The shortest route home from school was across a large cemetery. Mum always
told me not to walk home that way, but I didn’t see a problem, and hardly
ever saw anyone tending to graves. In the middle was a circle of trees,
which surrounded a small public toilet. There was a narrow dark passageway
between the trees to get to the Gents door, and a similar one on the other
side to the Ladies. At school, I was involved with lots of wanking, going
into toilet cubicles with 2 or 3 different boys every day. I loved it, but
the cemetery toilet was a secret I told no-one. It took a long time to
pluck up the courage to go into the dark passageway, and then into the
Gents toilet, but it was worth it.
There was only one urinal and one cubicle, but they weren’t cleaned very
often, not that I was too bothered. I loved standing there and reading the
writings on the wall, little fantasies from visitors, and wondered who
these men were. I the single cubicle were more writings, only more
explicit. I’d sit on the toilet seat and slowly wank myself off, imagining
that the man that wrote it, was with me.
I began to write little stories in my exercise book, tear out the page and
leave it behind the down-pipe from the cistern. It sometimes took several
days for them to disappear, but some-one was taking them, and I really
wanted to find out who. How old was he, did he wank while he read my
stories, would he let a schoolboy wank him off? In bed at night, I’d think
about him. After finishing a story one afternoon, I wrote ” boyfriend
available” on the bottom and left it behind the pipe.
Two or three days later it disappeared, but the very next day, there was a
reply, “Retired gent interested”. I wrote him a note, telling him that I
visited at 4.00 most weekday afternoons, and at weekends. The next day, I
saw a bicycle propped up in the dark passageway. Nervously, I entered the
toilet. The cubicle door was shut. I wondered if he was in there, and hung
around for a couple of minutes, but then left. I hid behind a nearby tree
and waited. Several minutes later I saw an elderly man come out of the
toilet and cycle off. He must have been around 70, plump and bald. I
quickly walked over to the toilet and entered the cubicle. Tucked behind
the pipe was a magazine. I closed the door, took the magazine and sat on
the toilet seat. Wow, it was called “Schoolboy Secrets”, and had dozens of
pages of pictures of men and boys together, kissing, wanking each other and
then sucking. I had only heard about cock sucking, but it looked so
natural. My trousers and pants were soon around my ankles, wanking, as I
continued to flick through the magazine. Then, halfway through I saw my
first picture of fucking. Again I had heard about it, but here I was seeing
stiff cocks sliding into tight bottoms in all sorts of positions.
My wank was disturbed by the sound of someone entering the toilet. I
stopped wanking and listened. After a while I heard paper being torn, and
then a note was pushed under the door. I reached down and picked it up. It
said “Are you enjoying the magazine. Would you like to be my boyfriend, and
let me kiss you”? I was trembling with nerves, but somehow whispered
“Yes”. “Then unlock the door” came a soft reply. I stood up, pulled back
the bolt and sat back down. The door swung very slowly open, and there
stood my new friend dressed in an anorak and trousers. He looked me up and
down, sitting in front of him, trousers and pants down, hand on cock. “You
look lovely” he whispered very softly, as he stepped into the
cubicle. After bolting the door again, he turned and stood there, only
inches from me, and started to unzip his anorak. Slipping it off, he hung
it on the hook behind him, then turned and began to undo the buttons of his
shirt. I watched in silence, as he exposed his hairless chest, and then his
big chubby tummy, again with no hair. “I’m Jim” he whispered very quietly
“Who are you”? “My name’s Peter” I blurted out a little too loudly. He put
his finger up to his lips to silence me. “Sorry” I mouthed back to him. The
shirt was eased off and hung on the hook. “Have you ever seen a naked man”?
He whispered. I shook my head.
He slowly knelt down in front of me and slipped my trousers and pants off
over my shoes. “Give Jim a kiss” he whispered, holding my clothes, and
leaning towards me. “Put your arms around Jim’s neck and kiss me” he said
slightly louder. I let go of my cock and did as I was told, slipping my
arms around his neck, and planting a quick kiss on his lips, then another
and another. I could feel the stubble around his mouth, and it somehow felt
good, and reassuring. Several kisses later, I was getting used to Jim’s
stubble, and even though I was kissing a semi-naked man in a locked toilet
cubicle, it didn’t seem dirty or naughty in any way, but I was happy that
my school-friends couldn’t see me. I was experienced at handling smooth
schoolboy cocks, and watching them cum as I wanked them off, but any minute
now, I was going to be shown a mans’ cock. What would it look like, I
wondered, how big would it be, and would it be covered in bushy hair. So
many questions were in my head, when I first felt Jim’s tongue licking at
my lips.
Again and again, it licked me, and for some reason I found myself parting
my lips, and letting his tongue into my mouth. Once again, it didn’t feel
disgusting or wrong, just something that a man and a boy could do in
private, where no-one could see them. Between kisses, Jim whispered “Oh
Peter, you’re a beautiful boy, and I want you to be my boyfriend” I just
nodded, and his tongue soon slipped back into my mouth. “Get up Peter” Jim
said “I’ll sit there and you can sit on me lap” Again I nodded, and did as
I was told. “Slip the rest of your clothes off” he whispered in my ear as I
stood beside him. In the cramped space, I wriggled out of my school shirt
and jumper, and dropped them on the filthy floor. Jim dropped my trousers
and pants on top of them and kissed me again. Being taller than me, I had
to tilt my head back, and this felt so right, especially when he slipped
one arm around me, and eased the other hand between us to start playing
with my boy-cock. “Oh Jim” I wheezed “That feels so nice” “Good” sighed Jim
“Having a beautiful young boy in my arms is nice to. Good job no-one can
see us” I nodded between kisses and added “Especially my Mum. She’s often
warned me about going off with dirty old men” Jim looked down at me “I’m
not a dirty old man” He whispered “I just like to be with young boys like
you”. Another kiss, then “Why don’t you undo my belt and trousers Peter”?
During the next kiss I reached down and fumbled with the belt
buckle. Eventually I undid it, then the trouser fastening, and finally,
reached for the zip. As it started to move downwards, my knuckles were
rubbing against his underpants, and from the pattern, I could tell they
were Y-Fronts, my favorite. I’d had my hands inside hundreds of pairs of
y-fronts, playing with boys of all ages up to 16. I loved watching the
movement in the front of the pants as my hand worked inside them, bringing
the boy to a full erection, before I’d pull them down and wank him off
properly.
I heard Jim’s trousers fall to the floor, and I automatically cupped my
hand over the “Y” of his pants, and began to play. “Oh Peter” he sighed and
the kissing got more intense. I’d done it so many time before, easing my
hand down inside Jim’s pants, I did without thinking. Funny, I thought, no
hair, just light stubble, and then my fingertips found his cock. Wow,
almost fully stiff, not too long and nice thickness. I began my wanking
movements and soon I heard “Oh Peter, let me take my pants off and sit
down. I eased my hand out and look down. Because of his big chubby belly, I
couldn’t see his cock, but just watched as he slipped the pants down and
let them fall to his ankles. I moved round so that my back was against the
door, and watched as he wriggled around and slowly sat down on the toilet
seat in front of me. Wow….there was his cock, totally hairless, standing
straight up, as if pointing at me. “Sit here” I heard his sigh, and saw him
patting his left thigh. He opened his legs wide, letting me ease in between them, and then I slowly lowered myself down, placing my bare bottom on his nice big thigh. I felt his left arm ease round me, and his left hand then pushing under my bottom. I lifted myself slightly, and let his hand ease
right under my bottom. I held myself there as his fingertips ran along
between my cheeks, to and fro, to and fro. Every time they slid over my
boy-hole, I shuddered with excitement, and moaned. “Is that nice Peter”? he
asked. “YES” I sighed. The fingers stopped and one of them pushed at my
secret entrance. Again and again, then OOOOOOOhhhhhhh it slipped into me. I
sat down on his hand, trapping his finger inside me. I felt it wiggling
around, and it was so gorgeous. He managed to straighten the finger and it
slid further into me. “Is that nice, having a bit if me inside you Peter”,
he asked between long tongue filled kisses. “Oh yes Jim, it is” I wheezed,
looking down at his cock-head, which was still looking up at me. “Maybe one
day that could be up inside your bottom” he said, also looking down at his
fully erect cock. I reached down and took hold of it, slowly wanking
it. “Would you like that” he asked “Would you like my cock up inside your
bottom”
I just nodded, and let him kiss me again. “Perhaps you’d like to sit on my
lap, slowly lowering your bottom down onto my cock, until you have all of
it inside you. Would you like that”? I nodded and let him kiss me
again. “All you’d have to do then is ride up and down, sort of wanking me
with you bottom, until I cum inside you. Does that sound good”? I nodded
again and looked down at my hand, working up and down on his hairless
cock. Without the hair, it was just like wanking off a school-boy. His
spare hand settled in my lap and started to wank me off. We both looked
down, his chubby tummy was resting on my right thigh, and wobbling in time
with our wanking movements. His finger was easing in and out slightly and
wriggling about, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down at his
cock-head, with my hand working on it, and I knew that I wanted it up
inside me as soon as possible. More and more kisses, then “OH Jim, I’m
cumming” just came out as a shout, and, as we both looked down, saw 3 or 4
school-boy spurts of cum shoot out and land on his hand and my leg. “And
me”? he said. Again we both looked down, and WOW, saw lots of big powerful
spurts of heavenly, thick, white cum shoot upwards and fall all over our
hands and legs, some making splattering sounds as it fell onto the dirty
concrete floor. Luckily it missed our clothes, which were scattered all
around us. As I stood up, I felt Jim ease his finger out of my bottom, and
I missed it being there. Jim turned me to face him and then pulled me
towards him. Suddenly I was looking down to see my little cock being
swallowed by his mouth. It felt so lovely, and as he pulled back he
whispered “Your cum tastes lovely Peter. That’s another place that cocks
like to go, into loving mouths”
I didn’t nod or say anything, but Jim got me to sit on the toilet seat,
stepped up to me, and began to rub his cum-covered cock-head around my
cheeks and lips. It ran across my lips several times before I heard “Come
on Peter, let Jim’s cock into your mouth for a few moments. No-one can see
us, no-one will know, it’ll be our secret”. I poked my tongue out a little
and tasted the helmet as it slid across, and the next time it slid towards
my lips, I parted them. Jim eased it in and held it there. “Would you like
to come to my flat tomorrow, after school”? I nodded with his cock still in
my mouth.
The End
