Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 22:34:46 +0100 (BST)
From: jay N <jwritesfornif8@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Beginning - Teen discovers Dads

The Beginning - Teen Discovers Dads

b/M oral anal

The first signs that I was different were evident even though I was very
young. As a young boy I enjoyed sitting in mens' laps. A couple of times I
had followed men (such as Dad, my older brother, a neighbour) into the
toilet to watch them piss. As a pre-teen, stealing my friend's Dad's
underwear from their laundry basket, to take home and sniff while thinking
about his big black cock. As a young teen I'd gotten good at using bath
time to prepare my little boycunt so it would be wet when men began fucking
it, which I fantasized would happen in the not too distant future.

The first time, as far as I know.. was aged 13. There are some rumours
about my grandfather but I figure that even though I'm too young to
remember it, I'd have probably wanted it. Anyway.. I was skipping school
occasionally to visit the mens' toilets in our local shopping mall. I had
thought I was so clever - 'no-one will ever guess I'm here inhaling the
smell of cock and piss, MEN. How crafty and enterprising I am.' At that
age, I assumed I was a freak of nature for liking all of my school teachers
and wishing they'd put me over their desks. I was shocked to the core when
my explorations of these somehow attractive mens' toilets, swimming pool
changing rooms, and my personal favourite - the Stockwood Park public
toilets where in the coming weeks I would be feeling a man ejaculate inside
me for the first time - led to my smooth legs being felt up under the
stalls, not long after I had been using one of those super convenient holes
to watch the man in
 the stall next to me wank his big, hairy cock.

My first taste. After our fevered whispers, I was soon invited into his
cubicle. Parts of my school uniform were removed and the man enjoyed
touching every part of my body before I knelt on the floor of the cubicle
to suck his cock. He was a fairly fat daddy bear. I was very scared that
we'd be overheard, and thanked him before scarpering home.

I locked myself in my room to consider what this all meant. Like clockwork,
my devious little mind had realized that if I had seen and sucked hard cock
through the drilled holes between the stalls, maybe I could be fucked in
one?! I spent the next couple of weeks hyper-sexualised. Having slightly
later "baths", and then taking anything I could get my hands on to my
bedroom to fuck myself with while my family slept. I would even keep a
careful eye on my older brother, he's 10 years my senior. After he finished
using the toilet I'd go in after to lick his piss drops up. I waited
without much patience for my next opportunity to visit these exciting
places again.

One early Thursday morning, around April and a month or so after my
fourteenth birthday, my elder sister went to work in the morning and
instructed me to stay as long as I want but to make sure I posted the spare
key back through her letterbox when I eventually left for home. My chance!
Her house was a mere five minute walk from Stockwood Park. Home to the most
exciting toilet area I'd been to so far. An old brick building set close to
the entrance, next to a small parking bay. Two large cubicles set either
side of a long steel latrine. It was my sheer luck that it was one of the
hottest cruising grounds in the area, right up until its demolition in
roughly 2008.

My sister left for work and I sprang into action. Douching my young teen
hole with the shower attachment, getting squeaky clean and after drying, I
rubbed some of her special moisturiser into my buttocks and upper thighs,
finishing with an insertion of Vaseline into my needy hole. After all my
preparations, it was almost midday. I couldn't wait to arrive, and skipped
on to the park.

There, I entered the left hand cubicle and sat on the toilet. I took my
shorts down and began to wank. I listened to a few men come and go, their
footsteps telling me they arrived, unzipped at the latrine and left
promptly. After some time, I heard a less explainable set of
footsteps. They'd walked around for a while without using the latrine or
the connecting cubicle. Sensing an opportunity, I quietly unlocked my
cubicle, allowing the door to swing open slightly. I stood with my back to
the door with my shorts around my ankles, offering my hairless teen hole to
whichever stranger was skulking around outside. He must've eventually seen
the door slightly open, as soon enough a man joined me. A man, aged around
46-49 is my best guess. He was grey-haired and in decent shape. A bit of a
belly on him, something that I and a seemingly large number of modern
pussyboys have grown to love on their daddy friends. I knew a bit more
about what to expect about these
 encounters, so got onto my knees while the stranger undid his belt and
trousers before letting them drop to his ankles.

I sucked his cock with vigour, but my inexperience showed as he lifted me
upwards and chuckled softly at my attempt. Without words, he held my small
skinny body and encouraged me to turn around. I knew my dreams had come
true when I felt his length sinking into me. With one hand holding my
shoulder and the other my waist, he entered my body rhythmically while I
bent over and pointed my pussy upwards and outwards towards his groin. All
my hard work and preparation had paid off! The stranger shafted me for
perhaps a few minutes before shooting his spunk up into me. Only then did
we speak. He asked my name and age, kissed me and walked out. Now I'm in my
early twenties, I see the significance of losing my virginity in such a
manner. Bent over in a cubicle at a cruising spot, while a dirty old daddy
whose name I didn't know gave me my first injection of sperm.

I visited that place a few more times that summer. A further three men
enjoyed me. An older, tall, suited businessman had driven me to my sister's
nearby house where I received a crisp twenty pound note for sitting in his
lap and letting him feel me up. The two other men both fucked me in the
stall without condoms. One of the men gave me the poppers bottle he'd been
using and the other, my last suitor in that park toilet, gave me a crumpled
ten pound note after pulling out of me and zipping up.

I'll write further chapters, changing names and places only where I have
to. Write me at jwritesfornif8@yahoo.co.uk, with any questions.