Now, we didn’t grow up in the best neighborhoods. But we moved to a little better neighborhood when i was in highschool. Now, let me set the scene. We’d just gotten home and it was about noon. My youngest sister went upstairs to our apt. (It was a double) and i sat down on the porch steps. My mom and sister were talking to our neighbor who lived below us as she was getting home from walking her dog at the same time. Its summer and everything felt beautiful. Kids were playing, people on their porches, neighbors yelling convos across the street. I was just watching cars go by. Then a red car turned onto our block. I don’t know why it freaked me out when i first saw it. It wasn’t the loud Spanish music, iwas used to that. It wasn’t the guys in wife beaters on the front either, i was used to that too. But i wanted my family inside now. I stood up, i was a teenager, i could make a sulky comment that could probs get mom and sis to move their butts. But before i had a chance i heard gunfire. The passenger in that red car started shooting. I jumped off the porch and my mom and sister and neighbor hit the ground.
I wasn’t expecting what came next, it was a normal night out and he got a bit too tipsy to drive home so I invited him to sleep over at my place. We continue drinking, it was close to 12:00 and I told him I had some magic mushrooms and we could take some together, he was excited as he didn’t tried them before. He was 56, I was 22 and we ingested the shrooms and listened to music, talked and laugh so much. Then 4am came and he was getting scared as the high wasn’t getting anywhere. He panicked and wanted to call the ambulance. I knew what happens and I tried to comfort him, to hug him and to tell him that it will pass sooner or later.
Then he said he never tried anything with another man ever and he would like it. I said to him that I never tried but wasn’t curious, he then kissed me. It felt nice so I gave in and we kept kissing and touching and I got a bit aroused but not like with a girl. It was something nice. Then he started to take off my shirt and then kissed my body, it felt nice and then my pants and underwear came of and he was stroking me. He asked if that’s alright and I told him yes. I started undressing him and kissing him and he was so hard. I took him in my mouth, it felt weird and warm and I kept doing it until he started cumming in my mouth, it had a different taste than mine but I swallowed it.
He then proceeded to return the favour and it felt so nice. We went to bed and woke up at 10:00 am and didn’t talked anything about what happened, I could see he felt a bit uncomfortable and shy. He left. We’re still good friends but nothing ever happened since then but I hope it will as I know I’m heterosexual and he is too. I’m also good friends with his wife who doesn’t know a thing still. I’m 25 now and he’s 58 and that was the craziest experience with a teacher. I’ve always had something for older women and now for him. I would never repeat the experience with anyone else than him.
I said yes while holding the towel in front of my dick so she couldn’t see. And it was that moment that I though “what the heck..” and slowly dropped my towel and revealed my dick. She was standing there watching and as soon as she saw the whole thing, she went “OMG! That’s huuuge!” And all my ex could say “told you so!” While she was still showering… Nothing happend after that, we got dressed and went out. She did grab my dick once or twice while dancing and spread the rumour to all of her friends about how big she thought I was
Iwas absolutly sure in that moment that they were dead or injured, probs cause time felt like it was so slow. Then my mom popped up and said a very mom thing. Everyone was ok. Apparently the shooter wasnt really aiming at anyone. Someone called the cops and i ran upstairs to check on my sister. Then i went back downstairs. Cops were showing up and my mom, bless her heart, started calling the cops over because her daughter (me) saw everything. I was mortified. I did see everything. Even got a partial plate. But seeing as there were plenty of gangs around, i was not going to be the snitch. The cop talked to me. I told the truth except for a false name, number, and told him i lived down the street. I think he knew i was lying about that. I mean, my mom was talking to another cop. He told me i was safe now. I think he knew exactly why i was scared. Idk why that car scared me, i didn’t know the car or anything, but something told me we needed to get out of there. Nobody on our block was hurt. But the cops had leave quickly because they were getting new calls about shots fired.