Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 20:42:44 -0400
From: Bill Spider <bluespider@email.com>
Subject: A cottage in the country

My name is Billy - if you are not comfortable with Older/younger scenarios
then don't read any further, if you are a fan however then I hope this will
be a treat, why not get yourself a drink, unzip and enjoy the story. I'm
always up for feedback or chatting bluespider@email.com - remember I am new
to this so please be gentle....  ;)

To get to know what makes me tick I need to tell you about my first time,
it was with a guy quite a lot older, I was 12 and he was I guess in his
late 40's.  It was half term and the last school break before my 13th
birthday.  Living in the countryside was great but given any opportunity I
used to get a lift with my dad into town and hang out, I had just
discovered that the toilet in the run down multi-storey carpark was full of
really hot graffiti, like really hot - graphic detailed stuff and on every
inch of the walls - living where I did with only the men's underwear
section of my mum's catalogue as wanking material this was a huge deal.  So
I spent most of the Easter break in this toilet reading and wanking. I just
remember being so turned on and my poor swollen and sticky over-wanked
cock. There were two cubicles which is where I spent most of the time,
every now and again I would hear guys come in but I just went quiet and
didn't initiate anything - it was all so new and I was shy but each time I
heard someone it felt like a jolt of electricity.

It was a really confusing bunch of emotions, excited, thrilled, frightened
and SO horny.  Day by day my confidence grew, I remember sitting on the
toilet in the cubicle and hearing a guy arrive and open the next door, step
in and lock it behind him, immediately my heart began to race.  Listening
carefully I could just hear the slow rhythm of him wanking, this was the
closest I had been to a guy wanking and I was fascinated and so turned on
and started slowly stroking my own cock. I heard him move and I tried to
figure out what he was doing, I could hear the zip of a bag being opened
then paper, pages being turned. Then he put a porn mag on the floor, I
couldn't believe my luck, it was close enough to partition gap that I could
see everything.  I was mesmerized, all the pictures were hardcore, straight
porn but hardcore.  Big glossy pictures of women being bent over with very
well endowed guys ploughing them from behind, you could see their big cocks
stretching the women's holes and they looked so big and powerful. The shiny
pages reflected the furious wanking of the guy in the next cubicle and as I
tried to make out the detail of what I was seeing big droplets and puddles
of cum landed all over the porn mag, I just sat there staring at it. Then I
don't remember what made me do it but I reached under the dividing wall and
with my index finger scooped up some of the warm cum, brought it to my lips
and tasted it.  Then in the sudden realization of what I had done stuffed
my cock back into my jeans, unlocked the door and ran, not looking back or
stopping until I reached the busy main street.

I couldn't stop thinking about it all the way home and couldn't wait until
tomorrow when I could could go back. I remember dreaming about it and
waking up in the morning to find myself all sticky, reaching under the
duvet idly rubbing my thumb against the slippery head of my cock, bringing
it to my mouth and pretending it was his cum, this time taking my time to
really taste it and feel it on my lips. I lay there fuzzy headed trying to
process what had happened, smiling to myself as I played cummy cock.

I was ready on time for once as watched impatiently as my dad SLOWLY ate
his toast and read the paper "another coffee, why not!.." - I had so many
reasons why not but managed to bite my tongue.  Finally we were in the car
and on our way, my aching cock pushing against the fabric of my jeans.  I
said goodbye to dad and raced to the toilet.  I was in there for a couple
of hours without anyone coming in, I plucked up the courage to go and read
the graffiti by the urinal (am sitting here with a raging hardon as I write
this...haha!!) .  I remember pretending to wee while reading and slowly
stroking my cock.  Suddenly I heard the door creak open and my heart jumped
into my throat, I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the adrenalin
pushed me into overdrive. I didn't turn around but out of the corner of my
eye saw this big guy walk in.  I looked quickly at his hands and they
looked bigger than the guys yesterday - not the same guy - didn't know if
that was good or bad but he saw me looking. I didn't know what to do so I
just stood there facing the wall, cock in hand - the end glistening with
pre-cum.  I was so aware of him walking as if he was going behind me to get
the other end of the urinal, then nothing. I couldn't hear anything, I
didn't know what to do, where had this guy gone?...

I was just about to turn around when in one fluid motion a big arm wrapped
around my body pinning my arms to my side and my face was pressed hard
against the wall, a big rough hand reached around and grabbed my swollen
cock in a vice like grip, my instinct was to try and get free but I
couldn't move, he was much stronger and bigger than I was, I couldn't move
a muscle. He then started wanking me, hard. I could feel something hot and
hard against my back as he pressed into me. Could it really be his cock? it
was massive and seemed to radiate heat as rubbed it against me, grinding it
against me as he roughly wanked me off.  I was so scared and before I knew
it my body was convulsing as I shot wave after wave of hot cum against the
metal urinal. He released me and my legs just buckled, my knees gave way
and I slumped onto the cold cement floor sobbing with cum still streaming
from sore cock and dripping over my balls.

This still pops into my head when I'm having a wank to this day and am
pretty sure that is when I started fancying older guys.