ILLICIT ENCOUNTERS
ONE
Birmingham, 1949. I was on my first leave after completing eight weeks of National Service square-bashing, and I was hell-bent on having some fun. I was wearing my Army uniform, knowing that girls were attracted to it.
I swung off the Number 68 tram at Aston Cross, heading for the dance-hall. But first I needed a piss so I dived into the underground toilets conveniently located by the tram stop. There was no-one else in there. I stood at a stall and started to unbutton my flies. While I was engaged in getting my todger out, another lad rattled down the steps. I glanced at him, about my age, 17 or 18, bomber jacket, large, well-greased quiff of hair, very tight jeans. He took up position three stalls away from me, undid his belt and lowered his jeans slightly. This was necessary as those garments were so tight it was otherwise impossible to extract your tool. This gave me an enticing, though surreptitious, glimpse of the top of his arse-crack.
I finished pissing, shook the drops off my cock and gave him a sideways glance. I could see his arm gently moving in a way that indicated he was stroking his prick. I got an immediate erection and stroked my own weapon. By now we were looking openly at each other. He stepped back a little so I could see his hand working his sizeable organ. I did the same. He gave me a grin, buttoned up and left. I waited the requisite minute before following him. Outside I looked around and saw him examining a shop window. I sauntered slowly towards him. As I approached he walked off and I followed at a discreet distance. He led me to a row of bomb-damaged houses and turned into an entry between two of them. We emerged in a yard covered in bricks and rubble. Climbing through a gap in a wall we entered another yard and were perfectly secluded.
There was no hugging or kissing, we grabbed each other's groins, unbuttoned each other and exposed our dicks. After stroking each other, the lad dropped his jeans and bent over, supporting himself on the partly demolished wall. Although it was dark, the cheeks of his arse gleamed whitely. I dropped my uniform trousers, spat on my hand and lubricated my cock before positioning it against his hole. It wasn't easy to penetrate him, I had to push hard before I felt his sphincter open and engulf my cock. After that it was easier and I managed to get deep inside his rectum. As I fucked him, my hand reached round and wanked his big, thick organ. I hadn't fucked for several weeks and came quickly, squirting my pent-up spunk deep inside him. Pulling out, I offered him my own posterior, my hole already wet and ready. Taking up position behind me, he inserted his whanger, stretching my young anus to its limits. I braced myself and he gave me a quick but satisfying fuck.
We stuffed our tools back in our trousers. He left first and I followed after a discreet interval. We had exchanged no words during this encounter as was the common practice in those days when the act, which was both illegal and considered shameful, was performed quickly and surreptitiously wherever one could find a safe place to do it.
At the dance-hall. I noticed my erstwhile sex partner sitting at a table with his mates. We ignored each other. I danced with several girls and eventually persuaded one to go outside "for a breath of fresh air." I pushed her up against a wall, snogged her and, having been allowed to grope her breasts, boldly put my hand up her skirt. Having stimulated her cunt she readily agreed to removing her knickers. There was no pill in those days so, having pulled on a condom, I managed to get inside her which is not all that easy when you are standing up. There were several other couples outside engaged in the same activity and, while I was fucking her, I glanced at the nearest. The guy was none other than my companion of earlier in the evening! He was fucking his girl like a rabbit, then he noticed me and grinned.
We returned to the dance, again ignoring each other. I saw him round the town once or twice subsequently but each time either he or I was with friends. We never had another encounter but I shall never forget that brief experience in the bombed-out ruins of Aston.