Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 20:10:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: dorsetboy2000 <dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: My time with Chris in a public bog

Warning: don't read this if you're under 18.


My time with Chris in a public bog
England, late 1960's


Chapter 1

When I was a lad of about 13 or 14 my parents lived in
Exmouth in Devon. At home, on the holidays from
boarding school, I used to hang out on the sea front
in the arcades and cafes if I had money, or just
walking up and down the long bay. The first time I
went into a bog for a crap I was fascinated by the
graffiti on the wall and the weird aroma of piss and
disinfectant. I guess I was turned on and curious
about the stuff written and drawn over the walls. I'd
been introduced to the joys of sex with friends at
school but never imagined having a quickie with a
stranger in a public place.  Anyway I finished my
business and left, noticing another kid about my age
at the urinal who glanced at me before I left through
the open door. I didn't really think too much about it
until I returned for a piss about an hour later. When
I was standing at the urinal fishing out my cock to
pee the door to one of the stalls opened and the same
kid stepped out and stood about three feet from me on
the right, at the urinal. Looking me in the eye he
unzipped and pulled out his long skinny uncut cock
that looked like it was half hard. Wow! I think my
hormones jumped into overdrive and my cock was rock
hard taking a break on the need to pee. This kid
turned back to the urinal as if to pee while his eyes
darted down to my crotch much to my embarrassment. I
needn't have worried though, I noticed him grasp his
shaft and slowly start to wank it, quickly reaching a
hardon to be proud of, at 6" at least an inch longer
than me. This whole time he was glancing from my face
to my cock with a slight smile on his face, and
encouraged by his own manipulation my hand, mimicking
his, grasped my rigid cock and pumped away, just
enjoying this amazing moment with a strange kid in a
public bog. Then he moved closer and out of the blue
his free left hand curled around my cock and to my
delight started wanking me off. The feelings were
incredible and I reciprocated by using my right hand
to take over wanking him. His cock was probably the
biggest I'd ever held, smooth and hairless, hard and
soft at the same time and standing at 45 degrees from
his body. Electricity was coursing through me and I
mumbled I was going to shoot. He said `me too' and we
both increased the speed of our hands on each others
cocks, whimpering slightly as I felt my juice running
up through my cock ejaculating with force and
splattering the Edwardian porcelain pisser as the
other kids spunk splattered just above mine, running
down the wall to mix together in one big blob of boy
goo. We both sort of sighed and then started giggling
as we zipped up. We left together and walked down the
sea front chatting about where we lived and stuff. His
name was Chris and he was 6 months older than me,
lived on the other side of town. I asked him if he
went down to the toilets that much and he told me
sometimes twice a day, sometimes not. He said there
was two older men who would be there occasionally and
toss him off or do other stuff. He had to get home for
tea so we split up and said we might meet tomorrow.
	I didn't make it but a couple of days later I went in
and locked myself in a stall, dropped my jeans and
briefs and sat on the wooden seat, my cock hard and
pointing up while I read the dirty words and drawings
on the wall. Suddenly I heard soft footsteps in the
toilet and my focus shifted to every sound my ears
could hear as someone opened the stall next door, the
click of the bolt, rustling of his clothes as he
unzipped and dropped his trousers, the swishing of his
briefs being pulled down and the creak of the seat as
he settled onto it. There was an absolute silence as I
waited for the sound of him shitting, but I didn't
hear anything. I sat motionless for a few minutes, my
cock softening, trying to pretend I was there for a
crap. The dividing stone wall had a gap from the
bottom of it to the floor of about 1 foot and I
suddenly saw the edge of his shoe come into view as it
inched over towards my wall. It continued until the
whole shoe was in sight with his trousers and
underpants dragging with it. It stopped and then he
gently started tapping it on the floor. Fascinated I
slid my left foot over towards the wall and stopped a
few inches away. Sure enough his foot moved towards me
until it was right at the edge of the wall and I could
even see his left foot. I moved mine more until our
feet were about an inch apart and then he lifted his
slightly and brushed my shoe with his. Holding my
breath I hesitantly brushed his back and thought
`help! what happens now?'. He pulled his foot back, I
heard him tear off some toilet tissue and a minute
later a hand was reaching under the wall with a folded
up piece of paper in it. I bent down and took it from
him, sat up and shaking a little opened it up. It
read: kneel down on the floor and let me feel you. My
cock sprang to attention again. Dizzy with excitement
I stood letting my jeans and underpants fall and knelt
down facing the wall, bare knees on the cold floor, my
cock bobbing around thrilled at this new experience. I
leaned back and his arm came under the wall and
grasped my cock and balls pulling me a little closer
to the wall. I looked down as this dislocated hand
started fondling my balls and rubbing the little lump
behind them that made my cock jump a little slapping
the wall and oozing a glob of pre-cum onto the stone
partition. I was pretty smooth down there, just a few
hairs above my cock and I felt his finger slip between
my cheeks and explore my  arse hole rubbing in circles
around the opening. This was amazing! The sensations
he was giving me and the whole atmosphere in the
toilet had me ready to spurt my load but I wanted it
to last longer and I pulled back a little letting his
hand draw back over my balls and up my slick cock
until he had to let go. Then I reached down and passed
my arm under the wall, my hand turned up and open
searching for his cock and balls. He took my arm and
guided it onto what felt like a giant cock and loose
low balls. His cock at first only half hard but it
quickly stiffened in my hand into what a 13 yr. old
thought must be the biggest cock in the world. It was
huge and I could hardly wrap my fist around it. I
tried to see it but it was awkward and I could only
see his bent knees, slightly hairy skinny legs and his
trousers and white underpants. I loved the feeling of
wanking this older man, obviously appreciative from
the quiet murmurs coming from the other side of the
wall. Then he pulled back slightly until I had to let
go and his arm came back under the wall grasping for
my cock. I helped him locate it and he tugged me
gently towards the wall and down a little until my bum
was nearly touching the floor. Then to my amazement
his 40 something face appeared under the wall, smiling
he parted his lips and guided my cock head towards
them, licking the pre cum off the head as soon as was
able and slip my whole 5" into his mouth before I knew
what to think. His hand meanwhile slid up behind my
balls and lubricated by my goo started rubbing in
circles around my arsehole again, this time pressing a
little harder and harder until it slid up into me
making me gasp. By now I was leaning tight against the
wall, my cock in this mans mouth while he finger
fucked me. I couldn't hold on any more and my juice
shot its way up my cock and blasted three or four
times into the back of this mans throat who to my
amazement swallowed it all as he pulled out his finger
and slid off of me. I collapsed back on my haunches
briefly and then consumed with guilt, pleasure and
confusion quickly stood, pulled up my clothes, zipped
up and froze, not knowing if I could get out before he
did or wait for him to leave. I was scared to see him
in the open, questions tumbling through my mind. I
took a deep breath decided to brave it, flushed the
note down the toilet
unlocked the door and bolted out of there, still
holding my breath. Out the door and onto the seafront,
I made it! No one on the street seemed to notice me
and I relaxed a little and slowed my walking so as not
to attract attention. A little way down the sea front
I met Chris walking towards the toilet. We said hello
but I couldn't mention what had just happened I was
still too freaked out but we agreed to meet in the
same spot the next day after lunch. As we split up I
realized where he was going and laughed to myself with
relief that i wasn't the only kid to get drawn to the
toilets on the sea front. I was almost looking forward
to tomorrow. I didn't know it then but that wasn't the
last time I'd have that mans mouth over my teen cock.
More tomorrow.

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