into me.

I was forced to lean a bit farther back to accommodate him and he began to grunt as he thrust. I remember being completely thrilled by the experience and the moment he took control of me, I remember I shot into arousal. Later on that memory troubled me but at the moment all I wanted for to give him pleasure. That was enough to bring me.

Now, you can’t really see much when you’re in a tight cramped place like a bathroom stall and a guy has his dick positively buried in your throat but I was able to see over his shoulder and I noticed much to my consternation that the lock had failed again and that the door was opening.

I lifted my foot to close it and he grinned down at me as if the gesture was designed to please him. “Getting a little hot down there?”

I nodded me head to reply and he groaned at the gesture. He didn’t understand the faulty lock but that was all right. He was happy.

There are probably sighs I should have noticed; I’m sure there’s some kind of warning when a man is about to come. Whatever warning there is I missed it that day and I was totally caught off guard when Joseph Price shot down my throat. I gagged but swallowed and I felt it fill my mouth as he pulled his throbbing body a little out of my throat. “Don’t swallow it all.”

I obeyed, trying to open my mouth wider as he continued to masturbate the rest of his load into my mouth. For some reason the submissiveness of the situation made me feel enormously sexy. I was worried I was going to bust in my pants but I never did, just sitting there like the sluts in the porn movies and letting him fill my mouth.

I expected him to want to kiss me to taste his own flavor and that was the reason he didn’t want me to swallow. Instead, he just looked at me for a moment and smiled as he caught his breath. “You’re awfully sexy, Alex.”

I smiled and licked my lips at that, finally swallowing the sweet juices swirling on my tongue.

He glanced down to rub his hands over my legs, noticing how they were spread around him. “You like to be fucked?”

I gulped having no response to that at the moment. “Um...that really depends on the guy.”

I was a complete virgin; it didn’t depend on anything. He smirked at me, seeming to know my secret even though I didn’t tell him. “Meet me in the auditorium after school.”

He ran his hand over his now soft cock to display it to me before he tucked it away. “I’ll have another load ready for you.”

I shivered and smiled as he pushed back on the door. He commented almost surprised. “Hey, did you know this lock was broken?”

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I grinned broadly and chuckled at the blessing that was the faulty lock. “No clue.”