Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 21:11:01 +0000
From: Rapier 54 <rapier54@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Peter's Exposures Part 1: Peter's Beginnings

Peter's Beginnings.

Copyright @ Rapier54 2009

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between
consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are
reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an
issue. In the real world always practice safe sex.

On such a warm day as this, with little else to do, Peter decided to take a
walk along the shore. At sixteen, he had been feeling sexual urges for some
time, and was as yet unable to find a girl to help relieve them. He decided
to wear only shorts, tee shirt, white socks and trainers for his walk, as
the forecast was for continual sunshine.

When he arrived at he beach, he was already warm enough to take off his
shirt, and feeling quite horny as he had decided when dressing to leave off
his pants, figuring that on a day like this, shorts were just the same as
swimming trunks. After walking for a while, watching a man and his dog
play, and some others swimming and playing in the water he was getting even
warmer. He liked it here, at the bottom of a small cliff, it seemed to
catch the heat and was always fairly quiet. Looking up he noticed the long
grass at the top of the cliff being blown by a breeze, and remembering that
there was a bench to sit on he went to sit in the breeze for a while and
cool down.

As he climbed the steps he passed an older man coming down, who seemed to
look at him a little oddly. He thought nothing of it, and sat on the bench
for a while, soaking up the sun and being cooled by the breeze. As he sat
for about thirty minutes, the man he passed earlier walked by him once or
twice, each time having used the steps leading to the foot of the cliff. By
now he had also removed his shirt, and Peter noticed his tanned body. The
man seemed to be waiting for someone as he stood at the top of the steps or
a few feet away, not still for long, not walking far away either.

After a while, Peter decided to continue his walk and needing a pee walked
into the toilet. This was an old concrete block, whitewashed with a pair of
cubicles, single long trough and small washing area. Almost as soon as he
walked in he felt a surge of excitement course through him, due to the
change in temperature and light. It seemed so still and quiet in here. As
he took his prick out of his shorts he realised there was no way he could
go as he was stiff as a board. So he went into a cubicle to cool down
little. Noticing there was no lock on the door, he just pushed it to, and
it was then he noticed the writing on the walls. It seemed that people met
here for sex, and that times and dates were arranged. Such a thought had
never occurred to him before, he was suddenly riveted to the words he was
reading and getting more excited by the second.

He undid his shorts, and eased his stiffness out of the opened waistband
and he began to stroke it...

Harold had also decided to visit the local shore, but for a specific
reason. Sex. He loved it. He knew just where to go for it as well. The
toilet block was invariably empty, and people would often call in for some
"light relief". Usually the same old faces, occasionally a new one. Like
this boy today? Harold was careful not to be pushy, but the lad was so
gorgeous. Slim, young, wearing nothing more than shorts. He must surely
know what effect he has, and yet he seemed to be playing it so
cool. Sitting there on the bench, watching the world go by. He would be
taught not to tease if Harold could get to him. So he waited... and
waited. Finally the lad went down the steps to the toilet. After a minute,
Harold followed him in...

Peter was engrossed in a story about a man who had sucked off three others
in a morning, and wanted more. All while dressed in silk underwear! His
imagination worked overtime. How that must feel, and look. He pictured
himself in girls underwear and thought how others would find him sexy. He
became even harder At this thought and kept reading the writing on the back
wall of the cubicle as he ran his hand up and down the length of his
cock...

Harold crept in to the block, and noticed it empty apart from one cubicle,
which hadn't been closed fully. Easing the door open, and inch at a time,
he saw the boy standing with his back to the door clearly playing with
himself. His shorts were low on his bottom, and what a peach it was. He was
otherwise nude, apart from the socks and trainers he wore, which seemed
only to add to his semi-nakedness. After watching him for a few seconds
Harold reached out a hand and lightly brushed the boy's rear...

As Peter was busy conjuring up thoughts of men watching him, he failed to
notice the increase in light as the door eased open behind him. He felt a
slight touch on his bottom and let out a whisper as he imagined some man
touching him. He let out a gasp of surprise as he realised someone had just
done so! He turned his head and was embarrassed to see the older man
watching him, and lightly touching his rear. He gulped in surprise and with
eyes like saucers began to pull up his shorts.

"Leave them," Said the man quietly. "Leave them and turn back as you were."

Peter was frightened and excited at the same time. He didn't know what to
do. The man reached out and gently eased him back to face the wall, saying,
"My god, you are a gorgeous little thing! I won't hurt you. Relax and enjoy
it".

Peter allowed himself to be turned, still covering his erection with his
hands. The man lifted his hands and placed them high on the wall at the
back of the cubicle. As Peter gasped in surprise, the man slowly, ever so
slowly, eased his shorts down, uncovering his bottom and legs as they fell
to the ground. He then eased Peter's leg out of them and eased them
apart. As his hands began to roam over Peter's naked body he felt
excitement building. The man began to stroke his back, and neck, making
Peter squirm in pleasure. Then he ran his hands over the boy's chest,
seeking out the erect nipples, eliciting a cry of pleasure as the boy found
the feeling this could bring. When Peter felt a hand softly grasp his
stiffness it was all he do not to come on the spot.

The man kept telling him how beautiful and sexy he was, turning him round
but keeping his hands held high. Peter felt like a prisoner, being
abused. It was so dirty, so naughty, but he was being made to do it. The
excitement raged through him. Then the man knelt and took his prick into
his mouth. This was the first time anyone had seen him naked, touched him
sexually, and he didn't even know this could be done, but it felt
fantastic.

As the man sucked on his cock, he reached up and toyed with Peter's
nipples. That was more than he could take. "Oh!" He moaned, "Ohhh, I'm
going to, I'm g g going to come!" He groaned his voice raising an
octave. "Oh, yes, don't don't stop, I'm coming, I'm comiiiiiiiing!" and
with a wail of pleasure he filled Harold's mouth with juice from his balls.

Harold was spellbound by the innocence in the boy, and wanted to see him
again. As soon as possible. He was careful to help Peter dress, and after
suggesting they leave a minute after each other, agreed to meet again, the
next evening, after it was dark.


Peter returned home, breathless from his experience. He knew it was wrong,
had received the warnings about `strange men', and while excited and
pleased at what he had felt, resolved not to repeat it.

Throughout the evening, dinner, watching some tv with his parents, he
couldn't free his mind from how he felt to be wanted, desired, lusted
after. Him! The useless snivelling brat as his father often referred to
him. His resolve remained, but so did a constant erection.

He had difficulty getting off to sleep that night, and by the time he did,
he was starting to convince himself that perhaps he could walk past the
toilet again tomorrow, and just see what happened. By the time he had
finished breakfast, he was trying to convince his mother that he would be
staying late with a friend who had a new Playstation, and wanted to try out
some competitive games. Eventually she relented, and he again felt a surge
of lust as he realised he now had the option of going to the toilet tonight
when it would be dark.

As lunchtime approached he had already decided to go there again this
afternoon, and see what would happen. His imagination was leading him on so
forcefully. Whatever happened he would have to look innocent and "forced"
into anything. As though he didn't know these things happened. After all,
he might end up meeting someone he knew, or worse. He decided to make it
look as though he had been for a swim, so took his speedos and a towel.

By three o'clock he was keeping a watching eye on the old sunbleached
building, noting those who came and went. He didn't want to get involved
with anyone his age or younger, and realised that probably the older sort
of man excited him more.

Though he was unaware of it, he was actually looking for a father figure
who would give him some affection and love, in the guise of sexual
touching.

After about an hour, he noticed a man in his sixties walking along the path
and thought he would be ideal if only he went inside. He waited and the
silver haired man did indeed. Peter slipped off his shorts, held his towel
in front of himself to hide his stiffness, and stepped in a minute later.

Once again, the quietness, coolness and shaded light had a strong effect on
Peter. He shuddered with lust an swallowed his guilty nerves with a gulp as
he saw the man standing at the urinal. The man looked up to see who had
entered and smiled at Peter with a, "Phew, warm out there isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Peter with a smile back, "The water is nice though." Then
proceeded to stand at the sinks, behind the man and pretended to start
drying himself. He stood mostly with his back to the man, but kept a
careful eye for if and when the man would turn to look at him. Sure enough,
he did, and Peter quickly turned his back and slowly pulled down his
speedos. "What am I doing?!" Thought Peter as he slowly dragged then down
to his knees. "Stripping naked in front of a complete stranger, am I going
mad?" His by now glistening erection told him not. He was simply having a
very exciting and heart pounding time. "Anyway," he told himself, "I am
just drying after a swim, if someone tries to take advantage of me, it's
not my fault."

The man was certainly taking advantage with his eyes, as they roamed over
the boy's sweet, soft buttocks, as they were slowly revealed. Such
innocence, and look at those dimples in the small of his back, and the
knuckles of his spine. Oh, my lord, look at the hollows his buttocks form
as he stands upright again, naked apart from the towel round his shoulders.

Peter half turned, showing his profile to the man, he audibly gasped as the
solid, upright erection appeared, glistening with pre cum. "Oops!" Said
Peter, with a cheeky, butter wouldn't melt, smile. "I appear to be naked,
I'd better, um, finish off in here....". And he walked slowly, into the
nearest cubicle, closing the door, but taking care not to lock it, allowing
it fall open by an inch or so. He turned his back to the door, so that he
would appear to be innocently drying his hair, and waited for the man to
open the door and look.

He desperately wanted to touch himself, but knew that as soon as he did he
would come, he was so excited. So he waited.....

The older man was sure the boy knew what he was doing, but what if he was
wrong? He wanted to touch and caress the beauty he had just seen, but was
unsure. Finally he thought he would slowly ease the door open and see what
happened next, an instant apology on his lips.

Peter saw the door opening slowly reflected in the white tiles, and by the
light increasing. He had to stop himself hopping up and down with
glee. Lifting the towel to his head, began to slowly "dry" his hair,
presenting his naked rear to the watcher. After a few seconds, and feeling
outrageously daring, he turned around, the towel still covering his face,
and "unintentionally" showed the man a full, throbbing, ball lifting
frontal. Hearing the man gasp again, he lifted the towel, showing the wide
eyes and open mouth of a fearful, nervous boy.

The man dragged his eyes away from the shining tumescence, and whispered,
"Oh, so sorry, I thought you had gone."

Peter remained still, swallowing nervously, and made his little prick throb
heavily. The man watched and stood in the doorway as the boy's erection
bobbed away, seemingly with a mind of it's own. Peter took a step backwards
further into the cubicle, which only encouraged the man to enter.

As the man closed and locked the door, Peter whispered, "W what are you g g
going to do to m me, sir?"

The man ignored him, and started to run his fingers gently over Peter's
skin, marvelling at its softness. He gently rubbed the delightful pink
nipples, bringing a gasp from the boy, and went to lick and kiss
them. Peter held his head, and writhed with pleasure. Finally, the man put
a hand to his cock, and within two rubs it was spewing it's juice all over
the floor. The man turned Peter to the side, kissed him gently and
whispered, "You need that didn't you?" All peter could do was nod as the
man let himself out and closed the door to after him. Peter heard him leave
the building, and sat on the seat behind him to recover. He was a little
disappointed that the episode was over so quickly. He had been so excited
as he led the man on, even more as he allowed his nude body to be seen, but
the end was so, sudden. He felt some relief, but not
satisfaction. "Anyway," he sighed to himself, "tonight was out of the
question", he didn't think he could cum again.

He was careful to wipe himself with toilet paper, not his towel as he was
sure his mother would notice. In fact he had better get his speedos wet,
and his towel damp to be sure. As soon as he was dressed in shorts and tee
shirt again he raced out of the building......only to bump into someone
coming in!  It was Harold, the man he had met yesterday. "Whoa, Peter!" He
said with a smile. As he slipped a friendly arm around the boys shoulder he
led him back inside. Peter was pleased to see him, but unsure how he could
get out of tonight. As he was puzzling this, Harold led him round to where
the sinks were, and looking Peter in the eyes, he gave the boy a soft
smile, and ran his hands over his head and neck. "You really ARE a lovely
creature you know, Peter. I could spend hours just looking at you, never
mind, feeling your lovely soft skin, and watching your naked body squirm
with pleasure. He kissed Peter on the forehead, and both cheeks before
asking if they were still ok for tonight.

Peter just looked at him, saying nothing. He was thinking that this was
what was missing from his earlier encounter. Maybe what he was really
looking for. He was again in two minds.

As Harold slipped his hands into the bottom of Peter's tee shirt and lifted
it, he said, "Give us a preview you little darling, let's have a taste of
those little nipples. As he began to lick and kiss them, Peter was
lost. His erection was back, and he again began to wriggle as Harold gave
him such loving pleasure.

"Yes, yes," he whispered, "I oh, aaahhh, I, I'll be here when it gets
darker, ab about, ohhhhh, nnnnn, about t ten o'clock, s sir?"

Harold looked up from his ministrations, with a big smile, "I'll see you
then. It'll be much quieter, less chance of being disturbed. We can both
get stripped off." Smoothing Peter's shirt back down, he kissed him lightly
again and gave him a hug before he turned and stepped outside.

Peter was stunned. Within minutes of coming he had got hard again, and was
eagerly looking forward to more, just after feeling a bit sort of empty. He
walked out into the sunshine with a smile, and after wetting his speedos in
the sea he returned home for dinner, hoping his mother hadn't changed her
mind about tonight.

He returned that night, and was sitting on the bench at the clifftop
waiting for Harold as it got darker. As his anticipation grew so did his
impatience, and erection. In his eagerness to be nude again, he descended
the steps to the shore, and entered the cool, gloomy, silent
edifice. Though it was now beginning to feel like a second home. He had
decided to give Harold a treat, and be naked and ready, but in a cubicle,
as they had met before.

Removing his tee shirt, shorts, and pants, he folded them and placed them
behind the seat. He then began slowly rubbing his prick, and teasing his
nipples. Though he found his nipples weren't so sensitive when he did it
himself. Time passed and he was unable to see his watch, but was sure ten
o'clock had been and gone. He was by now excited enough to think about
stepping outside the cubicle, even the building while naked.

As he thought about this he pictured a possible consequence. Perhaps an
older man would come in catch him bare and stiff. He would be cross with
such a dirty little boy, and spank him. While doing so, another man would
come in and watch. His embarrassment at the thought switched to excitement
as he imagined them both rubbing stiff cocks. Stiff because they desired
him. He knew it wouldn't happen, but stepped outside the cubicle as his
mind wandered. He became bolder as he felt the cooling air between his legs
and began to walk around, on tiptoe as it just felt more natural. He stood
naked at the urinal, and stretched up to the wall behind the sinks,
picturing the scene he would be giving a watching man. He even bent over at
the sink, as if about to be given a spanking.

It was then that he heard approaching footsteps. In a mad rush he ran and
threw himself back into the cubicle where his clothes were. He closed the
door quickly but stopped just in time to prevent it from slamming. Still
naked, he waited for Harold to enter and catch him naked. He turned his
back to the door just as the footsteps entered the darkened toilet block.

 Greg had given up hope of ever meeting anybody here at night. He still
took his evening stroll along the shore when the weather was fine, but
nobody had been in here at night for months. He wasn't sure, but he thought
he heard a noise as he approached. Walking in and going to the trough for a
pee he was disappointed to be alone again. He stood for a while, rubbing
himself to erection while thinking of the young boys he had enjoyed fun
with in the years gone by. He was disturbed by approaching footsteps.

Harold arrived a little later than he wanted to, and hoped Peter would
still be there. As he went in heard a sniff from the urinal trough. A sure
sign that someone was interested. Unfortunately it wasn't the boy he was
hoping for. Another older man stood there, rubbing himself. Harold stood
next to him and wondered if Peter would arrive. Another stranger might
frighten him off so he hoped the other chap would soon go.

Peter waited to see what would happen. He was sure there were two men there
now and feeling a little nervous he slipped his shorts back on. However he
missed his footing a little and made a noise as his foot caught in the leg
and hit the floor a little hard.

"AH!" Thought Harold. "My boy awaits". He went straight to the unlocked
cubicle and ever so slowly edged the door open.

Peter saw the door opening, and turned his back, lowering his shorts at the
front to begin slowly sliding his fingers up and down his hot stiffness.

Harold breathed a a sigh of relief and sheer pleasure seeing Peter as he
was. Nearly naked, shorts low, obviously excited, and playing the demure
little innocent so well. He reached out a hand and gently ran his finger
down the boys spine causing him to shiver and let out a small moan. He
stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the cherub, softly caressing his
nipples which he knew Peter adored.

Peter was so excited to get the attention he sought, and as his nipples
were tweaked, he involuntarily thrust his bottom back into the man's groin
and made contact with stiffness.

Harold whispered in his ear, "There is another man outside who would love
to see you like this. Shall we go and let him watch?"

Peter was afraid of those he didn't know, and concerned for his safety. But
the pleasure coursing through his veins won out, and he nodded his head. He
felt his hands being lifted to behind his head, and he was guided out by
the elbow into the open area of the gloomy block.

"Look what I found." Said Harold to the other man who gasped in
amazement. There was a boy, wearing no shirt, just shorts, trainers and
white socks (looking SO virginal). His guide took him to the sink, stood
the boy with his back to them and began to kiss him. All the while his
hands roaming over the boys body.

Peter was in heaven. Being lovingly kissed and caressed like this was
almost more than he could stand. With someone watching who was probably, he
glanced to one side, yes definitely wanking over the sight presented before
him. Peter felt Harold begin to pull his shorts down and instinctively
tried to stop him. As soon as he did he realised he wanted it, it was just
a reaction.

Harold stopped kissing him and said softly, "Oh a tease, eh? He said to the
other man, "What happens to teases?"

Greg replied, "They get spanked bottoms until they learn to be good little
boys."

Peter felt Harold turn him to face the sinks and bend him over. By now he
was hoping to be naked and have both of them touching him, but realised
they were going to be even more excited by being able to spank him. That
spurred him on even more. Thrusting out his bottom, he said, "P please, d
don't spnak me sir. I I'll be g g good."

It was too late. He felt the first blow land and though it didn't hurt much
he cried out quietly anyway. Their comments and groans told him he was
having the desired effect. After a few more blows, he heard the other man
say, "In my day it would on a bare bottom, nothing to get in the way you
see?"

"Stand up then, boy" said Harold, and he turned Peter to face the
man. "Keep your hands on your head..."

As peter did as instructed he felt the waistband of his shorts slowly edge
down over his waist, his bottom and as they reached the top of his thighs
his erection sprang free, waving and throbbing with excitement as he
watched the other man ogle at it. As his shorts fell to the ground he
stepped out of them and waited.

Harold stood at the side of him, and eased him down to a squatting
position, so that his head was level with Harold's prick. Peter didn't know
what to do. He didn't know if he could have another man's cock in his mouth
without throwing up, but didn't want the fun to end.

As Harold eased his mouth onto the stiff rod, he said, "It's alright
Peter. Stop if you don't like it. I won't come in your mouth anyway." Peter
thought of the picture he was giving to the two men, squatting naked, hands
behind his head, legs apart, prick throbbing stiffly, and licked the
stiffness before him. Harold leant down and touched his nipples and Peter
was overcome with lust. His head went forward mouth open, and as it bobbed
back and forth he discovered the joys of giving oral pleasure to another
man. The taste wasn't so bad, but the texture....so hard yet so soft. He
stopped for moment to catch his breath, and a trail of precum and saliva
stretched from his lips and chin to the hotness before him.

It was too much for the other man, who groaned with pleasure, and
ejaculated over the floor next to Harold and Peter. Peter just dipped his
head and continued. As Harold reached breaking point he pulled out,
grimaced and shot his cum over the wall next to Peter.

Peter leaned his head back against the sinks, laid his arms alongside,
displaying his nude body for anyone to see and asked shyly, "Please,
Sir. Please will you make me come too, sir? With a mischievous little grin.

Harold stood him up and began to kiss and fondle Peter's naked body.
Concentrating on his nipples. Peter began to rub his prick more quickly and
soon groaning that he was going to come as well. Harold stepped back a
little and watched entranced as the naked teenager spurted several times,
thrusting his hips as he did, slowing down to a grind as he wrung a little
more out.

Though they agreed to meet again soon, it wasn't to be as Peter was about
to go away soon to college where his awakening was to step up a gear.


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