DISCLAIMER: This is the first part of a three part story. None of the characters in the story exist although some of the events are based loosely on the experiences of people I know.
WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex.
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Part 1: Youth
Philip Green looked at his watch and noticed, to his surprise, that it was later than he thought. He had been there twenty-five minutes already, which was longer than he had originally planned to stay, but he decided that he would give it another five minutes and then cut his losses and go home. The youngster who was about to turn eighteen looked around the darkened toilets and decided that he needed to relieve his frustration by having a wank in one of the cubicles. He decided that he would do this, if nothing happened in the next five minutes. In the meantime, the horny youth continued to nurse his rock hard prick and tease the soft velvety head with his fingers and watching the clear pre-cum emerge from his piss slit.
The disappointed teenager knew that there would be enough light in the cubicles to enable him to read the stories on the walls of the whitewashed cubicle and shoot his load over the wall, as he had done several times before. Indeed, the main reason why he was present in the toilet at all was because of a series of events that had started a few weeks earlier.
It had all started in the summer holidays when Phil had been working in the town and employed by his uncle to make deliveries from his shop. Many of the packages were to addresses in a part of the town that the teenager did not know well. Phil's hometown was divided into three distinct areas. There was the area to the north of the centre, where Phil lived with his family, and the district was a quiet residential area largely populated by professional people. In the town centre and around its immediate southern fringes there was the commercial district and a series of run-down estates that were managed by the local council. At the eastern end of the town centre was the school where Phil was a pupil in his final year before going off to University. To the south of the town, there was another affluent area with even large houses than the ones to the north and this was the area where Phil was doing his deliveries for his uncle.
One afternoon, as he was making his way back to his uncle's shop, Phil felt the need to take a leak and noticed that there was a small park, hidden from the rest of the area by a small footpath. The teenager wheeled his bike along the footpath and was pleased to note that there was a small brick building in the far corner, which he correctly guessed was a toilet. When he had parked his bike, Phil went inside and found, to his relief, that the place was deserted and so the teenager stood at the urinal and felt the rush of water jetting out as he emptied his bladder. It was surprisingly bright inside the building and Phil could see that there was a lot of writing on the walls of the two cubicles at the far end. The musty smell of the toilet, which combined the smell of stale urine and the lingering odour of cum, was evidence that this was a place that was used for more than the usual purposes of a toilet. As he had made his last delivery of the day and there was no hurry to return, the youngster decided to investigate further. He zipped up and walked down to the first open door and went inside.
As might be expected, the walls were covered in a collection of lurid drawings of men and boys indulging in a range of sexual activities and accompanied by several, half-obliterated stories of adventures and fantasies. Reading them made Phil go hard and he decided that he would investigate the second cubicle and, when he had decided which had the better stories would wank himself off as he read the most exciting of the accounts. The second cubicle was not as well covered with pictures but contained one very long story, which had Phil pulling his rock hard prick out of his jeans and the teenager began slowly masturbating as he read the words on the wall. It did not take long for the teenager to reach a climax and, with a satisfied moan, Phil's hot spunk sprayed out and splattered against the wall of the cubicle before slowly running down towards the floor. The youngster's load of cum would eventually dry and would add yet another stain to the already heavily marked walls. As he was about to leave, Phil noticed a small chart on the back of the door and he stopped to look at it. Above the chart were a few words that invited fellow wankers' to fill in details about themselves in the chart underneath. Details requested included the age of the person, the size of their cock, whether or not they were cut' and their sexual interests. Phil noted that to date only three people had filled in anything about themselves and they displayed a wide age range from the youngest at 19 to the oldest at 62; similarly the sizes of the cocks varied from a modest but realistic 6" to an unbelievable 11" monster. Two out of the three respondents were uncut and all liked wanking and also enjoyed oral sex while only the 62 year-old expressed an interest in anal sex. Phil paused for a moment trying to decide whether to add his own details to the list but soon realised that he did not have a pen and, in any case, the teenager decided that he really wanted to think further about whether he wanted to commit himself something that was potentially quite so risky.
A couple of days went by as Phil evaluated the pros and cons of adding his details to the toilet chart. Finally he decided that he would so on the grounds that it really did not identify him to anyone else nor was he committing himself to anything more than writing in his details. Again, the teenager had finished his deliveries and was not far from the small park and toilets, so Phil made his way to the location. As before, the place was deserted and no further information had been added to the chart so the horny teenager took out his pen and wrote carefully under each column the answers to the questions: `nearly 18, 5", cut, wanking but may be willing to try oral' and then proceeded to wank off as on the previous visit re-reading the long story on the wall.
It was almost another week before Phil had the chance to go back again but when he did so he was in for a big surprise. The teenager went straight to the cubicle and closed the door. Beside the chart was a message in the same small writing of the 19 year-old whose details were given first in the list. Beside Phil's details the stranger had written: `would love to meet you. I'm 19 and uncut and would be happy to show you the wonders of sucking a cock. Leave message if you want a date. I am genuine, hope you are too.'
Phil felt a mixture of emotions sweep over him. He was excited and terrified at the same time and clearly uncertain as to how to respond. On the one hand, the teenager was being offered the opportunity to widen his sexual experience in a way that he had always hoped but never had the chance to do anything about. For the first time since he had become aware that he was attracted to other boys rather than girls, Phil could experience a relationship with another person. At school he was something of a loner and, although not unpopular, the teenager was aware that he was rarely included in many of his fellow pupils out of school activities. Phil's circle of friends was made up of a few fellow-pupils but among them the subject of sexual activity was rarely discussed. In his class, Phil knew that, apart from two Jewish boys and a Muslim youth, he was the only one to have been cut and also that, among his friend his cock was by far the smallest when flaccid. With the offer on the wall from a complete stranger, Phil knew a chance had come to find out more about himself and his sexuality. On the other hand, Phil was concerned that the person making the offer might be much older than the 19 years he claimed to be and the teenager was worried that he would become a victim of a predator or, even worse, the stranger might turn out to be nothing more than a member of a gang intent on `gay-bashing'.
With all these issues swimming around in his head, Phil needed time to consider and so he sat down on the toilet and allowed himself to mull over his options. Finally, the teenager reached a conclusion and decided that he had nothing to lose initially by agreeing to a meeting. Phil though that he could always escape if he got concerned about the direction events were taking and even leave immediately if the potential partner was someone he found to be suspicious. So, very carefully and deliberately, Phil wrote OK' next to the message from the stranger and then, as an afterthought added, leave suggested date and time, I will check back here in a few days'.
Phil had not liked to add that the reason for the delay was that his summer holiday was at an end and that he would be back at school at the beginning of the following week. This would have two effects. First, it would restrict his ability to get to the toilet frequently and second, it would make it more difficult to make arrangements for times other than the late afternoon or at weekends. This was a problem that proved to be something of a stumbling block as the negotiations took place to find a mutually convenient time for the horny teenager and the stranger to meet. Eventually the day and time had been agreed and Phil was there but his date' had failed to show up. So it was a very hard but disappointed teenager that finally retired into the cubicle. Phil wrote a message next to the agreed time and date where were you? I thought you were genuine!' before wanking himself off and directing his jet of spunk at the chart on the wall where his own details had been recorded.
Just over a mile away, Tom Stokes was rushing into his small bed-sit and flinging his things angrily onto the floor before swearing loudly. The 19 year-old apprentice was in a foul mood, as his employer had promised that he could leave on time that day but, at the last minute, the boss had given him a final job that took him well past his departure time. Looking at his watch the young man realised that there was there was no time that he could get across to the little park where he had arranged to meet the intriguing teenager that had filled his details on the toilet chart and negotiated a time to meet.
When he had first seen the details written up there, Tom had been as suspicious of the genuine nature of the information as Phil had been of Tom's message. However, the older and more experienced man knew how to handle himself and was sufficiently streetwise to be able to cope in even the most difficult circumstances. Furthermore, there seemed a genuine feel to the way the messages from Phil had been written that made Tom feel relaxed on confident. The young apprentice was pleased when a date had finally been agreed and he would get to meet this interesting-sounding young man. And now all that had been snatched from him.
Still cursing at his bad luck and the inconsiderate action of his boss, Tom pondered what he should do and decided that he would go to the toilet anyway because there was just a chance the other teenager might still be there. The young man knew that he could get to the park in fifteen minutes if he hurried but that would mean he would arrive a good forty minutes after the arranged time. There was no time to change even though Tom's clothing was a bit dirty, on the other hand, the tight jeans emphasised the bulge of his cock rather well. Closing the door behind him, the young man left home and walked at a steady pace towards the park.
When Tom arrived the place was deserted but he hurried into the cubicle and felt a slight thrill as he saw the evidence that someone had recently been in the place and had shot his load all over the chart. The young man also noted the comment that had been left demanding to know why Tom had not turned up. Looking at the remains of Phil's cum running slowly down the door, the young man went hard and pulled his cock out from the tight jeans. Rolling back his loose foreskin, Tom began to wank his cock hard and rhythmically. As he worked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock, the young man felt the surge of anger as he realised how narrowly he had missed meeting the teenager. It was not long before Tom felt the familiar signs of impending orgasm and, like Phil before him, aimed his widening piss slit at the door and fired a barrage of short bursts of spunk at the back of the door so that his fresh semen mingled with that of his departed `date'.
Before he left the toilet, Tom wrote a short note of apology and invited the unknown teenager to meet him again at the same time the following week.
Phil did not see the message for a few days and agonised as to whether he could go through the mental torment of the week before. In the days surrounding the intended assignation, the teenager had been on edge and even his parents had commented that he seemed to be rather out of sorts. Phil's explanation that he was worried about a school project seemed to satisfy them and when, after a few days, his mood brightened, they dropped the subject. In the end the teenager's urge for sexual adventure won out and he accepted the invitation but added that this was `the last time'.
Exactly a week after his first attempt at a meting and just four days after he had agreed to the second try, Phil was standing in exactly the same place and waiting anxiously to see whether his `date' arrived. The teenager was nervous and his prick was only half hard as he massaged it gently with his hand. Phil had only been in the toilet a few minutes when he became aware of a shadow at the entrance and realised that someone was about to enter the building. The teenage resisted the temptation to look around to see who the newcomer was but waited until the person had walked past him and taken up a position at the urinal. Glancing over at new arrival, Phil could see that the stranger was a little older than he was and that he was quite good looking. Noting that Phil was glancing at him, Tom smiled at the teenager and stood back a little from the edge of the trough as he unzipped his tight jeans. In a moment Tom was showing off his long thick uncut cock to Phil who continued to stare at it while, at the same time, his own prick got more and more erect in his hand. After a brief hesitation, the teenager stood back and showed off his own hard-on to Tom who nodded appreciatively and smiled even more broadly. After a few moments the older teenager moved closer to the youngster and spoke to him quietly and reassuringly,
"Hi, mate, you OK? I'm sorry about last week but from what I can see of your prick I think the wait was worth it. You ready to do something?"
Phil responded rather hesitantly,
"Yeah, I guess so."
The older of the two then moved really close and began to run his hand over Phil's rock hard shaft and whispered,
"I'm Tom, by the way, what's your name?"
"Phil" came the mumbled reply.
At this point Tom reached over and placed his hand over the teenager's hand and eased it away so that he could fondle the rock hard shaft and said,
"OK, Phil, I love the feel of this lovely dick!"
The teenager stood still for a few moments as the older boy examined every inch of his shaft, balls and the spongy head of his cut cock. Tom moved closer and encouraged Phil to reciprocate, which, after only a moment's pause, the young man did.
The two young men stood facing each other with only a short distance between them and spent a short while examining each other fully. Phil felt a surge of excitement pass through him as he made first contact with the silky skin of the shaft of Tom's shaft. This was the first time in his life that the teenager had really been able to fully enjoy the thrill of exploring another man's cock and balls. Phil particularly enjoyed pulling Tom's loose foreskin on and off the pink glans and rubbing the thick shaft and skin up and down in a slow wanking motion. After a short while Tom pulled away and took the initiative and whispered,
"Come on, let's go in the cubicle, there's more room in there and it's more private!"
Phil nodded and the older man led the teenager through to the nearest cubicle closing and locking the door behind him. Once inside, Tom gently pulled Phil's jeans and underwear down to his knees and pulled his own clothes down to allow the horny teenager access to the rock hard, uncut cock. Before settling himself down on the toilet seat, Tom positioned Phil directly in front of him so that when he sat down his face was directly in line with the teenager's rampant prick. Once in a comfortable position, the older, more experienced man reached forward and ran his finger gently along the length of the teenager's rock hard prick. Phil felt his cock throb involuntarily as Tom squeezed his balls and then stuck out his tongue and licked some drops of pre-cum from his piss slit. The teenager gave out a gasp of pleasure before, in a single smooth movement, the older man opened his mouth and closed his lips completely around the head of the teenager's dick and started to suck it. Phil let out a second involuntary gasp of pleasure as Tom's hot breath and wet tongue and lips started to work on his cock. Slowly more and more of the teenager's prick disappeared inside the waiting mouth causing Phil to moan gently as pre-cum oozed from his piss slit and then, without any warning, he fired his load. Phil had no time to say anything as his ball juice shot along his shaft from his churning balls and out into Tom's mouth. The older man swallowed the cum with enthusiasm but the teenage looked aghast at what he had done and muttered,
"Sorry."
When the stream of spunk finally came to a halt and the teenager's now sensitive cock slipped from his mouth Tom looked up and grinned as he replied,
"There's nothing to be sorry about!! It tasted great to me and next time I expect that you'll be able to hold back for much longer."
Phil was relieved at the reaction and pleased at the thought that his new friend was talking about a next time. The teenager looked down at his new friend and, as soon as he noticed that Tom was wanking his cock, said,
"You haven't shot your load yet, have you?"
Tom shook his head and Phil reached down to take over, but instead the older of the two stood up and pulled the younger teen close towards him. The horny youth took hold of his partner's rock hard cock and began to wank him a lot harder as the two bodies squashed together. The teenager was able to work the skin over the sensitive frenum, which caused Tom to moan and breathe heavily as Phil continued to work his hand up and down as best he could. A moment or two later, the teenager felt the fat cock in his hand expand and then his stomach was splashed with several jets of hot spunk as it shot from Tom's enlarged piss slit. The older of the two men pulled his friend even closer as the shaft of his cock continued to pulsate and he covered both their groins with his ball juice. When finally the torrent of cum ceased, Tom continued to hug Phil close as the sticky deposit was spread around their naked skin. Once he had recovered his breath, the older man said quietly,
"Thanks, mate, I really enjoyed that!!"
The teenager nodded his head enthusiastically and then, conscious of the time, the pair began, rather awkwardly, to pull up their underwear and jeans in the confined space of the cubicle. Realising the impossibility of the task, Tom sat back on the toilet seat and watched his new friend as the teenager covered his now deflated cock with his jockey shorts and then his jeans and made himself presentable to the outside world. Smiling, the older man said,
"Your prick is fucking great Phil, I hope I can have the chance to have fun with you and it again soon!!"
Phil grinned back and said,
"Yes, please, Tom, I'd really like that! You have a pretty nice cock as well and it would be cool to play with it again soon and for me to learn more things to do with it such as how to suck it. When can we meet again? Should we meet here again or do you know a better place?"
The older man thought for a moment and then said,
"Yes, let's meet as soon as possible and I've got a much better place for us to go. I live in a small bed-sit near the centre of town. We could meet there. It's quite safe and quiet and nobody will disturb us, especially if we meet at this time of the day. Before we leave I'll give you my mobile number, we can sort out the details and send each other sexy texts!! Is this a good time for you?"
At this point, the two young men swapped places in the cubicle and Phil, who was now sitting on the toilet seat, nodded enthusiastically at his friend's suggestion as he replied,
"Yes, it's cool as it's after the end of school and, even if I came to your place, I'd still have time to get home before my parents so long as we were quick."
After the horny teenager had so readily agreed with his suggestion and as he started to get dressed, Tom smiled to himself at the prospect of teaching the young man a few tricks of the trade. Opposite him, Phil sat watching his new friend closely until all signs of the thick cock had disappeared. When they were both ready to open the door and get out of the confined space of the cubicle, Phil fished a small piece of paper from the pocket of his jeans as well as a pencil and carefully wrote his mobile number on it and handed it to Tom, who, in turn, found a scrap of toilet paper and wrote his number out and handed it to Phil. As he passed the note across, the older man could not resist the temptation to give his new friend's prick a friendly squeeze and was delighted as he felt it harden immediately to his touch, but Phil shook his head and said, sadly,
"I'd love to do it all over again right now but I better get back home!! Can't wait to see you again, but let's make sure we both have more time!!"
Tom smiled warmly and said,
"Sounds cool to me!! How soon can you see me? Can you make it a bit earlier than the time we met today? And, don't forget to save all your spunk for me, don't go wasting that lovely cream with some crafty wanks between now and then!!"
Phil looked back at his new friend and replied solemnly, but with a grin on his face,
"Even with an earlier meeting time it's a long time to wait!! But, seriously, I'm sure I can hold out until then. Also I think that tomorrow I could skive off a bit earlier than today as I have a free period last thing. Text me with a place and time, OK?"
Tom nodded and said,
"Sure thing, I'll text and confirm a time and a place. OK?"
With that remark, the older of the two young men opened the cubicle door slowly and carefully and then led the way out into the main area of the toilet. Tom walked over and stood at the urinal and indicated as he did so that Phil should leave first, whispering,
"See you tomorrow!"
"Cool, Tom, tomorrow it is!!" came the teenager's reply.
Phil stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine, unlocked his bicycle and rode off happily home and as he did so he began counting the hours until he would see Tom again.
Tom remained in the toilet for a short while and, as he remembered the beautiful taste of Phil's spunk and forgot his own instruction to his new young friend, he wanked his hardening cock for a second time. The young man was delighted when his second orgasm of the afternoon fired out and splattered against the porcelain of the urinal and slid slowly down to the trough. Satisfied with his afternoon activity and his fortune in meeting Phil, Tom walked out of the toilet, went slowly back to his bed-sit and, like his younger friend, began to count the hours until their next date.
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