Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 18:08:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Publick Washroom Boy, (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/MMM)

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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Public Washroom Boy
By
Wolf

	Everything changed shortly after my thirteenth birthday.
I had developed a strong interest in sex, especially wanking.  I
was playing with my cock every chance I got.  I came from a
large family so there was almost no privacy at home.

	We lived in Hamelin, northern Germany in 1994.
Having a lot of brothers and sisters living in a one bathroom
home doesn't allow you to seek privacy for more than a
couple of minutes.  There were four boys sharing one
bedroom.  There were two bunk beds in our room, so wanking
makes a lot of noise and shook the bunk.  It was impossible to
play with myself without disturbing my younger brother.

	My parents named me Marc and I was a skinny teenager
at the time.  I had short blond hair and very little body hair
back then.  What little pubic hair I had was not much darker
than the hair on my head.

	I often frequented the public toilets in town, just to get a
look at the grown men while they used the urinals.  I was
fascinated by the sight of their cocks.  Many German men
were not circumcised, so they have a variety of foreskins.
Some are so tight that the skin reduces the size of their knobs.
Their cocks taper from the base to a much smaller knob that is
partly exposed.  Other men have a lot of extra skin dangling
from the end of their knob, which requires them to skin it back
to pee.  There are also some men that were circumcised at
birth now.  Their cocks have large mushroom heads with a
thick roll around the knob.

	Sometimes the men got mad at me when they caught me
staring at their cocks, some got nervous, and even put their
cocks back into their pants while still dribbling pee, but some
would turn towards me and show me their cocks proudly.
When they offered to let me play with it, I was too
embarrassed to do anything the first few time.  Eventually I
did play with their cocks, and even started sucking them.

	Eventually I entered one toilet stalls, and discovered the
glory-hole right next to the toilet seat.  I would sit there
watching the activity in the neighboring stall while pulling on
my cock.  I would sometimes wank off two or three times
before leaving the bathroom.

	Every Wednesday I participated in sports.  My mates
and I played football, (Soccer in the US).  It was my practice
to cross the field after practice to use the public toilet.  The
place always had a damp concrete floor, covered with toilet
paper, and stunk of disinfectant and urine.

	I would slip into a toilet stall and wank off like mad for
a half hour or so.  At first I didn't understand why someone
had drilled a hole in the partition right next to the toilet, but I
quickly learned why it was there.

	One afternoon a man entered the stall right after I went
into my favorite stall.  Right after I dropped my pants and sat
down on the toilet, the man stuck his cock through the hole.  I
knew right away what he wanted.  I took hold of it and
skinned back the foreskin, to admire the wet knob.  I stroked
him a little, before he pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Suck it
boy!"

	I opened my mouth and licked the knob before I took it
into my mouth.  I sucked him quietly until he actually squirted
cum into my mouth.  I sat there savoring the taste of his cum,
while he pulled up his pants, and made his exit.

	Another time a man entered the next stall and another
man followed him into the stall.  The second man kissed the
first man neck while he unfastened the first man's pants.  He
pulled down the man's pants and shorts, as the first man bent
over to support himself on the pipes connected to the flushing
mechanism.  The second man opened his own pants and
stepped up to drive his cock into the first man's asshole.  He
hung onto the first man's hips while he fucked the man.  When
he was finished he wiped his cock off on the first man's bum,
before pulling up his own shorts and pants.  He opened the
stall door and made his exit.  When the first man was left
alone he must have known I was watching, because he stuck
his cock through the hole.  I sucked him off quickly.  I was
spending so much time in the place that men started noticing
me.

	The janitor fought a losing battle trying to keep the
place clean.  He must have been in his late forties.  He always
smelled of industrial cleaners.  I suspected that he was Turkish
because of his jet-black hair, three day growth of stubble on
his face, dark and skin, and stocky build.  He was always
pushing around a yellow plastic bucket on wheels with his
mop.  He couldn't help noticing how much time I was
spending there.

	There was also another man that spent a lot of time in
the place.  I learned that his name was Steffen, and he was also
in his late forties.  He was a tall man, all of two meters tall,
muscular, but starting to develop a beer-belly.  When I got to
know him I found out just how hairy he was.  The only places
her didn't have hair on him, was his feet, palms of his hands,
and his butt cheeps.

	One evening they pulled me out of the stall, when there
was no one else was in the place.  They stripped all of my
clothes off of me, and had rough sex with me.  They made me
suck both of their cocks.  The janitor's cock was so dark it was
almost black with a very dark purple knob, when he pulled
back the foreskin.  He had a strong body odor that would have
been repulsive any other time, but being forced to deep-throat
his cock was exciting.  The other man held me from behind,
while he drove his long fat cock into my virgin bum.  As soon
as the janitor came in my mouth the other man finished
fucking my bum.  Then they changed places.  I was forced to
take the man's cock into my mouth.  I swear I could taste his
cum and my own shit on my cock.  The janitor quickly
wanked off long enough to get another hard-on before he
shoved it deep into my bum.  They even forced me down on
the dirty floor on all fours so that they could fuck me again.
They even pissed all over my naked body afterwards.

	The whole time they were using me my arse hole felt
like they were sticking red hot pokers up my bum.  When they
were finished there was still a throbbing pain.  Any attempt to
pucker my arse hole shut sent a blinding pain through my
body.  They eventually left me there alone to get dressed.  I
felt their man-cum dripping from my arse-hole.  I was forced
to take a handful of toilet paper and stuffed into my bum while
I sat on the toilet.  I actually had cum while they fucked me,
but I had to wank-off one more time before pulling up my
underwear and pants.  I slowly walked home with my legs
spread.  I was walking like the French Foreign Legion
marches.

	It took me a couple of days for my arse-hole to return to
normal.  As soon as I recovered I had to return to the public
toilet for more sex.  I actually sought out Steffen.  He took me
home with him.  He lived close by, so he walked me home
with his hand resting on my shoulder like a father might walk
with his son.  As soon as we were in his home he took me in
his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth.  His beard felt like
sandpaper against my cheek.  He pulled of my clothes as we
made our way to his bedroom.  He virtually lifted me up and
tossed me on top of his bed.  I lay there holding my breath
while he took off his clothes.  That was when I first became
aware how hairy his body was.  He got on top of the bed and
sat on my face.  I discovered just how hairy his arse-hole was.
He demanded that I stick my tongue into his asshole.  He
virtually smothered me, until I thought I was going to pass out,
before he moved enough for me to catch my breath.  He used
his callous hands to pull on my cock.  He would pull the
foreskin back hard, causing me a painful moment.

	He made me suck on his hair covered man breasts,
before he prepared me for another arse-fucking.  It hurt just as
much as the first time, but I loved it.  I hated to go home.  I
had never enjoyed having to hide to wank.  Now I was
allowed to parade around his home naked all I wanted.

	Steffen allowed the janitor and several other men to use
me.  They all like rough sex.  While someone would fuck my
arse, others would be fucking my mouth, or milking my penis.
It was common for them to attach wooden clothespins to my
nipples.  They hung weights to my balls to stretch them.  By
the time they finished my balls hung down almost half way
down my thighs.  They stretched my arse-hole with a variety
of butt plugs.

	My parents began to think I was hanging out with street
roughens or into drugs.  In reality the only drug I used was
poppers while I was getting fucked.  I would break the capsule
just before I was about to cum and inhale the gas.  The rush
was enough for me to cum without even touching my cock.

	As soon as I completed middle school at fifteen I was
apprenticed to a haberdasher.  He was also a boy lover.  I
spent any a night in his bed getting fucked hard.  As rough as
he was to me while using me, he was very sweet afterwards.
Manny a night, after he fucked me he would hug me lovingly
while kissing my neck, and his cock was still in my arse.

	As I matured and grew into manhood he lost interest in
me sexually, because he favored boys.  I had to make my own
living after that, but I still sought out older men that desired
me.  I also developed a desire for younger boys to introduce to
the pleasures of sex.



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