Date: Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:08:23 +0000
From: Jonathan Orange <jonathanorange@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Adolescence

This is a true story, seeing as it is about my youth.  There is only one
character who has a name, as I never knew the names of any of the others
people involved, and this has been changed.  I realise that this is not a
"story" in the fictional sense, so it may not be very stimulating or
arousing for readers, but I felt I wanted to write it down.  Observations
would be welcome -- contact me via jonathanorange@hotmail.com

...

I was very fortunate to be young in the mid to late Fifties, and to live in
a seaside town on the South Coast.  At that time there were so many Public
Conveniences, dotted about in what would now been seen as the most unlikely
of situations -- there were literally dozens, some on the corners of
streets that were not particularly busy.  They were also nearly all
underground -- I suppose the Victorians and Edwardians felt that this made
them less obtrusive to the general public.  All I know is that their
situation made them ideal places to go to to find some one to give me a
wank.

It all began when I was about 12.  I had a best friend called Roger.  He
was nearly a year older than me, and physically much bigger.  We often used
to `fight', wrestling and trying out our strength.  Roger always won -- he
was so much stronger than me.  On this particular day -- a warm one, if I
recall -- we were wrestling and as usual he had me pinned down, sitting
astride my chest.  I don't know why, but my cock got stiff.  I had been
experiencing nocturnal dreams that left me feeling very pleasant in that
area, but I don't think I was particularly conscious of why, nor had I
started to play with myself.

Anyway, Roger noticed my stiff cock, and, having me pinned to the ground he
fished my cock out of my shorts and started to wank it.  I struggled even
more for a while, but, by golly, it felt good, so I `surrendered'.  I could
feel his cock, which was much bigger than mine, straining against his
shorts, but I was helpless to do anything.  I'm not sure I would have known
what to do if my hands had have been free, and anyway what he was doing to
me felt far too good, so I just lay there and let him wank me until it felt
especially good.  I don't think I shot any spunk but I know that I `came'.

After that, we often used to wank together, watching each other each other
or sometimes doing it to each other.  I always envied Roger's cock -- it was
much larger than mine.  I can't recall exactly how big mine was, but seeing
as how it is now still only just about 7" long, and not particularly fat, I
guess it must have been four or maybe five inches. [I think this is where
my life-long jealousy of large cocks stems from -- I often see other cocks
that are eight or nine inches long and nice and fat, and wish that I had
one the same.]  The only thing about Roger's cock that wasn't, in my
opinion, better than mine is that he was not circumcised.  I didn't really
like the foreskin that he had, preferring the clean lines of my round head.

It was after this, when I had discovered the joys of wanking, that I
started to visit local toilets.  Initially it was not with the intention of
finding someone to wank me -- I was still very young, and nervous of being
`found out'.  No, I used to visit them to read the erotic stories that were
written on the walls.  And believe me, there were some FANTASTIC ones in
some of the loos. I used to go into the cubicles and read them while having
a wank, and it did make the wank so much nicer.  But there were always
holes in the walls between cubicles, or in the door leading to the stalls,
and naturally some men would look through and see me, or I would watch
them.  The door would push open and a man would beckon me to the edge of
the door and wank me.  It felt so good having someone else do it for me!
They would often put my hand on their cock, and I would reluctantly comply
-- I know it is selfish, but I didn't really like doing it to them -- when I
am having my cock played with I find I cannot concentrate on anyone else --
I just like to enjoy the feelings they are giving me.

There were one or two especially good toilets to visit -- on isolated street
corners, and deeper than the normal toilet, making it much easier to shut
the cubicle door if one heard footsteps approaching.  Now, believe me, I am
not a vain person, but I was quite an attractive young man -- blond hair,
quite tanned and, obviously, an athletic figure -- I would expect this at 13
and 14.  So I was quite popular in these places.  Often there would two,
three or four men down there wanking each other and they would watch
whoever it was who was wanking me, and this added to my pleasure -- I loved
being the centre of attention.

I remember the first time I was sucked.  The cubicles were all full on this
day, so I was at the stalls wanking and looking at the doors, knowing
people were in there wanking.  One door had a big hole and the chap inside
was obviously watching me, and I was turning so that he could see my cock.
He opened the door and beckoned me to him.  I went over and he invited me
in -- I was always wary of being in a cubicle with another chap in case
anyone came down -- how could you explain being in the toilet together?  But
I went in, and he stayed seated on the toilet.  He put his hands around my
bottom and gently pulled me towards him.  One hand came round to cup my
balls, and this felt lovely, but nothing compared to the feeling when he
opened his mouth and began to suck me.  His tongue swirled around the head
of my cock and the feeling was just sublime. I don't think I had seen
anyone doing this before, so it took me by surprise.  But, as you will well
know, being sucked is wonderful, and I let myself enjoy his ministrations,
and when I came my knees felt weak and I cried out as he swallowed my
spunk.  After that, I always hoped that I would get sucked and it has
remained one of my favourite pleasures.

I suppose I became quite well-known in those places.  I would often see the
same people, and often there would two or three gathered around me, and, as
I say, I never minded this.  It was on one such occasion that I first
experienced the other great pleasure -- having my arse rimmed.  It was a
particularly hot day -- I was about 13 and a half years old -- and these
three chaps were playing with me.  They took my shorts and t-shirt off and
were stroking me all over while one was sucking me -- it felt great!  One
chap whispered "Lean over the toilet seat."  Now I was petrified that he
was going to fuck me -- I'd seen blokes doing that, and I didn't think I
would fancy it at all -- so I shook my head.  He said "Don't worry, I'm not
going to fuck you." and one of the others urged me to do as he bid, adding
that it was alright, he wasn't going to fuck me.  So I turned round and put
my hands on the toilet seat, still, I admit, very nervous.  I felt him part
the cheeks of my bum, and then his finger began to scratch my hole -- that
was very nice.  But when I felt his tongue touch my arsehole I nearly
jumped out of my skin!  It felt SO MARVELLOUS and I gave a loud moan.  The
guard at the foot of the stairs said "See, it's nice, isn't it?" and
although I couldn't reply I had to admit that it was.  One of the other
guys got on the floor and started to suck me, and I just hit the roof!  I
am a very noisy person when I am cumming, and I was told by several of the
men who wanked me that this was something they particularly liked about me
-- they were turned on by hearing the pleasure I was getting.  Well, I
certainly was making a noise that day.  Luckily the guy watching the stairs
didn't have to interrupt my pleasure as no one else came down -- and was I
glad about that as it was too good to stop.  When I came it was the most
incredible cum of my life.

That was also the first time I came twice in succession.  When they guy
stopped licking my arse and everyone was standing up again, the watchdog
said "Bloody hell! Look at his cock! It's still stiff.  You randy little
beggar!"  He came over and began to wank me again while the other two
wanked each other.  And I shot again.

Even when my father's mistress seduced me at the age of fifteen and
introduced to `normal' sex, I continued to visit these toilets.  And even
though I still prefer the taste of cunt, and love teasing and giving
pleasure to ladies, I still enjoy the same teasing treatment given to me by
men -- I am genuinely bi-sexual.  The trouble is, those types of toilets
have gradually been replaced by clinical, manned ones.  This is a great
shame, not only because it is now so much harder to find fun, but also
there is no opportunity for me to find a young boy to give the same
pleasurable introduction to sex to.  I totally agree that young boys should
not be abused and used for the pleasure of adults.  But all that was done
to me was done for my pleasure and I was a willing partner to it, and I'm
sure that many other boys were the same as me, and that there are many
today who would just love be shown how their cocks can be thrilled.  I know
I would love to rim a nice young lad of thirteen and then slowly suck him
off.

I still look, and I do have a long distance lorry driver who loves me to
dress in knickers and stockings and then he puts me on the bed in his cab
and rims my arse. The bed in his cab is very comfortable, and being quite
low it means I can rest my feet on the roof and this makes it more
comfortable to stay in that position for ages while he licks me. It drives
me wild and then he sucks me off and it is great!  But I don't get to see
him that often, sadly.

I also go to a gay sauna, but, I suppose because I am now in my late
fifties, I'm not such an attractive proposition!  I get wanks, but no one
these days seems to want to take time to make love -- it's a quick, rough
wank, and that doesn't suit me -- I like it to take time and be gentle with
a slow build up to that magical moment when your spunk shoots out.

Oh! By the way. Fucking.  I have been fucked twice.  The first time was a
rape.  I was fourteen and my mother took in students in the summer.  We had
this Turkish lad staying, and yes, we did have a couple of wanks. But then
he raped me and I didn't like it all -- put me off fucking even more. But,
because I find my arse so responsive, I do think that it might be quite
nice, if it was with a reasonable sized cock, like my own, and it was done
after a lot of arousal -- gently and slowly.  So I tried it with a couple of
gays who provide a service for men.  The submissive one of the pair had a
lovely cock that I would have loved to feel it up me, but it was his
partner who did the fucking, and his was quite a bit bigger.  He did manage
to get it up me, and I was quite proud that I had been fucked and it felt
fairly pleasant, but I have to say it wasn't the enjoyment that I had hoped
for.  Maybe it is not too late, and I will find someone with the right size
cock who knows how to make the foreplay so good that I really want him to
fuck me.  Who knows?

So, there you are!  The story of my sexual introduction.  I feel so lucky
to have had so many wonderful wanks.  I think every young lad deserves the
sort of experiences that I had.