My first job interview in Swansea,trainee hairdresser,went well.In local toilets changed from my gear into my shorts, much more comfy.To save my money I decided to try thumbing a lift back home,my mum had raised me alone so money was short. Other lads weren't friendly with me.said I was "girly",I didn't care what they thought,I'm not a big guy , 5'2" and look younger than I am. It was the first time I'd tried thumbing and was surprised how many drivers stopped,eventually one going virtually through my village,he was a really smart looking guy,perhaps in his 50s,I think the car was a jag. Seat belt he said as I settled down into the soft leather seat,I fumbled with it so he leant across and helped me,I admit I felt a slight rush of blood when he adjusted it over my lap ,my shorts were the cut away running type , small and thin, l had removed the inner lining to make them more comfy,underneath I had on a pair of white slip type undies,my mum still saw me as a little boy. I wasn't sure if his fingers lingered on my privates for longer than necessary. He was interested in where I'd been and said he could see me as a hairdresser,joking that I would look pretty in a little short skirt,that rush of blood again. I suppose I was enjoying his compliments about my slim scantily clad appearance,I wasn't used to compliments. He said he was pulling onto a side road where he knew there were some old toilets,no longer in use but still usable,I was glad I wanted a wee myself. We stood side by side at the urinal in the empty toilets.I needed to pull down my shorts and undies to wee,he was making no attempt to shield his very sizeable cock from my view,I wasn't sure if he was aroused or not. Masturbation was the only sex I had enjoyed , I wasn't sure or really knowledgable about sex with somebody else. For some reason I was finding it hard to pass water , I was standing there my shorts and undies at half mast holding my penis,I tried to shield it from his view , but because he was much taller that was difficult.at first I wasn't sure but it looked like his penis was becoming erect in his moving fingers,he'd finished weeing but was making no attempt to put it away. I was suddenly aware of his hand on my naked bottom,it was a paralysing moment,WHAT WAS HE DOING. He was looking at me in a way I'd never seen before, he was looking hot and flushed. I was also now aware he was masturbating I knew what that involved,it was completely crazy but I was making no attempt to prevent what he was doing,not even when he took my trembling hand and guided me into one of the old cubicles. He quickly removed his pants and undies,followed by his shirt I'd never before seen a grown man naked, his penis was standing solid upwards,I could see it throb. He sat on the bare toilet,seat long gone,and manoeuvred me in front of him ,between his spread muscular legs. Again I made no attempt to resist,no idea why. He stripped off the little clothes I was wearing,doing a weird thing by putting my little undies onto his face and deeply sniffing them.My erection was no match whatsoever to his,but now he was using both his hands to masturbate us both at the same time. I had no control of my actions,not even when I was on my knees on the hard concrete floor and his hand moving my head down to his penis. I admit I had in my fantasy whilst masturbating the thought of having my penis in somebody's mouth as I ejaculated,I have no idea why but I willingly open my mouth to take his,what now looked huge , penis.I was almost choking ,I felt my own hand go to my own penis and start to self masturbate,everything was completely surreal. I found myself gagging as I felt my mouth fill with hot semen,I had no choice but to swallow,why do I remember it as tasting almost sweet. I was ejaculating before he had completely emptied , I needed to be aware that I could easily sink my teeth into his penis,why I should care I don't know. Not a word was spoken as we put our clothes back on and returned to his car,I can recall another two men getting out of their cars and heading towards the toilets , they appeared to know him. It was the beginning of finding the real me.