Desirable Me Part 5
It was like this, variety entered my life once more when Wyat taking me aside, made a proposal - would I like a game of squash? Innocent maybe - not likely. Now so far that year Mike had made the running with his room directly opposite mine, so Wyat must have been feeling pretty sex starved. Of course I knew what went on at those squash courts, the blond tart was often up there and I thought to myself "why not, he's not the only one that can get fucked there!". By the way, Wyat of course didn't know that Mike had sort of...taken my virginity, or that he'd be in for a surprise...I made a note to take a tube of Vaseline with me, I was looking forward to it.
As we approached the courts all was quiet, no sounds of activity and then two boys emerged, one trying to look nonchalant and the other, flushed and blond smiled at us knowingly passing with a cryptic "good luck" addressed to Wyat. I felt smug for ever since Mike had fucked me in that bathroom and after, I knew I could compete with the little tart and for the first time I wondered what it would be like to....... I heard the door snick to behind us, Wyat was breathing hard, the forced abstinence must have been difficult for next I knew, my gym shorts were down around my ankles. Backed against the wall for a while I submitted to his desperate kisses before breaking away "Hey, hey, steady there...wait on. Just let me..." and rummaging in my discarded shorts I produced the important tube. Wyat looked uncomprehending but when I applied the stuff to a finger and made a show of inserting it between my cheeks, he simply muttered "Oh God, yes...yess". Offering him the tube I suggested "Here then, you do it" and posed with buttocks thrust out...he took his time over it I must say but as I looked at it his erection was harder and taller than it had ever been - I was very glad for the Vaseline. Once finished though, he wasted no time and I found myself being bent over the nearest bench... "Easy now, gentle...please" Then followed the by now familiar pressure and sudden parting, I was enjoying it and being bent over, it seemed he was able to penetrate further, I thought something inside would burst!
Wyat had his hands on my hips at first but then he removed one and I felt fingers on my penis..oh wow, I was being masturbated as he fucked me..it was rather nice. Bent over as I was I noticed something on the floor, a small puddle of some gooey liquid, realisation dawned - it must have been deposited by the little blond or his partner..I made a mental note to try and add to it, kinky! Poor Wyat couldn't last long, the end was violent and sudden and strangely I didn't feel resentment..after all I saw it as an achievement on my part and anyway something told me that sex starved as he was, it wouldn't be long before he'd be at me again. Fortunately it turned out we didn't have long to wait - we had the court booked for limited time only - and this time he was more considered in his thrusts, obviously savouring me as he slid in and out, my own excitement mounted and then, suddenly I convulsed to dribble a trickle onto what was already puddled on the floor...behind me my partner shuddered, he tried to suppress his gasps but moans were clearly audible, both his and mine. Wyat slowly finished pumping his stuff into me and reluctantly, withdrew.
I was still getting used to being fucked, I was a bit sore of course but thought it a sort of - souvenir, weird I know but at least I no longer experienced the initial burning pain of penetration, the lubricant helped too. I still wasn't certain of what to make of it all, was the pleasure physical - or psychological? You see, I loved the feeling of being filled and stretched inside and when whoever it was pulled out, I felt sort of deprived and I suppose that each time it was done to me, I enjoyed it a bit more. Then of course there's the sense of, well, power...he's in me or wanting to badly and there's the helpless panting, it was a complicated thing.
It grew even more complicated, it was OK during term time for Mike was now far more attentive, I had grown bolder too and frequently it would be me that crossed the corridor at night but the holidays, well they were in one respect very hard to cope with and there could be pitfalls. I was lucky. Toilet art, those crude scribbles, messages to young boys asking for assignations, hastily drawn art works all showing what men wanted to do to boys like me...I'd found some in a Gents not far from home. Standing at a urinal I paused with penis in hand becoming absorbed in the strangely erotic, roughly sketched cartoons, absent mindedly almost I began to masturbate.
I was startled by the soft voice..."Mmmmm, they get me that way too". It was a young man who spoke "They have a certain something don't they? They make me want to do things too..." I knew what he meant and I could see his hand move up and down as he spoke, and I could see he was watching me. It was a bit of a turn on to stand there like that watching each other as we pleasured ourselves, in fact I rather liked the skilled way he did it...made me wonder what he'd be like with me and I think he guessed because his hand reached over and gently began to caress my prick, helpless to do otherwise I did the same for him..ooh it felt nice. "Here, let's go in the end one, unlikely in this place by someone COULD walk in". He was right of course and once inside the cubicle with door bolted we became busy with one another once more. Neither of us was in a hurry and both were good at what we were doing "You are very attractive you know....oh my...look at these, aren't they sexy?" More kinky scenes were drawn on the partition, again it was men with boys..brief captions such as "He'd followed me from the station and I took a short cut across the heath. Coming up behind me he pulled my trousers down and when he saw I was wearing nylons, he laid me on my back and fucked me with my knees under my chin". I nearly came reading that one "This one is nice" I croaked and he nodded and then I added in a whisper "Do you want to ...fuck me...but I don't have anything?". His answer, if you come to these places, always carry something and he reached into his pocket. He spread me with the palms of my hands against the wall, buttocks outthrust and my body began to rock back and forth, yes I was being fucked by a stranger in a public lavatory - and loving it! Meanwhile his hands were everywhere, restlessly roaming my body "Such a sexy boy...let's do this slowly now, how's it going? Nice? That's good...and you're lovely and tight....new to fucking are you?" I nodded "Wish I'd started sooner but...my hole was...too tight but....I think I'm making up for it". Something inside me sprang into life and sent shivers throughout, shivers of pure, intense, pleasure "God, what did you do to me?" "Hush sweetie...that was your prostate, if I'm careful..like this.." and he did it again. Panting and shaking I let him have his way with me until the shadows outside began to lengthen, I knew I would be really sore on the morrow but - wow!