Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2016 09:10:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: TOILET TRAINING

Have you ever had one of those strange dreams where your past comes back to
you as a collage of the choicest experiences of your sexual awakening? We
are talking here about your first wet dream and the look on your mother's
face when she noticed the dried mess, or the first time another guy sucked
your cock and you came in his mouth, or even your first experience of
another guy's seriously hard cock being shoved up your horny pulsating
backside and fucking you like there was no tomorrow? Dreams like that have
been intermittently happening lately to me and my good friend Jack Quaid as
well as to Joe and Pete, our former "special mates" from our teenage years;
Frank, a mutual friend who also appears in this tale, suggested we might
get rid of the demons causing the horrors by sharing our experiences of
puberty and how we coped with it with an understanding audience. So I'm
going to give it a try and (with JQ's permission) begin with his first
experiences of 'cottaging' after school. Something like this happened to us
all during that final year at school.

For some years there has been a public toilet at a particular spot in the
town where Jack Quaid and I lived and went to school together. It was
located behind the Library and was an undistinguished small brick building,
with male conveniences on one side and female ones on the other. Being
close to the main bus depot and a large department store (which had not
been provided with suitable facilities when it opened in the early 1900's)
Jack's favourite public loo enjoyed a reasonably busy time during the week,
Monday to Saturday, but was usually locked up all day on a Sunday, probably
a hangover from the prudish Edwardian dislike of acknowledging that their
bodily functions still needed seeing to even on the Sabbath! The run down,
grimy reeking place was allegedly cleaned twice daily by a council employee
whose sole function in life seemed to be to travel round the town cleaning
public toilets, not a job any sane person would want, thank you. He never
stayed long and if you went in there after he'd gone, you were in danger of
choking on the fumes of the ultra strong undiluted disinfectant he'd
splashed around but which did not totally eradicate the seemingly permanent
and indestructible stench of stale piss and shit or his occasional attempts
to get rid of the graffiti and dried sperm stains splattering the inside of
the door and interior walls of the lone cubicle. The cubicle might even
boast a fresh load of spunk dribbling slowly down a wall to form a
congealing puddle on the floor. Jack and the rest of us were still
innocents in sexual matters and we did not think, "Huh, some dirty bugger's
left his calling card today!" but for some strange reason our pubescent
cocks always started to swell and rise up, much to our embarrassment, but
initially that did not mean anything to us. That is, until the day Jack
sought me out after school and said he wanted to let me know he'd had his
first experience of 'cottaging'. This is his story.

Most of us boys usually used the place for the legitimate purpose of having
a piss on the way home after school, but on a few occasions some of the
boys, including Jack Quaid, had noticed several men standing around,
pretending to be taking a leak or washing their hands but silently giving
each other curious looks, almost as if they were using a secret code. It
felt crazy and scary and Jack would hurriedly finish his leak, tuck his
dick back into his pants and almost run out of the place. He had also
noticed that the lock on the door of the single cubicle never showed red,
which it should have done if someone was occupying it for lawful
'business'. He sussed it must have been nearly always occupied as he
occasionally heard faint noises indicating it was Engaged. As he got a bit
older, Jack gradually became aware that when he entered the place, someone
would give a gentle cough or whistle and the door of the cubicle would open
very slowly and silently, leaving a gap through which whoever was inside
might have been watching him. Being a sensitive kind of lad, for a while
Jack stopped using that particular toilet and found somewhere else when he
was in town and needed to go. There was a very busy men only toilet down at
the railway station where men simply went in, did their business, and
left. All quite normal. However, teenage curiosity mingled with the dirty
talk of older boys when 'the folks' were out of earshot, soon got the
better of Jack and he began using the place again in the hope of catching
something 'going on'. He had little luck beyond occasionally sighting a
couple of men hurriedly putting their cocks back into their trousers,
zipping up and rapidly leaving the cottage. Then Jack's fortunes changed on
that weekend when his Mum and Dad had to go up North to visit his Gran, who
had not been very well of late.

On the Friday evening after he'd finished his homework, Jack's Dad took him
to one side while his Mum was in the kitchen washing up the dinner
things. His Dad seemed to be having some difficulty getting to the point
but eventually he lit his pipe, took a drag and said, "Now listen, Jack,
Mum and I are going to put you on trust to behave yourself this weekend
while we're up in Newcastle. I know you're a sensible lad and I am putting
you on your honour not to get up to any mischief whilst we're not
around. Here's a front door key and one for the back door. Take care of
them and when we get home we'll let you keep them. You're growing up now,
Jack and at the end of the summer term you'll be leaving school to go on to
further education. This could be a good opportunity for you to shoulder
some responsibility and behave like the adult you soon will be. John and
Betty next door will be there if you have any problems and they are being
kind enough to give you your meals and let you watch tele with
them. Please, please don't let us down. Promise?" Just before he went up to
bed Jack gave them his promise and surprised them by thanking them for
putting their trust in him. That night he had a massive wet dream and his
naked body and the sheets were still sticky when he got up the following
morning.

The day had dawned bright and warm and while he was showering Jack decided
to put the sheets through the washing machine and tumble dryer, then go
into town, but his first duty was to see his Mum and Dad off. As he watched
the train disappear on its journey northwards he said to himself, "Well,
that's that. What next?" He had not made any special plans of what to do
over the weekend, other than to meet up with his mates as usual and watch
the local football team's next match. They were scheduled to play at home
on the Sunday. Jack and I knew a few of the of younger players, in
particular Joe Clarke and Pete Dawson, whom we had known and looked up to
at school before their time was up and they ventured out into the big wide
world.  Joe and Pete had also managed to wangle special passes for Jack and
myself to the players' dressing room after any home game for boy chat and
bawdy teenage badinage. It was the sight of all that naked male flesh --
particularly the swinging cocks, bouncing balls and trimmed arses -- which
made our developing teen dicks grow bigger sooner than they might have done
otherwise. When we left the dressing room, we'd always looked at each other
then scoot into the toilet and into one of the cubicles, where we dropped
our pants and compared our progress. The day we discovered our first
growths of soft downy pubic hair was a real milestone -- but we still
didn't know about things like 'jerking off' or 'giving head', these and
other games were delights to come -- rather sooner than we expected!

After going to Mario's Pizzeria for something to eat Jack took the bus back
home. He was still feeling a bit sticky from the previous night's enjoyable
'accident' so he took a hot shower and changed into a loose gym singlet,
squeezed into a pair of rather flimsy body hugging light grey shorts, a
pair of white socks and his fave trainers. He had deliberately chosen not
to wear briefs and smiled to himself when he noticed in his bedroom mirror
the enticing bulge in the front of his shorts. It had occurred to him
before that there had to be many subtle ways of indicating to any passing
male who might be interested that he, Jack Quaid, was a horny teenager
ready for fun. Almost as if he was being guided by some unseen force, he
found himself crossing the open space behind the Library and heading
straight for his fave piss house. When he went in he was not surprised to
find it empty, no-one standing at the urinal playing with himself. He had
noticed before that some men stood at the urinal for some time with their
dicks hanging out. Jack did not want a piss but he was determined to see if
anyone would take up his offer of fresh teenage meat. He thought he'd let
his large teen cock hang out and see who, if anyone, would take up an offer
they could not refuse. While he was stood there, feeling rather silly
displaying his semi-hard dick, something in his head told him to take hold
of it and slowly fondle it. It was rigid in seconds. He felt his balls
tighten into his crotch. An unexpected twitching began in his arsehole. His
hand moved a little quicker in short, sharp movements. He threw his head
back and took pleasure in the sensations he was getting...

Oh, FUCK! Someone was outside! Jack felt nervous. Should he zip up and
clear out? Too late. A tall man, who Jack calculated to be in his late
thirties, wearing dark blue overalls stained with splashes of white paint,
a plastic white safety helmet on his head and a pair of heavy, rough
working boots on his feet, casually walked up to the urinal and stood next
to Jack, leaving a space between them. He did not seem at all embarrassed
when he saw that Jack watched intently as he unhurriedly displayed a
semi-hard cock. Looking directly at Jack the man gave him a friendly grin
and slowly lowered his gaze in the general direction of the boy's turgid
cock, already dripping a sticky fluid through the piss slit.  Jack had
noticed a name badge on the front of the man's overalls which bore the name
'Frank', who continued to stare brazenly at Jack's hard cock. Jack later
admitted to me that this bothered him and he turned round and almost ran
into the empty cubicle, pulling the door almost shut behind him but he
could still take surreptitious glances at what the man was doing. The man
was looking around the place and seemed to be attempting to decipher some
of the badly smudged scrawled graffiti on the tiles behind the urinal. He
also seemed to be quietly amused at Jack's sudden disappearance and glanced
over at the almost closed cubicle door. He thought, "Shit, that lad is
gagging for it. I'll go over and see if I'm right."

Just as Frank was about to put his plan into action, a young guy wearing a
tank top and dark trousers came in. Jack, watching from the security of the
cubicle, recognised him as Joe Clarke, one of his former best mates who was
more than a year older. Joe went and stood in the far corner of the urinal,
just about the same place that Jack had occupied. Joe had used this
particular toilet from before he left school and he knew Frank, the man who
had given him his first full on fuck. Joe had left a discreet space between
himself and Frank, who was quite blatantly watching Joe toying with his
dick and displaying it in full view.

"You've kept that cock of yours in good shape, Joe. It's grown quite a bit
since I last knew it, eh?" said Frank, grinning. Joe blushed as he reached
further into his trousers, brought out his balls and fondled them. "They've
developed somewhat as well," chuckled Frank.

Jack overheard the brief conversation and could not resist slowly and
carefully opening the cubicle door just far enough for him to be able to
see and hear better what was going on. Having instantly recognised the
youth as his former schoolmate he was amazed to catch a glimpse of him
deliberately displaying his rigid cock to a man unknown to Jack. Joe slowly
pulled back his foreskin to reveal his reddish, fleshy cockhead and
caressed the sensitive, shining crown as it leaked a steady flow of clear,
sticky liquid which Joe spread around his dick head. He had pushed his
trousers down to expose his bum, but only to allow the thin waistband to be
tucked under his pert buttocks, giving Frank an invitingly erotic glimpse
of his arse crack. Jack was amazed when he realised that Joe was not
wearing underpants. He simply could not resist the temptation to completely
open the cubicle door as Joe and the mysterious man displayed their
equipment and sensually fondled each other's hard-ons. They were instantly
aware they were being observed from the cubicle and realised whoever it was
did not hide the fact that he was watching them. Without bothering to put
his erect cock back into his shorts, Jack walked over to one of the hand
basins, leant against it, pulled down his shorts to show off his
surprisingly juicy balls, held on to his hard dick and began slowly
masturbating. Frank smiled at Jack and reached over and fondled Joe's arse
cheeks. After a few minutes of this, Frank went over to one of the other
basins and poured some water over his hands. Joe still had his cock in his
hand when he turned to see what Frank and Jack were up to.

No longer hesitant, Jack moved further away from the cubicle and approached
Frank. They stood regarding each other with a long stare. Jack put out a
hand to feel Frank's protruding crotch and felt a hard, throbbing cock
through the material. Frank leant forward and gently planted a kiss on
Jack's neck. After this opening gambit it did not take long before they
were exchanging three or four deep kisses. Frank reached out and groped
Jack's thrusting crotch -- strongly. Jack gave a sharp yap like a dog who
has just been disciplined. As Frank massaged the thin material of Jack's
flimsy shorts he noticed a damp patch appearing in the crotch area and
realised Jack's dick was leaking pre-cum. He pushed his forefinger up the
leg of Jack's shorts, rubbed his forefinger around the damp cock head to
collect some of the fluid, removed his sticky digit and reached up towards
Jack's chest. He smeared the stickiness over one of the boy's nipples as a
prelude to giving it a few tweaks. Jack took a sharp, deep breath and
groaned when he felt his nipple tingle as Frank's thumb and first finger
pinched and squeezed on the sensitive, responsive teenage flesh. Frank
removed his hard hat and tossed it on to the floor as he and Jack got down
to some more serious kissing. Jack quickly removed his singlet and tossed
it on to the floor as Frank unbuttoned the upper part of his overalls,
tugged it down until it reached just below his waist, exposing his tight,
shapely arse shrouded by white Y-fronts.

After another bout of hard, lip bruising kisses Frank bent down and took
Jack's tingling nipple into his mouth, sucking on it intensely and nibbling
It with his teeth. Frank was well aware Jack was inexperienced in sexual
matters and guessed this was an opportunity to give the youngster his first
experience of male sex games but he had no intention of scaring the lad by
being too fast or too strong. He and the boy continued for some
considerable time in mutual fondling and groping until they finally grabbed
each other's raging hard-ons. Jack took hold of his shorts and pulled them
down roughly, pushing the elasticised waistband behind his succulent balls,
a move which had the effect of exposing his full rampant length -- which
even for a horny teenager was very well developed -- and emphasising his
erotic shadowy patch of early growth pubic hair. Throwing all caution to
the winds, Jack reached out and dragged Frank's hard cock over the thin
band of his Y-fronts, licking the solid sticky knob and cock slit. Jack
sighed with delight when he savoured his first taste of the piquancy of a
wanton male. Frank slowly lowered himself and, not wishing to alarm the
kid, gently took hold of the youngster's cock and put it into his
mouth. Jack groaned with pleasure when his cock encountered the warm
velvety smoothness and being licked and sucked full length, even right down
to his pubic hair. Meanwhile, Joe had been watching the entire scene,
feeling hornier and hornier, pulling harder and faster on his leaking cock,
his free hand cradling and squeezing his balls. Joe had surmised Jack was
still a virgin and he badly wanted to fuck Jack. He was hoping he'd soon
get the chance. Frank decided to give Jack a taste of a full on blow-job,
taking the young ardent cock down this throat until he had the entire
length to work on. The young novice groaned and took shallow but noisy
breaths, unmistakably enjoying his first experience of oral sex.

It was now Joe's turn to kneel down and take Frank's hard cock into his
mouth. Frank slipped his Y-fronts down and when they reached his ankles he
stepped out of them. Joe now well into his stride was soon sucking hard and
fast. He put his hand beneath Frank's scrotum and caressed, squeezed and
tugged on Frank's balls while he simultaneously sucked harder on Frank's
cock head. By now, Jack was so turned on by the carnal activities he was
rapidly becoming familiar with that he speeded up his masturbating,
realising Frank and Joe were coming closer to shooting their loads, their
groaning and grunting deeper and louder. Frank played with Joe's nipples,
squeezing and pinching them hard, making Joe squirm and moan as he
experienced the fiery tingling in his hard nipples. Jack overlapped his
hand around his cock in such a way that it formed a fleshy tube, like he
had done a couple of nights previously when he had jerked off in
bed. Inexperienced as he was, he began making a back and forth fucking
movement, as if he was imagining himself fucking a tight male arse. He was
breathing heavier and kept his eyes glued on Joe and Frank as they worked
faster, also breathing more heavily and noisily. He watched intently as
Frank played with Joe's sore nipples for a short while, then resumed his
even faster oral ministrations to Joe's cock and took the full length right
down to Joe's pubic hair. Jack resumed stroking and pulling on his own
cock. He could tell from their movements as well as the wet suction noises
and heavy breathing from Joe that they could not be far from
ejaculating. Frank sucked on Joe's cock head even harder still and Jack
realised he might be about to witness an older guy climaxing.

"Hey, you in there, Joe?", came a loud voice from outside.

Jack instantly turned round and dashed back to the corner of the urinal
where he felt safe. He pulled up his shorts to cover his naked backside as
a handsome young guy who seemed to be in his mid-twenties came striding in
and headed straight for the opposite corner of the urinal to where Jack was
standing. The guy was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and sober tie, his
polished shoes giving him a smart businessman appearance. The newcomer
turned his head and grinned when he saw what the naked twosome were up
to. There could be no doubt as to what had been going on. The guy smiled
and unzipped and made ready as if to have a piss. Joe had recognised him as
Pete, his closest mate from their schooldays some three or four years
ago. He was amazed when Pete pulled out a large, hard erect cock which he
immediately began to slowly masturbate. Jack pulled on his own cock, turned
to face the young man to display his full length. This was just what he had
been waiting and hoping for, a chance to get involved in some real man
action. Without stopping to think, he squeezed himself between the urinal
tiles and Pete, knelt down and took the big cock into his mouth.

By watching other men whenever he could, Jack had picked up some pointers
as to the best techniques to use to get the most effective ways to suck
cock and give a guy pleasure. Jack was rather pleased with himself when the
new guy responded to his oral ministrations by emitting a low groan of
pleasure. This seemed to encourage Jack even more. Joe and Frank had
progressed further and Frank appeared to have taken the example set by the
youngest of the four men and was now giving Joe a hard, deep
face-fuck. Jack was carried away by his success at sucking cock for the
first time and had advanced to licking and sucking on Pete's swollen cock
head, even to the extent of probing Pete's cock slit, tasting for the very
first time traces of a man's last piss. While he looked down at the boy's
head jerking up and down, Pete undid his jacket and took delight in
watching the boy at work. He pushed his trousers down to give Jack's
lecherous mouth more space in which to explore further until he was
actually licking Pete's slightly sweaty pubic hair. Jack's hand grasped
Pete's magnificent hard-on and jerked it as he continued working on the
leaky head in his mouth.

At this point, Frank stopped face-fucking Joe and said, "OK, lads, time for
a short break. I've got a key to this place as I help the council out with
maintenance work. I'll give it to Pete as he's the only one more or less
dressed and he'll go outside, put an 'OUT OF ORDER' notice on the door,
come back in and lock it. That way we can all strip off and enjoy a real
boy's party!" It only took a few minutes for Pete to carry out his task. He
had to move quickly to prevent anyone outside seeing a half undressed man
who was clearly sporting a massive hard-on beneath his trousers. As soon as
he had done the job, he hurried back into the toilet and locked the
door. He grinned at Frank as he returned the key and said, "All safe and
secure, Captain! No nosey old biddies around, only a slightly curious old
man but I glared my fuck off glare and he soon hobbled away."

Pete looked across and winked at Jack as he stripped as fast as he could,
but having to take care with his suit it took a little longer than he
wanted. He urged Jack to strip and when that was done, they both joined the
other two. Jack did not waste a second getting back to licking and sucking
on Pete's heavy, massive cock and then did something that led the others to
believe he was not as innocent as they had thought. He turned his back on
them and bent over, the action allowed the others to lecherously view his
tight teenage arse and his juicy teenage balls hanging invitingly between
his legs. Jack slipped a hand between his legs and enticingly stroked his
arsehole with an index finger. That lucky finger soon found its way into
his rear entrance. Pete was becoming hornier and hornier and jerked on his
massive nine-inch (24cm) cock while Jack continued sucking on Pete's
balls. Jack had never seen a large cock at close quarters and the proximity
of Pete's cock brought out the best that Jack had to offer. He was rapidly
becoming very adept at picking up and using certain techniques and he was
turned on enough to give Pete's masterpiece one of the best blow jobs it
had enjoyed for some time. Jack gave Pete a surprise when he ran his tongue
down the underside of the big cock, then slowly dragged his mouth hard back
along the ridge on the underside of Pete's cock. Nobody stopped at that
point to find out where a teenage schoolboy had learnt that particularly
effective move. Jack swallowed most of Pete's huge cock to resume his oral
work on it and was soon going at it as if he had been doing it for
years. The move had obviously been welcomed by an impressed Pete who
succumbed to the temptation to fuck Jack's face. Frank, who was enjoying a
master blow job from Joe, looked across at Jack meaningfully. His unspoken
message was clearly understood by the teenager.

Joe had not caught the looks passing between Frank and Jack as he was
kneeling in front of Frank, enjoying the sensation of a busy cock sliding
in and out of his greedy mouth. After a few minutes, Frank bent low and
sucked noisily on Joe's cock. Almost as if he had been given a secret
signal, Jack had pulled away from Pete's cock and gone over to one of the
small, low storage cupboards on the rear wall. He had bent over and brought
his right leg up on to the top of the cupboard, thus exposing his randy
anus to Pete's lascivious gaze. Jack leant forward and pointed to his
exposed arsehole. Pete did not hesitate but licked an index finger and
cautiously ran it round the wrinkled edge of the inviting teen hole. When
Jack felt the errant finger entering his body, he rocked slowly back and
forth and in effect finger-fucked himself on the intrusive digit. Was there
no end to the surprises this allegedly virginal youth had to show them?

Frank bent over facing one of the hand basins and Joe, who was fingering
Frank's arsehole, spat a gob of saliva on to his throbbing cock to be used
as a kind of lube. Without warning, he rammed his cock deep into the older
man, who jerked and gave a deep groan. From his position, Jack watched
Frank being fucked hard. Pete could no longer resist and knelt down behind
Jack and probed his anus with his tongue, using it to lube up the tender
orifice. He then stood up, gave his large cock a couple of pulls and rammed
his aching rod deep into Jack's virginal arse, pushing his cock as deep as
it could go. Jack tossed his head back and forth, from side to side,
yelling, "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" and Pete obliged. Jack's boyish
face was grimacing and making the strangest contortions as he felt that
victorious dick take his innocence even more forcefully. He groaned and
grunted like an animal as Pete's cock fucked him so deeply and so fast the
place echoed with the sound of Pete's fat, juicy balls slapping against
Jack's butt and the sound of the invading cock at its work. Pete grunted
with each push as he drove hard in to Jack, ignoring the boy's obvious
pain. He reached round the boy's body, grabbed Jack's rampant leaking cock
and wanked it as fast as he could.

Unable to cope with simply being an observer, Joe came over to where Pete
and Jack were still at it and whispered something to Pete, who stood up as
Joe faced them, his cock visibly throbbing. Jack bent over, took Joe's cock
into his mouth and began sucking on it hard. Pete did not hesitate but
rammed all of his cock into the boy's tender arse, making the lad emit a
muffled yell as he continued his fast and furious sucking while he was
still being fucked harder and deeper. Joe could not hold back any longer
and quickly pulled his dick free of Jack's insatiable mouth. He masturbated
hard and fast, his breathing heavy. Jack turned his open mouth towards Joe
as if he wanted to swallow the rampant cock. Pete was still fucking Jack
hard. It did not take very long before Joe gasped, "I'm gonna cum! Aaargh!
Aaargh!" and dumped a massive load of thick, white sperm over the back of
Jack's neck, just below his hairline, shoulder and cheek, from where it
trickled thickly down to his chin. Jack manoeuvred his mouth to catch the
remaining spurts of spunk from Joe's cock.

Now it was Frank's turn to toss himself off and deposit a load of sperm
over Jack, who caught most of it in his mouth. He tasted it and swallowed
it as Pete continued shagging his tender teen arse. Pete now began to slow
down, then pulled his rampant cock free, came round and took up position in
front of Jack, who was still savouring the remains of Frank's load. Pete
was masturbating his nine-incher fast as Jack licked and sucked his sweaty
balls. It did not take Pete long to shoot his load, which Jack did not
hesitate to lick up. He made his way to where his discarded clothes lay in
a heap, sat down on them and pulled on his cock. Standing either side of
him as he gathered momentum, their cocks still hard and began another
session of wanking. Jack gave a groan, raised his buttocks off the floor,
breathing hard and making peculiar faces as he shot a huge load of teenage
thick, white and sticky spunk. His supply seemed to be endless but
eventually it dribbled to a conclusion.

Before they dressed and cleaned themselves up as best they could, they
welcomed young Jack to their "club". They agreed he would be mentored
through the remaining time of his adolescence by Pete, an arrangement both
Jack and his new mentor were delighted with and everyone felt that toilet
training had produced a satisfying outcome.

Laurie Page, November 2016.