When Phallus Changed Me

I was 16 in the summer of 1977. My early morning walk to school was inevitable . There was a large parking lot I used to stroll through like Little Red Riding Hood on her way to grandma´s. Little did I know I was about to encounter something that would change my life forever. One of the cars with a door ajar caught my attention. As I approached it I could see a mature man lying on the driver´s seat with eyes closed and writhing rather slightly. I looked at his crotch and my innocence told me he was shaking a beer bottle or maybe a can of soda. A big size fat cock was not my first grasp of the scene. He kept jerking and it finally dawned on me it was his long and strong cock he was handling in front of my boyish eyes. Up to that moment, I had the notion all cocks were tiny like mine. So it was a mixture of shock and awe and pleasure to find out that cocks grow to adult size and can be such an source of pleasure. My innocence shattered and immediately replaced by phallic lust and desire for big cocks. He opened his eyes, winked at me and then I knew I had been set up to that. I was paralyzed, staring at his hot jerking, my heart was racing, my temperature rising, my trembling body was telling me "this is awesome and I want more".My tiny little dick got a hard and I simply could no longer deny I was loving that experience. He went on to touch me, showing me how good it feels when another man does it for you, he guided my hand into touching his big cock.It all felt so amazingly good. At first shy, something made me hold that shaft tight, just to feel its realness, as if its phallic magic spell was being transfered into my very soul. I had found the joy of Phallus. All of a sudden, some people approaching made my my master put his huge cock back into pants and drive off. And I never had the chance to thank him for changing my life. But the lesson he taught me I kept in my heart, endless hours of lustful masturbation dominated my boy mind after that, coming harder and harder while cursing profusely to enhance my lustful trip as the first drops of my boyish semen flowed out of me. Fortunately, further encounters with mature masters ensued and each one brought another type of sensorial delight. They will be narrated here in future installments of my lifelong quest for Phallus.