Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 15:56:46 -0500
From: Moon Shadow <moonshadow1184@hotmail.com>
Subject: Confessions of an Innocent Kid part 2

Thanks to all of you who were so encouraging in your emails.
As promised, here is part two of my story.  I would have
liked to have written this sooner, but as you all know,
being in college makes my free time to do something like
this very limited.

At any rate, if you're just tuning in, these stories
chronicle the few encounters I've had over the course of my
young life.  They're all true and without exaggeration.
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October, 1999

     I did a lot of thinking after the January incident in
the men's room at a nearby mall.  Was what I did wrong?
What did it make me?  Was there something wrong with me for
liking it?  Looking back on it, I was a na‹ve 14 year old
probably thrown into a situation that I shouldn't have
involved myself with in the first place.  However, my
curiosity was piqued - were random hookups in the men's
restroom a common thing?  Would it ever happen to me again?
As it turned out, I only had to wait a few short months for
my questions to be answered.

     I was an almost-15 year old high school sophomore in
October of 1999.  A Friday night that month found me at a
high school dance with a few friends.  We were there mainly
because another friend of ours was on the dance committee
and after he did all the cleanup stuff, we were going back
to his house (mansion is more like it, though, since this
kid was loaded as shit).  Our high school's dances were
pretty cheesy and me and my circle of friends avoided them
after going to one or two our first year.  Regardless, we
chilled there for a little, left, and crashed at my friend's
place.

     The following afternoon after getting up and grabbing a
bite to eat we decided to hit up the mall.  It was close to
where a few of us lived and a few of my friends were easily
able to leave from there.  However, it was completely out of
the way for me.  I was going to have to get picked up later
at my friend's house, so I was going to be at the mall for a
while.  My friend wanted to go to the theater and see "The
Sixth Sense" as it was playing and he hadn't yet seen it.  I
didn't mind watching it again, so while my friend went to
buy the tickets I went to the bathroom in the food court to
take a piss.

     The bathroom was a pretty small and busy place.  It was
very public and definitely NOT the place you'd think any
kind of suspicious activity would be going on.  However, as
I stood at the urinal, I noticed a guy, probably early 20s,
at the far left urinal kind of just standing there
pretending to pee when he obviously wasn't.  We made eye
contact and held it for a few seconds.  Having finished
pissing at this point and not wanting to simply zip up and
leave, I made a bold move.  Other people were in the
bathroom but none were currently at the urinal, so turned
around, quickly checked no one was watching me, and slid
down the row of urinals until I was right next to him, junk
out and everything.  I cocked my head to one side and
smiled, to which he very seriously gestured to the door and
muttered, "follow me."
     I really wasn't in the mood to pull some kind of
disappearing act from my friend while be bought tickets and
didn't want him to worry, so I almost tried to lose the guy
in a sea of people while I followed him around the mall.
However, one head thought the situation through rather than
the other, and I decided that it would be fine to tell a
little white lie to my friend and cover up the incident.  I
continued following the dude until we entered (surprise) a
department store men's room.  Talk about classy.  Anyway,
this bathroom was much more quiet and private, so I wasn't
nearly was nervous as I would have been if we did something
in the food court bathroom.

     We stood at the urinals next to each other and pulled
out our cocks.  I really checked him out at this point.  Two
things stick out in my mind - his sack was pierced and he
was wearing these flip-flops that probably would have been
appropriate in July, but not in the frigid October we were
having.  Regardless, we stood there, jerking off, watching
each other's dicks intently.  I tried to catch his eye and
signal that we should go in the stall and exchange blowjobs,
but he was having none of that.  He was really shy about
even touching my dick at all.  Only after I jerked him off
for a few seconds did he start to pump mine.  However, it
wasn't all that great, since he only did it for a few
seconds at a time.  I did likewise to him.

     Luckily, no one came in during our activities.  We
continued to jerk off when he said the first thing to me
since he muttered "follow me."  It was "I'm gonna cum."

     At this point, I was incredibly horny.  I played with
his balls while he shot off into my hand and into the
urinal.  He was completely stone-faced and silent - as if
his orgasm had the same effect on him as telling him his
shoes were untied.  I used his cum on my hand as lube for my
cock, since I usually use lube while jerking off and also
because it seemed kind of hot to do.  Within seconds, I was
shooting off into the urinal as well, while he stood next to
me watching and slowly jerking himself off.

     With the deed done, he zipped up and made his way over
to the sink and I followed.  He must have been a little OCD
because he started to wash his hands furiously.  I made sure
to wash mine as well, but this guy actually took out a scrub
brush and practically started sanding his hands, and he
didn't even have anything nasty on them, since his cum went
on my hands and he probably jerked me off for a grand total
of 25 seconds.  Regardless, I finished at the sink, turned
around, and exited the bathroom, like nothing even happened.

     My friend was running around frantically looking for
me.  I met up with him back at the ticket counter, where he
apparently told me he got the tickets, waited for me to come
back, and when I didn't, actually went into the bathroom and
called my name a few times.  I made up some bullshit story
about probably just missing him and then being unable to
find my way back to the movie theater as I had hardly ever
visited that mall.  He bought it just fine, and we went in
to watch the movie.

     I replayed in my mind over and over again that
afternoon and evening what I had done for the second time in
my life.  The check out, the nod, the walk to the other
bathroom, all leading up to a shady, random encounter with a
guy that I'll never see again.  Did I like it a little too
much?  Was I becoming addicted?  Maybe my life was turning
out to be not so innocent after all........

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Hope you enjoyed reading.  Look for the next part soon.
Feedback can be sent to MoonShadow1184@hotmail.com.