My first time was a long time ago. I had just turned 18 in 1966 and had never done anything with men or women other than jerking myself off. I had for some years however been aware that in the washroom at the city hall there were lots of notices written on the stalls and walls asking for or offering blow jobs.
I went to the washroom one Saturday afternoon. That wasn't unusual because all the city buses were centred at the city hall parking area. When I got down the stairs to the john my heart started beating faster as it had for the several months whenever I got there. When I went in there were 3 men in the room which stunk of piss and smoke. I went to a urinal and proceeded to take a piss while trying to see what was going on without being obvious.
An older guy, probably about 45 took the urinal beside me and as I pissed it was obvious he was looking at my cock. Not sure what to do I just remained where I was and then noticed that he was actually stroking his cock. I looked at him and saw that he had seen me looking at his cock. He turned a little towards me so I could see him better and continued slowly stroking his now half hard cock.
My own cock started to stiffen all on it's own and I know I was blushing like crazy so I hurriedly stuffed it back into my pants and zipped up. I left the bathroom and went back up to the bus stop area.
The guy who had been beside me also came up out of the bathroom and walked over to me. He asked if I was heading to the south side of town as that was where the bus came for that area. I said yes and he offered me a ride. At that time hitch hiking was very common and so although I was pretty sure he wanted more than to just give me a ride I agreed to go with him.
We quickly got in his car and headed to the south side of town. He asked if I had ever gone to the tree farm on the edge of town near the Hydro plant. I knew this was a favorite lovers lane in the city on Friday and Saturday nights but I told him I had never actually been there. He offered to show me the place and I agreed.
When we got there he parked the car and suggested we walk through the trees. The place was actually a Christmas tree farm at one time but had gone broke and now there was a grove of Scotch Pines about 20 ft tall still growing there in neat rows. There didn't seem to be anyone else around as we walked back through the trees and after a while there was no way for anyone to see us from the road past the hydro plant.
Bruno, we had exchanged names in the car, stopped and said he had to pee. He turned about half way away from me and took out his cock and let fly with a strong stream of piss. I watched mesmerized, having never seen a grown man's cock other than my father before. When he finished instead of putting his cock away he started stroking it again like he had in the bathroom. I continued watching and he turned back towards me. His cock was not quite as long as mine but it was definitely thicker and I was fascinated by what was happening.