Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 19:56:32 -0500
From: narrator@bigstring.com
Subject: The Toilet in the Park (Gaymale adult youth)

Hi, this story is composed off my fantasies combined with true events of my
boyhood.  I was brought up in a major city in North West England in the
late 50's when there were cottages on every corner and each day brought a
new adventure and a new story to write....



It was cold and the rain was lashing my face but all I could see in my
minds eye was the inside of a toilet cubicle.  Was there any new messages
or drawings, I was spurred on by a need that a seven and a half year old
boy could not possibly understand.

Soaking and trembling, not with cold but with anticipation I walk through
the door into the foul smelling interior, the low wattage bulbs hardly
penetrating the gloom.  It is empty, it is always empty, and on a day like
today it was no surprise that it was empty.

Seeing people was not my purpose, in fact it never entered my head that
there may be someone in here at all.  This was my place, my own private
little fantasy place were I could do things and be somebody.

My heart pounded in my chest as I entered the first of the three cubicles,
my eyes scanning the walls and the back of the door, no nothing new in
here.  Quickly I went to the next one and immediately saw some new writing
on the far wall.  Carefully I closed the door and waited for my eyes to
accustom themselves to the near darkness caused by the door blocking most
of the light out.

The feelings had already started as I slowly unclasped the clip that
secured the waistband of my short trousers. It was always the same,
whenever I thought about this place my penis would get hard and stiff and
these lovely feelings would start in the bottom of my belly and between my
legs.  I always felt compelled to come here and do things that would make
the feelings get even better.  Why I did these things I didn't know and
didn't really want to know.  All that mattered was the feelings, and today
they were very strong.  I knew I had to do everything I felt I needed to
do, this would not be a quick visit.  At last my eyes were able to read all
the writing and look at all the pictures.  I had seen them all before and
done my little ritual to all of them so I went straight to the new stuff,
unzipping as I went and letting my pants fall around my ankles.  I was
naked from the waist down, I deliberately left my underwear off when I
sensed that I needed to visit my favourite place.

The sudden cold draft sent a new thrill through my loins and a closed my
eyes momentarily, enjoying the sensation as it washed over me.  Then,
hoping that the message would be what I liked to read I scanned the first
few lines.

  "Would love to empty my pussy juice in your mouth, and yours in mine.
Meet here any night after 7pm."  Underneath was a rough drawing of a man in
full ladies underwear and another man kneeling in front of him also in
underwear.  The kneeling man had the other mans penis in his mouth.  I
sighed, disappointed, it wasn't quite what I wanted.  I didn't understand
what he meant about his pussy juice and why were they both wearing ladies
knickers and stuff.  The only bit I did get anything out of was the drawing
with the mans penis in the other mans mouth.  That seemed to give me a
better thrill.

Quickly I pulled my pants up and left the cubicle heading for the last one
in the roe, it seemed to have gone even darker outside and the rain was
lashing the windows.  I shuddered in the gloom, I realised I should make my
way home but the need was still there I had to check out the last cubicle.
Fortunately this one had a light bulb dangling directly overhead so there
was no problem with me being able to see.  To say I was gob smacked by what
greeted me was an understatement.  The whole of the left hand wall had been
cleaned off and was now covered in brand new stuff and it was all what I
liked.  Plenty of drawings some of them in colour and lots of writing to go
with them.  Trembling with excitement I dropped my pants and stepped out of
them, and then with feverish haste I undid my shirt all the way down.  It
was the next best thing to being naked.  I had started my ritual.

My penis was so stiff it almost hurt and it throbbed constantly sending
pangs of pleasure through me.  I read the stories avidly and looked at the
pictures open mouthed.  They were all about men doing things with little
boys, little boys just like me.

The drawings were fantastic, some in pencil and some in coloured crayon.  I
nearly all of them the man had his penis in the boys mouths or in their
bums.  Some showed then kissing while the boy was giving the man a wank and
some even showed the man squirting his cum all over the boy.

I couldn't take it any longer and quickly walked over to the opposite wall
where the hole was.  I bent and looked through into the next cubicle just
to make sure I was still alone, then turning round I bent forward and
pressed my bare bum up against the hole.  The cold stone wall made me gasp
but it didn't matter I was already thrilling at the imagined mans penis
sliding into me and the man standing in front of me with his huge erection
in my mouth.  I closed my eyes and heard the man behind me moaning with
pleasure while the one in front was telling me what a good little boy I
was.

I gripped my hard little cock and within two strokes it happened, I saw
stars and my knees gave way and I slowly slid to the floor while my mind
went to heaven.  The men had finished off all over me and I could feel
there wetness under my bottom, actually it was the cold wet floor of the
cubicle, I was probably sitting in somebody's piss but I didn't care the
feeling had been sensational as it always was and I was satisfied.

Gradually I came to my senses, the ritual was over and I had got my thrill,
I got up from the cold wet floor and pulled my pants up, I gasped as the
movement gave me another little bolt of pleasure.  It was time to go and I
had to face the now cold and very dark outside world. I pulled the collar
of my school blazer up as far as it would go around my neck and head down I
headed out into the pouring rain.

I didn't see him, in fact it wasn't until I sat on the floor with a bump
that I realised what had happened.  I had walked straight into a man coming
down the path into the toilets.  "I'm sorry", I stammered as I tried to get
up.  "Here let me give you a hand" he said.  I looked at him as he pulled
me up.  He was old, with grey hair that hung down from around his trilby
hat.  The rain was running down the rim onto his raincoat and his hand was
wet yet warm at the same time.

He smiled "You OK son?"  His old craggy face had broke into a smile and I
began to relax a bit as I realised I was not going to get told off and to
look where I was going.  "I guess so", the conversation stopped there and I
went to walk away but he still had hold of my hand, it was almost as if he
didn't want to let me go.  He was still bending over as he had been when he
was talking to me and his eyes were staring down at me.

I got a bit scared and yanking my hand from his I walked off down the small
path to the larger one at the end.  As I turned onto it I looked back half
expecting him to be gone but he was there standing just inside the toilet
doorway, then to my astonishment he beckoned to me.  I stopped transfixed,
I wanted to go on but I couldn't, those feelings had started again and my
imagination was going wild.  Was this one of the men in the drawings, maybe
he was the one who drew them in the first place.  I shuddered as the rain
soaked me through to my skin.

He beckoned again and I nearly started back towards him.  What would he do
to me? I wondered, will he do those things I imagine when I do my ritual?
The though brought another thrill racing through me and my head swam.  Then
I heard him" Come here, its OK!, I won't hurt you".  He opened his raincoat
and his cock was out, he started to stroke it.  "C'mon its for you, come
and get it".  My brain exploded and I was in heaven again, my knob throbbed
as the feelings overtook my entire body.  I staggered back with the
intensity of the thrill, not understand why it had happened.  I hadn't done
the ritual or touched myself, yet I had just had the biggest most powerful
thrill of all time.

Seeing me stagger like that he called out again.  "Are you Ok?" then he
started to walk towards me, now I quickly recovered my senses and got
really scared and I ran.  I ran and ran until I was sure there was nobody
following me, then as I slowed to a walk I had time to think about what had
just happened and how I felt about it.  As my breath returned to normal and
I neared home I wondered again what would have happened if I had gone back
in the toilet with the man.  I wished I had now, I longed to feel a mans
cock in my hand, would he feel mine to I wondered?  Oh course he would, I
shuddered as another wave of pleasure came over me.

Mum was annoyed, I was late again and my Dinner had gone cold.  I made the
excuse that I had some homework to do and went upstairs to my room, my
mum's voice still ringing in my ears.  Quickly I stripped all my clothes
off and stood in front of the mirror, imagining the man also naked standing
behind me.  His thing was pressing into my bum and his hand was feeling my
penis.  I took hold of myself still pretending it was the man and then I
saw stars again and my knees gave way.  I gasped with the intensity of the
thrill and made up my mind there and then, I would definitely go with the
next man that asked me.  That evening as I sat and watched TV with my mum
and dad, I saw a piece of news about a little boy of nine who had been
missing from home for a week.  He had been found in a wood somewhere, naked
and sexually assaulted; he had been strangled to death.  A white car with
two men in it had been seen late at night speeding away from the scene.
Immediately I started to wonder what they had done to the boy.  In my minds
eye I could see two men their cocks large and erect and a little boy naked
and laying on a bed.  I imagined that little boy to be me.

That night in bed I did it three more times, it was wonderful, I couldn't
stop doing it and I couldn't stop thinking about the man with his cock out
either.  The next day was a Saturday and after I had breakfast I went out
to play with John and Brian, my friends from across the street.  I felt a
lot better and the events of the previous day were forgotten.  However as
time went on and it began to get dark, those feelings began to come over me
again.  It was about five in the afternoon and already quite dark, John and
Brian had gone home for tea and I new that's were I should be going too.
Risking my mother's anger I headed for the park and my favourite place, the
Gents toilets.

The thought of maybe having a mans cock in my hands drove me on.  Even my
mother's warnings about going into the park in the dark did nothing to stop
my longing.  I was impatient, completely ignoring her warnings; in fact
they seemed to excite me even more as they rang inside my head.  I was very
aware of my penis, it was stiff and hard and throbbing, even my breath was
heavy and laboured, it was as if I knew that this visit was not going to be
in vain.

Immediately I entered the very familiar building I knew there was something
different, there was an atmosphere here and I hesitated just inside the
door.  I pondered for a few seconds but my need over ruled common sense and
I walked quietly in.  Perhaps I should have made a noise because as I
rounded the corner in the part were the urinals were I saw two men standing
there, one I recognised at once as the man I had seen before, the other one
was younger and taller.  Both wore long raincoats and were standing facing
each other.  I stood transfixed as I watched them wanking each other and my
heart thundered in my chest.  The younger man was talking and I caught some
words cos he was whispering to the other man.

"A little boy, you lucky sod" he said, then the other guy went to answer
him but it was then he spotted me standing there.  I was lost, my mind
screamed run, run but my legs were anchored to the spot.  Everything
happened as if in a dream, I was in one of the cubicles, both of the men
were there and I could see their cocks right in front of my face, then
there hands were all over me and I remember one of them taking my pants
off.  "He's got no undies on" somebody said then I was being lifed off my
feet and stoo on the toilet pan.  The older man leaned down a bit and I
felt the most wonderful sensation you can possibly imagine as he took my
tiny stiff cock in his mouth.  I shivered as the thrill overtook me.

"He's cum, I felt him jerk in my mouth" The words seemed to echo in my
brain and suddenly I came to my senses.  I was being sexually molested by
two men and I was loving it.

"Oh God" the younger one said and he moved in on me his mouth covering my
lips, his tongue forcing its way between them.  I was thrilling constantly,
the older man was still sucking me and now his finger was playing with my
bum.

Suddenly the older one stopped sucking me and told me to get of the toilet
then he sat on it instead.  He manoeuvred me so I was standing with my back
to him.  He signalled to the younger guy.  "Put it in his mouth" he was
panting, we all were.  Then I watched as the mans dick was pushed into my
mouth.  I closed my eyes as the thrill overtook me for the umpteenth time.
My mind filled with the drawings I was so fond of with little boys like me
and how they would take a mans dick into their mouths and how another man
would put his dick in their behind.

It was just as I thought about it that I felt the man behind me push his
finger up my bottom.  Oh God, all my dreams and fantasies were coming true
and the feeling of being used both back and front was unreal.  I pushed
back onto the finger, enjoying the sensation just as the guy in front
started to come.  I felt his hands grip my head and I knew what he was
going to do.  I remembered all those drawings again with the stuff coming
out of the mans dick all over the little boys faces and in their mouths,
now I was going to find out what it was for real.  I felt his cock swell
and he started the pant really fast then it happened, he groaned out loud
and held my face even tighter.  It was squirting in my mouth and down my
throat, and then it was dribbling down my chin and onto my shirt.  He took
it out of my mouth and watched as I spat it on the floor then I felt the
other guys finger withdrawing from my bum.  I waited as he positioned
himself were the younger guy had been moments before.  My mouth was already
open and I took him in with ease.  I was sucking the cock I had been
dreaming about since that rainy afternoon not so long ago.

Closing my eyes I relished the sensation again as he pushed slowly in and
out of my slippery mouth.  I could feel the glans on the roof of my mouth
and the hard shaft gliding over my lips, I was in heaven.  Then there was a
blinding light, so powerful that it dazzled me even though my eyes were
closed.  I opened them only to stare directly into the lens of a digital
camera.  The younger guy was taking pictures of me sucking off the older
guy.  Being so young I didn't realise the implications of having my picture
taken doing such a thing, in fact I revelled in it.  The cock started to
swell in my mouth and I knew I was in for a second helping and sure enough
I felt it spurt down my throat.  Another flash and this time the camera
caught me with cum dripping down off my chin as he pulled his dick out and
shot the rest of his load on my face. It was heaven and I loved every
minute of it.

They made me pose like that while they took picture after picture, they
took turns in sucking me while the other took even more pictures until
finally the cameras memory was full.

They cleaned me up as best they could, wiping the cum of my shirt with some
toilet paper.  The younger one warned me not to put it in the laundry
basket at home because my mum would know what the stains were, so I was to
wash it myself.

We left the building and started to walk in the dark towards the park
gates, I walked between them my hands clasped in theirs, I felt safe and
elated but most of all I felt satisfied, my dreams had all come true and I
was very, very pleased with myself.

We introduced each other as the gates disappeared behind us; the older one
was Terry and the younger Mike, I told them my name and we all had a laugh.
Well David, Mike said "Would you like to do it again?"  I nodded looking up
at the two towering figures beside me, "When" I said.....

Hope you enjoyed my little tale.  As usual feedback is the food upon which
we authors eat.  Advice ctitical or otherwise is welcome, as is your
opinion.

narrator@bigstring.com