Submitted by mrgrippy@demeter.demon.co.uk Date :- 20/02/96
IMPORTANT
This is a true story which contains graphic and explicit details of gay sex between consenting adult men. It has been written solely for entertainment and is no way to be considered a guide to acceptable behaviour (as if !!). If you are offended by such material or if you are a minor who is legally denied viewing such materials then you are requested not to read any further (yeah, like who are you trying to kid ??!!). Don't say you have not been warned !! * * *
FIRST TIME FUN
I've written this to let those that are perhaps still not certain, just like I was, just how much fun two like-minded guys can have together.
I don't think that I'm a gay in the real sense, I could never in a million years have anywhere near the same type of relationship with another man as I do with my girlfriend, and the thought of having a good frenchy with another bloke just puts me right off my fish and chips. But whenever Rachael gave me a blow job and I glanced down at her, saw her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her cheeks moving in and out and her lovely throat convulse as I spunked in her mouth I got to wondering. How would a big throbbing cock taste and feel in my mouth ?, would I enjoy it as a ton of hot spunk shoots down my throat ? and more importantly how would it feel to have my bum well and truly shafted by a big, spunk gorged cock ?
Certainly, and like a number of guys I suspect, I've managed to lick the end of my cock while wanking and have enjoyed both the taste and sensation, but have somehow always chickened out of actually coming into my open mouth. Likewise I find the feel of something shoved up my arse a big turn on, indeed, my strongest orgasms have occurred when I've been shafting my tight hole with a thick courgette during my solo wanking sessions. But whether giving a blow job or being fucked for real would prove enjoyable was something increasingly on my mind.
Well, a couple of months ago I had just such an opportunity to put such questions to the test. I work as a computer programmer for a small firm specialising in industrial robots and in July last year I was sent on a weeks familiarisation course designed for the latest version of the control language we are currently using. The actual course took place at our plush office in the centre of Bristol, however, a chance cock up meant my accommodation was situated about 5 miles away. This meant an annoying rush hour drive during the mornings but, as I was later to find out, this did provide distinct advantages for which I will be forever grateful.
The drive to Bristol was boringly normal and uneventful and, thanks to an excellent map provided by the firm, I soon found myself approaching the furnished house in which I was booked to stay. The house was positioned in a pleasantly quiet street but due to the narrowness of the road it was advised that I park the car in a small carpark some five minutes walk away. So, after having unpacked my belongings from the boot of the car I drove along the street, around the corner and into the small carpark situated a little further along on the left.
The carpark it's self was a pleasant surprise, although fairly small it was secluded and delightfully quiet, something which meant parking spaces were plentiful, while the high wall surrounding the park was smothered in climbing plants and gave a lovely rural feel to the place. It was a really gorgeous summer's day so after locking the car door I just stood there for a moment enjoying the sun and marvelling at the peace and quiet of a place so near to the smelly hustle of Bristol. It was during this cursory look around that I noticed the Gents toilets tucked away in the lower corner it's walls, like those of the carpark, well covered in Ivy. Well, in my experience gents toilets can be most 'interesting' places to investigate, especially ones away from the public gaze as these were, so, as I slowly walked back to my accommodation, I made a mental promise to myself to check out these toilets as soon as time allowed.
I spent the next hour or so unpacking my luggage, readying my brief case for the induction meeting later that afternoon and generally familiarising myself with the surprisingly pleasant surroundings of the house that was to be my new home for the next week. Sitting down with a cup of coffee I took the opportunity to relax while I could, glancing at my watch I saw it was about 2.00pm which meant I had a couple of hours to kill before the induction meeting scheduled at 4.00pm; a realisation which helped me relax even more. 'Mmm' I thought to myself, 'that gives me about 1 1/2 hours to kill'.
Bristol was a very familiar city to me having had several meetings there by now, hell, I could probably find my way to the training offices blindfolded by now so the next few hours were quite literally mine. It was then that I remembered those secluded toilets and how interesting they might prove to be, subconsciously I began to fondle my stiffening cock through my trousers as my mind lingered on the thought and my imagination began to kick in. Hell, I knew that once the course began free time would be a pretty rare thing so I downed the last of my coffee, changed into jeans and a casual shirt, shoved a pack of condoms into my trouser pockets (wishful thinking perhaps) and made my way, rather nervously, to the toilets.
As I walked towards the carpark I became increasingly hornier, my cock growing almost with each step as it rubbed between my skin and tight pants. By the time I actually reached the toilets I had developed a raging hardon and quite a large wet patch in my pants. With a mixture of relief and disappointment I found on entering the toilets that nobody was about and so I took the opportunity to give the place a good look over.
There were three cubicles in all (why is it always fucking three?) , and I was more than happy to find the centre cubicle had two cock sized holes drilled into the left hand and one in the right hand chipboard walls. The centre cubicle also had two finger sized holes bored through the door, one at about waist height and the other at about eye level. The walls of all three cubicles were well decorated with the usual graffiti, a mixture of messages asking for gay rendezvous and crude drawings of spurting cocks, bums and women blessed with erect dicks. Funny how bog graffiti seems to be of the same type and style throughout Britain. In addition most walls had faint streaks of shit no doubt smeared by probing fingers while all walls, particularly those of the centre cubicle, were well embellished with yellowish streaks of dried spunk.
Well, it was obvious from the dates quoted in some of the graffiti, and the freshness of some of the many spunk streaks on the walls, that these bogs were indeed still frequented by active gays, talk about making my day. All during my exploration of course I had my hand shoved down my pants actively rubbing my hot, sticky cock so by now I had developed a raging hardon which just had to be tended to. Choosing the left hand cubicle I locked the door behind me eased out my throbbing gristle slipped on a condom and proceeded to have a good wank, while I was at it I shoved my left hand down the back of my pants and fingered my ring-piece just for good measure. Within a very short time I had jissomed, shouting loudly as I did so, and shooting what seemed to be a pint of thick spunk into the condom. After a few minutes I peeled off the condom from my softening slimy cock and laid it on the toilet seat, to add the finishing touch I squeezed out every last drop of spunk from my soft cock and dripped it over the condom.
I was determined that the next time I paid a visit I would not go solo so I wrote a quick message on the seat alongside the condom saying that I was on the look out for some gay fun and that I would be back at about 7.30pm that evening. So, having relieved my throbbing dick I tidied myself up, washed my hands and made my way back to the house to prepare for the start of the course.
Well, as things turned out my induction meeting went on rather longer than expected which resulted in me not getting back to my accommodation until about 9.00pm. During the drive from the induction meeting I was painfully aware that I would have missed my rendezvous with any guy who might have read my message, this annoyed me somewhat since my cock, once again stiff and sticky, signalled my readiness for some gay fun. After parking the car I made my way swiftly back to the house, changed into my casual gear once again and, with condoms still in my pocket, once again made my way to the toilets.
I must admit to being very nervous at this point, this was the first time that I had ever done such a thing and second thoughts were now beginning to enter my mind. Would I really enjoy giving someone a blow-job or having the living daylights fucked out of me by a bum crazy poof ? Perhaps a gay hater had read the message and was now lying in wait, along with a couple of his buddies, relishing the idea of doing a bit of Saturday night gay bashing.
But what the hell, nothing ventured nothing gained, besides, I was so late for my 7.30pm rendezvous anyhow that anyone who might have been interested had probably got pissed off with waiting and had fucked off home by now. So it was with renewed confidence and a very stiff cock that I entered the toilets.
Sure enough, the cubicles were empty, the doors to all three wide open, oh well I thought, another quick hand shandy by the looks of it. However, I did notice a short oldish man stood at the urinals having a piss, turning his head over his left shoulder he briefly looked me up and down before returning to the job in hand, so to speak. So as not raise any suspicion I made my way to the urinals and standing as far away as possible from the old man untangled my hard cock from my pants and tried, in vain, to have a leak.
Soon I noticed however out of the corner of my eye that the old man himself had a raging hard on and what's more he was gently giving it a slow wank while glancing at the direction at my own very obviously throbbing shaft. This is what I had been waiting for, without so much as a second thought I turned and faced the old man and with one hand pulling my foreskin way back gave him a good eyeful before walking up alongside him.
By the time I stood beside the old man he had stopped playing with his cock and had turned to face me, his meat throbbing and dancing infront of him. It was a nice specimen, not overly long but nice and thick with loads of purple veins, a glistening coat of slimy pre-come coated the helmet making his member look particularly suckable.
Hesitantly I reached out and grasped his cock and slowly worked his foreskin backwards and forwards, the old man obviously enjoyed this attention since, closing his eyes, he began to moan quietly to himself as his cock grew harder and hotter in my hand. A big blob of clear fluid soon seeped from the eye of his cock which I wiped away with my thumb and messaged gently into his silky smooth, slimy and distinctly purple helmet. Grasping my own throbbing prick with my other hand I bought the ends of our pricks together, the sensation was incredible as I moved our meat in a circular motion in a sort of prick to prick massage. Soon I had to break off as I knew we were both on the verge of shooting our loads, something I didn't want to happen quite just yet. I asked the old man if he was interested in some real fun to which he nodded enthusiastically. So with our cocks still enjoying the fresh air we made our way to the centre cubicle to partake in something a little more serious.
Once safely behind the locked door I proceeded to undress in front of the old man, I was rather slow and deliberate in my movements stopping to give my cock a gentle tug every now and then. By now the old man was getting very excited and was pulling away like crazy, I told him to stop since I was the one that wanted to make him come either using my hand or mouth or, better still, my bum. Once down to my Y-fronts and with my cock sticking out bigger and harder than I think it's ever been before I turned my attention to the old man. Nervous and fumbling I managed to un-buckle the old mans belt and slip his trousers down to his ankles, next came down his pants to reveal his cock in it's full glory complete with the droopiest, hairiest pair of bollocks I think I am ever likely to see.
By now the old man had lost control and as I stood there admiring his tackle he unexpectedly embraced me pulling me against him and shoving his hands down the back of my pants. Then he roughly played with my firm bum, squeezing, rubbing and stroking my cheeks before probing my shitty hole with rough, hard hands all the time grinding his naked crutch against my exposed dick. Boy, the sensation was amazing, the feeling when one of his fingers entered me and moved about inside my shit-box was so great that I nearly shot my load, hell, I just knew I had to have his prick inside of me next. I told him to stop so that I could remove my pants for him, once he obliged I turned my back to him and slowly peeled off my pants, then, with hands resting on the toilet seat and with legs splayed bent over sharply and waited for the old man to get to work.
Within seconds he was back to work on my bum causing me to wince as his rough dry finger forced it's way through my shitty hole and into the inside of me. I glanced over my shoulder to try and get some idea of where his cock was when suddenly, the inevitable happened. With a sudden flurry of his hand he came, a long squirt of spunk shot from the end of his cock and hit me bang on the left cheek. There seemed to be pints of it squirting out violently from his engorged cock hitting me forcibly on my bum, he continued to tug his cock deliberately squirting lovely thick warm spunk over my bum. Suddenly and roughly removing his finger from my hole he finished wringing out his cock over my bum, the lovely kinky old git using my underpants to wipe off his cock and hands. Before the spunk ran down my legs I messaged it all over my bum and into my stinging crack then rubbed some into my pubes before licking the lovely salty remains off my hands.
I straightened myself and turned to face the old man, he was exhausted and just stood there for a few moments with his softening, dripping cock hanging between his legs as he caught his breath.
It was then that I noticed that we had a spectator, through the top most hole in the door I could see someone's eye taking a great interest in what we had been upto and from what I could make out through the lowermost hole he was also giving himself a good fondling. The idea of a spectator watching what we had been upto was a real turn on making me harder than I ever thought possible. Whoever it was that was watching winked a couple of times before disappearing from view, I just knew he would be back before too long.
The old man asked if he could do something about my stiff and very wet cock but I declined the offer, I wanted to save it for my peeping tom. The old man then pulled up his pants and trousers, and said that he had better be getting back to the old folks home before someone reported him missing but did say that he would be back again at about 8.00pm tomorrow night if I was interested. Naturally I agreed without hesitation requesting that next time we take things a bit slower so that his spunk ends up inside my bum rather than outside. His eyes positively lit up upon understanding my innuendo and, grabbing my sticky left cheek roughly, simply said "tomorrow night you'll be begging me to stop". With that he quietly opened the door and had a quick look around before giving my sticky crack a final fingering and then disappearing, leaving me alone in the bog with a very stiff cock and my bum. legs and pubes sticky with his drying spunk.
After locking the door I sat back on the toilet giving my very stiff and sticky cock a gentle tug while waiting in hope for the return of the peeping tom. Sure enough after only a few moments he entered the left hand cubicle and locked the door behind him.
Looking through the hole in the wall I watched him remove his trousers and pants to eventually stand half naked infront of me presenting his rather pathetic cock for my approval. Pathetic or not it was obviously very stiff and he wasted no time in giving it a wank obliging me by bringing the end of his dick right up close to the hole so that I could get a good view. I found this very exciting, the sight of his hand rolling his foreskin backwards and forwards and his angry looking knob growing more moist with each stroke was such a turn on.
As his hand moved faster and faster I knew he was on the point of shooting his load, asking him to move closer to the hole I removed my eye from the hole and replaced it with my open, spunk hungry mouth. Within seconds he came, grunting loudly he shot several streaks of hot, thick spunk through the hole and into my mouth. When I was quite sure he had finished I closed my mouth and swilled the warm, thick, salty fluid around my mouth enjoying it's slightly musty taste and slimy texture for the very first time before spitting it out into my ever useful pants.
I then returned my gaze to the hole to observe him standing there with his dripping prick hanging soft and limp between his spread legs. I knew that I just had to fondle his dick and his bollocks soft and pathetic or not, so asking him to join me I slid back the bolt on my door and sat on the toilet in eager anticipation.
Not even bothering to replace his trousers and pants he quickly joined me in my cubicle his eyes immediately fixing on my fairly large and very stiff cock. I asked him to move closer and spread his legs wide. Slowly I put out my right hand, resting it on the inside of his leg just above his knee I gently messaged him, slowly I bought my hand up higher and higher, every closer to his hairy pleasure. Cupping my hand I fondled his hairy bollocks, they were large and solid and felt wonderfully cold, then I bought in my other hand and really went to work on him, squeezing his balls and pulling at his cock in an attempt to resurrect the dead.
Throwing caution to the wind I decided it was about time I indulged in a bit of cock sucking, besides, it was going to take more than a wanking session to get his cock stiff again. So, being the really well mannered fucker that I am, I asked him if it was all right if I sucked him off. Judging by the look on his face when I asked him I reckon he could hardly believe his luck. He said that he had never come twice in such a short time before and was worried about disappointing me (how cute!), however, I felt certain that he was up to it besides which I was determined to make him spunk into my mouth even if it took all fucking night.
Kneeling down on the floor I got to work on him starting at the inside of his thigh just above his knee kissing and licking my way higher and higher, ever closer to his stirring cock. Soon I was where it mattered most, my nose pressed into his bushy black pubes enjoying his musty slightly fishy smell, and my tongue licking in between that area where his leg joins his crutch, mm, so tasty and smelly down there. With one hand I rubbed his cock hard against my cheek and with the other hand fondled his hardening bollocks, as his meat grew hotter and harder against my cheek I knew that it was working and that before too long I would end the evening giving him a good sucking off.
Once he was good and hard I broke off from my licking and fondling and moved back to study his now very hard and sticky cock. I was determined to make the most of this so for a few moments I just knelt there studying it closely, rolling the foreskin right back, smelling, kissing and licking it along it's vein covered shaft to it's silky helmet, boy, I never dreamt that it could be so cock throbbingly enjoyable to do this to another man's dick.
By know he was pretty frantic and grabbed me by my hair, pulled me towards his crutch and begged me to suck him off. With both hands I roughly grabbed the cheeks of his arse, digging my fingers roughly into his slit. Then with mouth open wide I moved towards his cock taking it's entire rigid, sticky length into my mouth. At last, I was about to give another man the pleasure of my virgin mouth. Although his cock was rather small I was surprised at how big it felt in my mouth, it felt much thicker than it looked and quite long , although not quite long enough to reach down my throat. With his musty, fishy smell combining with the silky smooth softness of his salty tasting cock I was in seventh heaven and knew from then on that cock-sucking was for me.
Moving my head backward and forwards I went to the task of bringing him off helped by his own movements as he thrusted his crutch backwards and forwards in time with me causing his cock to press firmly against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat as he did so.
Soon he started to moan loudly, muttering words of enjoyment and encouragement as I sucked harder at his cock myself grunting and mewing loudly as I sucked. It was even better than I imagined it would be, his cock felt enjoyably big in my mouth and with each suck more thick, salty tasting fluid entered my mouth. Before long our movements become faster and stronger each thrust sending his pube covered crutch banging against my nose.
Soon his cock began twitching in my mouth, this was the signal I had been waiting for. Preparing myself just in time I felt his cock give a violent twitch, for a split second I felt a strong pulse travel quickly down the length of his cock before my mouth filled with his spunk. Several more twitches followed as he finished coming filling my mouth with his warm, thick, spunk, keeping his cock in my mouth I savoured it's salty, musty taste; some of the spunk seeping from around his cock and running down my chin. Then I swallowed it slowly in several small gulps, the sensation as it run slimy down my throat being almost orgasmic, I sucked him hard, extracting every last little bit of spunk before letting his limp member slip from my mouth. Looking up at him I opened my mouth letting him see his spunk contained within, deliberately I let some more dribble down my chin before swallowing the last of it.
Still kneeling down infront of him I gave his entire crutch a good licking and sucking, taking his hairy balls right into my mouth and giving them a good sucking before concentrating once more on his very flaccid prick. Pulling his foreskin right back I gave it a real good licking before taking it once again In my mouth in the hope of making him hard just one more time. This time however I knew it was a lost cause and just had to be content with sucking him clean.
After finishing I got back onto my feet using my pants to wipe his tackle dry of my saliva and to wipe the sticky remains of his spunk from my chin. He was ecstatic about the blow job I had just given him, apparently he head been visiting the toilets for a couple of months but had never had the pleasure of being sucked off.
He glanced down at my very stiff dick congratulating me on it's size and saying that he thought it had been stiff for far too long. Disappointingly cock-sucking never appealed to him but said that he could give me a good wank, well, beggars can't be choosers besides, the thought of another man making me come for the first time was still a real turn on.
He instructed me to take my cock in my hand and press it against my stomach so it was pointing in an upward direction, after removing his tee-shirt he did the same with his own flaccid dick. We then pressed are now naked bodies together, trapping our upward pointing cocks between our bellies, grabbing me roughly by the cheeks of my ass he pulled me even harder against his body; one of his fingers worming it's way delightfully through my hole and into my shit-box.
I grabbed hold of the back of his shoulders moaning with pleasure as he wiggled his finger inside of me, then he started to move his body up and down wanking my cock between our bellies, boy, I knew it wouldn't take much of this to empty my balls. After a few moments he stopped and pulled back slightly, glancing down he looked at our trapped cocks, he asked if my 'lovely cock' would like a wash, not knowing quite what he meant I said yes just praying that what ever it meant I hoped it was kinky. Well, disappointed I was not, for within a few seconds he started to have a good piss, as I glanced down I could see the yellow fluid shooting out of soft glistening cock. As it shot up it soaked our bellies than ran in a warm stream down towards our hairy bollocks before dripping from between our legs onto the tiled floor.
Boy, this was all I needed to get me going, pulling him hard against me I took the initiative and rubbed my body up and down against his in the hope of making myself come. He stood still roughly fingering my hole while I rubbed myself off against him, needless to say it wasn't too long before my swollen cock began to throb violently. With a loud grunt I came, squirt after squirt of spunk shot painfully from my squashed cock, boy what a lovely mess it was down there, two very sweaty, fishy smelling, piss drenched sets of tackle were now also liberally drenched with loads of my thick white spunk.
After the last of several jissoms we just stayed their clinging on to each other, his finger still inside my hole, while I caught my breath. He could see from my glassy eyed expression that I enjoyed the sensation of his finger up my hole so for the last couple of minutes he obliged me by roughly shoving in a second finger then moving them in and out and wiggling them around inside of me while roughly squeezing and fondling the cheeks of my bum with his other hand. He commented on the fact that I must need a crap since he could clearly feel the lumps of shit in my hole, something which made him shove his fingers even deeper and move them about more roughly so he could "really stir my shit" as he put it.
Eventually he removed his finger from my hole and we let each other go, as we separated we both glanced at our genitals, shucks, what a lovely sticky mess. For the last time that night I knelt down in front of him once again and using my pants went about wiping his tackle clean. Every now and then I would stop and sniff my pants and his pubes, by now both were smelling of that lovely musty, slightly fishy sort of smell that one associates with stale spunk.
As I stood up he said "what about this" and held out his fingers that had been shoved up my shit filled hole for so long. Taking one finger and then the other I smeared each of my nipples in turn with a generous streak of my own shit, much to the delight of my new found friend. Then, putting both fingers together, I sniffed their shitty lengths, poked out my tongue and licked their shitty tips before opening my mouth wide and taking them deep into my mouth. For the next few moments I closed my eyes and moaned quietly as I proceeded to suck and swallow every last bit of my bitter tasting shit from them. All the time my partner was bad mouthing me, calling me a filthy perverted young bastard and that next time it would be more than his shit coated fingers I would be sucking.
After withdrawing his fingers we both started to change, since it was now getting quite late and we were both pretty well exhausted to do much more anyway. My pants were in somewhat of a state what with being used numerous times to wipe spunk from hands, chins, cocks and god not what else not too mention the soaking they had received while on the floor during our piss play session. This suited me fine, the thought of my cock and bollocks being made wet with others guys spunk and piss on my walk back to the house causing my cock a slight twitch as I put them on. As we dressed we introduced ourselves, his name was Jeff, he was 55 years old, divorced and moved into a house about 3 miles way just a few months ago. He had been coming to the toilets in the hope of some action ever since he moved in but apart from a quick wank through one of the holes had never had much fun, certainly not as much as he had with me that night.
I told him who I was, what I was doing in Bristol and where I was staying for the next week, his eyes widened as I also told him I still had a virgin bum and that it was a fact I was determined to rectify by the end of my week. As we talked it was clear that we both shared complementary desires, apparently it had been some time since he shafted a decent tight arse, let alone a virgin hole, so he jumped at the chance to come around to my house and give my crack a good deflowering. This suited me fine since not only was he of the right sort of age (I always wanted my hole to be broken in by an oldish guy's meat) but his relatively small cock meant it should not prove too painful an introduction to my shit-box being fucked.
It also transpired that, like me, he was heavily into using shit during wanking and gay sex, something he confirmed when he shoved my hands down the bank of his pants so that I could feel the knobs of shit lining his very hairy crack and the shit encrusted state of his underpants. With that I told him that since tomorrow was Sunday my day would be free, the course not starting until 8.00am Monday, and that if he liked he could come around and we could have some real fun together. He agreed almost before I finished speaking and asked if it was all right to bring along a slightly older friend who would also like to break in my "tight young bubble but" as he put it. Well, the thought of two horny old guys taking turns to bang away at my cock-hungry hole was just too good an opportunity to pass up so I of course agreed most enthusiastically.
Upon this agreement we said a temporary goodbyes to one another and went about our separate ways. Walking back to my house my cock grew quickly hard, partly due to the sensation of my rather foul pants and partly due to the promise of tomorrow. Once in the house I thought about having a decent shower to clean myself up a bit but decided against it in the end, reasoning that my kinky old lovers arriving tomorrow would probably appreciate a young guy whose slim body was still smelling of piss, spunk and a hint of shit from the previous nights activities. So instead I brushed my teeth and hopped straight into bed where I wanked one more time that day, with pools of my spunk settling cold on my stomach and crutch I fell into a dream filled sleep. But it was a dream which came nowhere near to the fantastically kinky gay sex I was to experience with my two old lovers the following day.
But that of course is another story altogether .....
(Boy, sitting here bollock naked while writing this story has given me a hardon that I just can't ignore. So if you will excuse me I'm about to grab a courgette, a tube of KY and give myself a good bum and cock wank; pity you're not here to help)
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