Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 21:07:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: dorsetboy2000 <dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: public bog, part 3

Don't read if you're under 18 (like I was)

My time with Chris in a public bog. Part 3 of 3.
Adult/teen(s)


Authors note:

All of this really happened to me, I did get a little
carried away with the descriptions of sex in the last
part but it did all happen. 13 or 14 yrs old in the
late 60's. This chapter got so long that I had to
split it into 2 parts. Hopefully they will get posted
together. If you like it or it brings back memories
for you, let me know.
dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com



Chapter 3

	`Ok you two come and stand by the bed.' Then he went
back to the chest of drawers and opening one of the
drawers I saw it was full with pairs of white
underpants. He rummaged through them and pulled out 2
pairs and moved back to the bed. Then he told me to
come over and holding up a pair of yfronts that looked
too small for me told me to lift my leg up and slipped
them over my feet. He slid them up my legs and over my
cock and bum and patted the stretched front of them.
`They're a bit small' I said. `They're perfect' he
replied as he leaned back to look at me. They must
have been 2 sizes too small, the leg bands were tight
on my thigh and my semi hard cock was forced out
against the pouch. They had been well worn and were
almost grey from all the washings they'd had and the
seams were slightly frayed with little holes all over
from where the cotton had pulled away from the
stitching. But with the new `bulge' I had and the
attention from Michael's hands I was feeling sexy
again. Then Michael told Chris to come over and stand
in front of him. He was holding another pair of string
briefs for Chris and again told him to lift his feet
while he slipped them over and up onto Chris smooth
legs. Chris was still hard and Michael had to push
Chris' cock flat to his belly to pull the pants over
it. Like mine they were small and tight on Chris and
his hard cock was clearly visible through the string
panels on the side of the pouch. Mmm I wish I had some
of those. Then Michael wanted a picture of us in just
our underpants so he posed us together kneeling side
by side on the bed, our cocks pushing out the front
and our arms over each others shoulders. I just hoped
there was no way my parents would ever get to see this
picture! 		Next he had us lay down on the bed still
side by side. He told us to wrestle for a bit while he
watched. Funny really, we both just did what he said.
I think because we knew he was the experienced one and
was teaching us new stuff. Chris jumped on me and
before I knew it flipped me over on my front and
straddled my bum pinning my arms to the bed my crotch
forced down hard into the bedding. I enjoyed his
weight on my body and as he was laughing I knew he
wasn't serious so I bucked my hips and threw him back
to his side quickly getting on my knees ready to
pounce on him. As I kneeled I looked down to my
underpants and the tent formed by my stiffie had a
large wet spot spreading across the cotton. Chris
pointed at it and I flew at him trying to knock him
off the bed. As we made contact a sticky patch of goo
transferred itself from my underpants to his belly and
we both fell back down on the bed laughing and rubbing
our crotches together, legs tangled, arms around each
other, our hard knobs only separated by soft white
cotton. `All right lads' said Michael, why don't we
get naked, you boys take each others pants off first.
We helped each other gladly lose the constricting
underwear and let our stiff boy cocks float freely all
inhibitions gone in this perfect moment.
	Then we watched Michael  bend down to lose his socks
unbutton his trousers, slip them down and off, his
underwear tented out with that giant cock I had groped
under the toilet wall. I was excited to see this man
cock in all its glory and as he lowered his underwear
the sexual energy in the room jumped up a notch. His
cock must have been 7" long and hard but not thick,
and a cavalier head, like Chris. (I was a roundhead,
still am). His balls hung quite low in a pear shaped
sack, and not a lot of hair. I found out later he
trimmed it. It was a magnificent sight to me and I
wanted to reach out and hold it. Chris was
absentmindedly stroking himself as he watched Michael
strip. I was oozing on the quilt and Michael I think
was enjoying the sight of a 13 yr. old and 14 yr. old
naked and hard on his bed. He told us to stop and lay
down on our backs. We lay down leaving enough space
between us for him. Michael went back to the trunk and
got a jar of vaseline, brought it to the bed and
clambered up between us. He opened the jar and put a
dollop on both hands. Then he took both of our knobs
and just started rubbing the heads very softly
slicking the grease around the knob, rubbing his thumb
firmly up the underside the head making us squeal and
squirm in ecstasy. Then he turned slightly to Chris
and started greasing his whole cock. Chris was panting
and moaning and I didn't think he would last much
longer. Then Michael took his hand from my knob and
slipped it up between his bum cheeks greasing his
crack and bum. I was shocked to see him straddle Chris
and lower his hole over Chris' cock. As I watched in
awe his hole slid over my mates cock and swallowed it
whole. Michael's own massive cock was pointing at
Chris' head and a little pearl of clear juice hovered
at the tip about to fall to Chris' belly. Chris let
out a really deep guttural sigh and Michael slowly
started raising and lowering himself over Chris' slick
cock. `Oh no' cried Chris  `uugh uuugh I'm coming,'
Michael sped up and Chris' hips bucked off the bed as
he shot his juice up into Michael. They both collapsed
down on the bed, and Michael pulled himself off,
Chris' hips twitching a bit from his orgasm. `Your
turn now' said Michael as he rolled over to me and
straddled my legs. He looked at my cock which was
still slick from his prior wanking it and the clear
juice that had formed on the head. He leaned down and
with the tip of his tongue licked the bead of pre cum
that was forming and sat up licking his lips. Then he
moved up and squatting over me lowered himself gently
onto my cock. His hole was already stretched a bit and
I slipped in easily. Oh I'd never thought it could
feel like this! I was on cloud nine, my pride and joy
sheathed in the warm moist tunnel of this man. And
right in front of me that massive man cock that I
needed to feel. I reached up and grasped it, just
getting my fingers around it. It wasn't quite as stiff
as Chris' or mine but it was sooo long to me, I'd
never seen anything so big. His balls were sitting on
my stomach and with my other hand I picked them up and
rolled them around my fingers. He was enjoying it and
encouraging me. Then he started to pull up on me and
suddenly my whole focus was on my cock. Unbelievable
sensations started coursing through me, my cock was
manipulated by his slick hole, every cell in my body
was alive and tingling, Michael speeding up his ride
on my rigid cock. His hand had taken over from mine
and he was rapidly pumping his own cock, his balls
slapping on my belly, telling me to fuck him hard with
my boy cock. His fist was a frenzy now and as if in
slow motion I saw the slit in the head of his cock
expand under the force of his cum roping out  to
splatter on my face and neck. 5 or 6 times I was hit
and it happened so fast I didn't have time to think
about it. My whole body exploded my own juice up into
Michael's bum, his hole gripped tight around me
milking me of every last drop. We both visibly sighed
and he collapsed down onto me. I was still on another
planet, my cock only a little softer, and lost in the
glow of a new incredible experience. Michael leaned
forward and started licking his cum off my face. He
had some on his lips, looked at me and suddenly kissed
me right on my lips. I was still floating and didn't
mind. It was my first taste of another's cum and it
wasn't so bad. Then Michael released my cock and
climbed off me saying to wait there. He went to the
bathroom and returned with a clean flannel and towel.
Chris was still half hard but Michael gently washed
his crotch and dried him. Then he cleaned me up and
brought over the lemonade from earlier. I greedily
drank and found my voice. `Wow! that was incredible.
Can we do this again sometime?'  `Yes' said Michael
`you two can come over anytime you like. You'll know
if I'm home because the curtains on the front window
will be open'. Chris and I both stumbled off the bed
and returned to our clothes spread over the room. I
had to fish my underpants out of my duffel bag but
eventually we were in good enough shape to face the
real world. We said our goodbyes to Michael and
dragged our bikes up the steps. We were both a bit
lightheaded from the fun we'd had and neither of us
was up to riding yet. We walked for about ten minutes.
I had a million questions to ask Chris. He answered a
few but we had to get home and split up again
promising to meet tomorrow when Chris suggested taking
a hike over the cliffs to a secret beach he knew of.

	I continued visiting `cottages' in England for
another 14 years and had some memorable times, but
stopped when I moved to the States. Chris and I kept
going to Michael's for another year (when I was home
on holidays) but then he moved, I started hanging out
at the dance palace on the sea front and dating girls,
and we drifted apart.  If Chris is still out there 30
yrs. on then I would love to get in touch. When I'm in
the UK now, I usually don't have time or inclination
to spend in lavs but when I have to run in to take a
slash  I get a nostalgic blast from the past,
wondering what's going on behind that closed door? I
don't even know if men and boys still do that stuff.
It's so easy now to meet up with people in other ways
it has probably lost it's allure. enjoy.

dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com