This is a tale of sexual discovery based on truth.
If you're under eighteen or have no interest in gay male sexuality then you really shouldn't this ...
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Fuck! I didn't know any of it was for real!
I just enjoyed reading the filthy stories and looking at the crude drawings. It never occurred to me that the blatant invitations to "Fuck me senseless" or "Suck my 11 inches" were real ...
I was cycling back to my flat at about 11.00pm one night after visiting a friend: a cool, calm late-spring night. And I was feeling as horny as fuck. The friend I'd been visiting had been boasting about his sexual conquests with some silly blonde bitch and between his graphic descriptions of their coupling and the two-or-three joints we'd managed to consume, my dick was rock-hard and my nineteen-year-old hormones were racing. I needed to get off and I couldn't wait till I got back home.
The public bogs by the Chapman Gardens seemed to be the most obvious place to duck into for a quick wank. It even occurred to me that since there were never any lights on inside, nobody else would be using the place this late at night. If I took my cycle lamp in there, I could really take my time and read all the filth scrawled on the walls.
Ah, innocence ...
There were a few cars parked out on the road but nobody was in them: they obviously belonged to the people who were happily tucked up in their cosy domestic beds in the ticky-tacky houses on the other side of the road. Nobody would see me stow my bike behind the bogs and duck in there, cycle-lamp in hand ... Of course, it never occurred to me that the owners of those cars might be skulking in the bushes nearby, just waiting for an innocent, horny nineteen-year-old university student ...
The bog had a standard raw-concrete floor, a 10-foot tiled urinal wall and four stalls. And it stunk: piss, shit, sweat, and, overpowering it all, the stench of those bloody awful disinfectant blocks that lurked in the bottom of the urinal.
I headed for the furthest stall - this always had the horniest graffiti - and, because of the deafening silence, eased the door shut. With one hand I held my lamp as it shone on the wall, searching for fresh graffiti, while my other hand hooked my rock-hard dick out of my pants and started to pump - slowly, methodically. I had all night to read this stuff at my ease and stroke my dick: nobody was likely to come in at this hour to interrupt me.
"25yo Maori dude with 8inches needs pakeha arse. Be here 2pm Thurs" I read.
"My wife wants to see me being fucked. Call Harold 623-4571"
"Please feed me your cock. And fuck me up the ass."
"To the guy who fucked me and spunked all over my face - I will be here same time next week"
Fuck, I thought, some people really have horny imaginations ...
After greedily devouring all this erudite literature, I switched off the lamp, slipped out of the stall and pushed open the door to the stall next-door - but it met with some resistance ...
Oh, fuck! I thought. There was obviously someone in there! They must have seen the spill from my light playing over the walls: they must know what I've been doing!
Feeling as guilty as hell, I turned on my heel to beat a hasty retreat only to be shocked at what I saw. My eyes had started to adjust to the darkness and I could just make out the shapes of at least five other guys in various positions around the urinal wall.
Now I was fucking scared! What the fuck was going on?
I bolted for the exit but my way was blocked by someone else coming in. I didn't understand - why the fuck was this place so busy at 11pm on a Tuesday night?!
I hastily backed myself into the nearest stall and bolted the door. I'd just wait till things quietened down and then slip out ... I let my panicked breathing return to normal and concentrated on my surroundings. A dim light from the outside streetlamps shone in through the open ventilation grills at the top of the clinker-brick walls ... a thick plywood wall separated my stall and the next one to it ... there was a hole in the plywood ...
I also became aware of the noises - not only the distant traffic and insect noises, but the sounds of shuffling, the rustling of clothing, from within the building ...
Then I heard three tentative knocks on the door of my stall.
"Hey," came a whispered voice on the other side, "you wanna get off?"
Terrified, I responded with frozen silence.
I heard the rustling and footsteps outside as my whisperer moved into the stall next door.
"Hey, man," came the voice from the hole in the wall. "Give me your cock, man ... I wanna suck it, man ..."
Despite the gloom, I could see his mouth moving in the hole in the plywood wall; he stuck his tongue way out.
It's strange what thoughts cross through your mind when you're scared shitless ...
To have his mouth at the level of that hole, he must be kneeling, I thought, to be that low down ... You'd have to be a really filthy sort of fucker to kneel down on the piss splattered floor of a public toilet ...
"C'mon, man," he continued, "you wanna suck my dick? That it? Yeah? You wanna suck on my big dick and make me cum? Yeah?"
He was starting to sound like all those dirty messages I'd read on the walls. That's when I figured it out ... They were for real! I'd assumed that all the invitations to suck cock or fuck arse were just the horny figments of a few sick imaginations - but, fuck! These things really happened! All these men here were responding to the messages! They were here to suck cock! They were here to fuck arse ....
"Yeah, c'mon, man! Suck on my big cock ..."
The voice sounded muffled. I looked down. The hole that the guy had been talking through was now framing his dick: a fat 7 inch slab of hooded man-meat.
There's something to be said for instinct.
I'd never sucked cock before, never even touched a cock apart from my own but the sight of that rock-hard lump of flesh seemed to open up the 'Slut' channel in my brain and I was down on my knees slurping dick before I even registered what the fuck I was doing! Ten seconds before I was disgusted at the idea of this guy kneeling in a public toilet - now I was not only kneeling, I had his dick down my fucking throat and was slurping away like nobody's-fucking-business!
"Oh, fuck, man! Yeah! Suck my fucking cock ... fuck ... yeah ... mmmm ..." He certainly wasn't whispering any more!
I heard another voice on the other side of the stall door - "You like sucking his dick, boy? Hmm? You a good cocksucker, baby?"
Dammit, I loved sucking dick! It felt so dirty, so naughty - but so fucking good! Sucking all of that silky-smooth, rock-hard man dick into the back of my throat ... Somehow my saliva glands were working overtime and I was drooling like a fucking maniac but I didn't give a shit!
Suddenly the focus of my life was withdrawn and my eager mouth made contact with another mouth ... I leapt back in shock and surprise.
"Fuck, man, you're a great fucking cocksucker!" whispered the mouth. "Let me do you, man; c'mon, shove your dick through the hole and let me suck you."
Frankly, I didn't need to be asked twice! My dick was rock hard and begging for some attention, and here was a hot, wet mouth that wanted to suck on it. I unhooked my dick from my pants and aimed it right at that hole. Fuck! the guy taking me had no troubles swallowing my meat in one fucking go! He was working his throat to massage my head and his tongue was wrapping itself round my shaft. This felt so fucking good! My whole body was shaking as waves of sheer pleasure convulsed through me. I was pressed up against the wall trying to get was much of my dick through that hole as possible.
The guy slowly backed off my dick and just concentrated on the head, using the tip of his tongue, his teeth and lips to lick, nibble and nip around the edge of my cock-head. He teased his tongue into my fuckin piss slit then suddenly wrapped his lips around the whole head and sucked almost painfully hard. He forced my dick-head to roof his mouth and rubbed it against his upper palate ... this guy knew every fuckin trick in the book and I was just loving the fuckin journey.
I was aware of voices outside the stall ...
"Yeah, baby, that's how a real man sucks dick. You like having my buddy suck on yer meat? Hmmm?"
"Fuck, that's a nice piece of fuckin meat! Look at that boy's meat! Fuck! I wanna swing on that too!"
... but I couldn't give a shit! I was too damned busy enjoying myself! I was gripping on to the top of the partition wall and moaning like a cheap whore!
Suddenly the guy again encased my entire dick and then started pumping up and down on my entire dick. The constant pressure of his sucking and the hot wet friction of his pumping had me blasting a huge fuckin load down the dudes throat. I heard myself screaming out loud as the guy swallowed my dick down his throat and sucked the juice from my wildly spasming dick. Fuck! It was the most mind-blowing fuckin orgasm I'd ever had!
As the passion of the moment cleared, I staggered backwards in the stall, crashed into the opposite wall and then slumped down into relaxed crouch, totally drained of all energy.
I heard a couple of guys outside chuckle.
"Fuckin hot, man," said my mystery cock-sucker through the hole. "Yeah, you got a great fuckin dick ... fits down my fuckin throat real good ... Hey, you okay, man?"
I looked over toward the hole and grinned. "Fuck, yeah," I said, "that was fuckin awesome, dude."
"Hey," he continued, "you wanna smoke, man? I got a fuckin joint if that's cool. C'mon out an' meet the others an' I'll spark up."
Now, various scenarios ran through my head. I could decline his offer and just stay in the stall until they all cleared out ... surely they wouldn't bust it open or anything? I could open the stall door and escape as quickly as possible, grab my bike and get the fuck out of there. Or I could share a joint with these guys and see what the fuck happened.
There were seven guys in all.
As I opened the stall door I saw them all. One guy was on his knees sucking another's dick but the rest of them were leaning against the walls, casually stroking their own dicks. There was one dude, about 50, big hairy bastard who wore jeans and a plaid shirt, open in front to show off his beefy belly and chest. Another dude was completely naked except for a pair of combat boots. He had a shaved head and a strong, muscular body - work muscle, not gym muscle ... The guy having his dick sucked was a balding guy in his 40s wearing a blue business shirt and slacks. An intriguing mix ...
The guy who'd just swallowed my load was leaning in the doorway of 'his' stall. He was a tall Polynesian dude, about 25, with long curly hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a red singlet which showed off his broad shoulders, narrow waist and long, slender muscles.
"I'm Atapo," he grinned, handing me the joint he'd just lit, "and I like your fuckin dick, man!"
His grin was infectious and I couldn't help returning it.
"Well, my fuckin dick sure likes your fuckin throat!" I said.
Atapo threw his head back and roared with laughter while I sucked on the joint.
"This here's Doug," said Atapo, indicating a shaven-headed dude who was stroking an impressive hunk of man-meat and yanking viciously on his nuts. "He's my real special fuck-bud ..."
I grinned at Doug and passed the joint to him.
"Gidday, Doug," I said as I slipped to my knees. "Any friends of Atapo's a friend of mine ..."
I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked: fukkit! I'd abandoned my inhibitions and given in to the lust of testosterone.
Somebody laughed - "Fresh meat!" he barked.
As I kneeled on that piss-soaked floor sucking a stranger's dick, someone started to finger my arse ....
I was home ...
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