It was an early, cool, wonderful spring day. I was walking home from my last year of high school, I'm an eighteen-year-old senior when a couple of girls ran past me screaming, "There is a pervert in the alley. Stay away!"
I was confused. I really did not know what a pervert does. I was young and naive. I continued walking until I got to the alley. I was not sure if I should walk this way, even though it was the way home. I decided to risk it.
As I walked, I noticed a guy with a trench coat next to a dumpster. He was a lot older than I was. When I started to pass him, he opened his trench coat revealing that he was naked.
I stopped, frozen. My jaw hit the floor. There it was in all its glory. A real-life cock. I have never seen a real cock before, only in pictures. I was curious. It was not very big. It hung down. I could see his hairy balls. I just stared at it.
He motioned me over to get closer. I could not move, like deer in headlights.
He said, "It's OK, it will not bite." I giggled at that.
I looked around and I was the only one there. All the other classmates who took this way home were long gone. I moved closer. His cock seemed bigger. It pointed right at me. Was it growing?
He said, "You look nice in your school uniform." I sheepishly nodded.
I have to wear a uniform to school. I do not like it. It is a cotton plaid skirt, with a light blue blouse. Knee socks and Mary-Jane shoes. I do look cute though. I am five-foot tall, with light blonde hair about mid-back and blue eyes. I am skinny and have nice boobs and B-cups.
He asked, "Do you want to touch it?" It is now growing bigger by the second, longer and thicker. It was looking up at me now. I felt a tingle in my panties.
I grabbed it and wrapped my fingers around it. It was warm. It felt weird. I thought it was supposed to be very hard, that is why they call it a hard-on. I guess it was hard in the middle, but the skin was still soft.
I did not know what to do with it. I heard of stroking, so I went up and down with my hand. I looked up at his face.
He grimaced and shouted, "Ahhh." I felt warm wet liquid on my hand. I looked down to see his cock was spurting some sort of milky liquid. Oh my gosh, he cumming.
I let go and took a step back. He closed his coat and disappeared behind the gate. I guess that is where he lived.
I turned and started running home. His cum was still on my hand. I wondered what it tasted like. I licked it off my hand. It was cold and somewhat slimy. It really did not taste like anything familiar.
When I got home, I went straight to my room, flopped, on the bed, and started to play with my pussy. When I put my hand into my panties, they were wet. My pussy is wetter than it has ever been. I rubbed it in a circular motion, rubbing the clit, thinking of this man's cock in my hand. I stroked my first cock, and I liked it. I made him cum so fast. I must have been good and did a good job.
As I played with my pussy, I wondered if he would be there tomorrow. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to taste his cum right out of his cock. I loved how it grew right in front of me. I had an orgasm.