Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 01:23:10 -0000
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking

Went Looking
A homoerotic tale, not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk
[Watersports, S&M, group]

Chapter One

I suppose I asked for it really, in fact to tell the truth went out looking
for it.  I just hadn't actually expected to find so much.  I don't pretend
to have been a virgin before that night, after all I'd messed around with a
boy at school and a couple more at college and learnt the pleasure of
taking a nice firm warm cock in hand or either end not to mention the
enjoyment of a good hard blowjob.  But I was in truth somewhat
inexperienced and the thought of expanding my horizons plus the warm
weather and a porn tape I'd been loaned took me out that evening after
work.

I'd discovered the public toilet at the far side of the playing fields just
where the woods began a week or two after moving to my flat while out for a
run in the early evening and read the little notes scrawled on the walls
that led to a natural result with me in a dirty cubicle, my shorts round my
ankles and one hand against the wall while the other rapidly worked back
and forth on my engorged cock.

It was addictive and before I knew it I would direct my run that way every
two or three nights, read what was new before walking myself into a cubicle
to take myself in hand.  Then one evening I jogged in without thinking
pulling my singlet over my head as I did so to discover a middle aged man
already standing at the urinal.  It startled me, I'd never seen anybody in
these toilets before, in fact thought they were almost disused with the new
block by the car park and without thinking took myself straight into a
cubicle.

Standing there, listening for the sound of him leaving I looked down and
could see where somebody had pissed all over the toilet seat which just
made my straining cock get harder inside the little running shorts and I
pulled them down to allow it room to spring out.  I couldn't help it, my
hand went down to wipe the seat and then wrap itself round my cock.

'That's nice and dirty,' said a voice behind me.  In my rush I'd forgotten
the door couldn't be fastened.  'Would you like some more?'

Swinging around in embarrassment I found the stranger from the urinal
standing in the doorway.  He was about forty, wearing dirty jeans and a
check shirt but what took my eye straight away was the large red cock he
was playing with as it jutted through his open zip.  I never thought to
protest or pull my shorts up just backed up to the toilet bowl and sat down
on its wet surface, all the time with my eyes jumping from his cock to his
face and back again.

The feeling of that dirty wet toilet seat against my bare arse,the
knowledge he knew what I'd been up to and was now sitting on, that cock of
his now almost level with my face, the fact that a perfect stranger twice
my age was gazing at my naked body made my balls tighten and my cock ache.
This was a real man, not the males of my own age I'd played with
occasionally before and he might want to do dirty things to me.

'How old are you?'

I was always getting this.  I couldn't help being only five foot nine with
a slim build and my fairish hair and smooth complexion meant little body
hair to show.  At least my seven inch cock made up for it.

'20,' I answered him.

'Well you don't look it but I'll believe you.  Anyway, I need to piss. You
got any problem with that?'

'No Sir!' I couldn't believe it.  Surely he didn't mean what I thought he
did.  I sat back against the wall my eyes on his cock as he aimed it at my
groin and let Niagara flow.  I'd never known a piss stream like it,my waist
and legs were soaked in a second and all I could think about was the waste
as I fed my hands into the stream and brought them up to wipe over my
face. He obliged me by aiming the hot stream higher over my chest and then,
when I didn't object, up to my face, rinsing out my open mouth and soaking
my hair.  I was in heaven, I'd been sure piss play was my own little dirty
secret.  How was it he knew my dirty little secrets, right then I didn't
care, I was soaked from head to foot and ready for more.

S the stream finally faltered he moved closer, holding his big thick cock
aimed at my my face.  'You going to suck this boy?'

'If you make me Sir.  I've not had much experience.'

He made me!  One hand grabbed my wet hair and the other slaped back and
forth across my face a couple of times, then the head of his cock was
slowly pushed through my open lips and into my mouth.  It tasted of piss
but also of something else I later decided was real man.  Closing my lips
my tongue licked and wrapped itself round what it could reach of the shaft
as he slowly fed it further and further in until reaching the back of my
throat I tried to pull away when he started to choke me.

Pulling out he stuck one hand under my chin and tilted my head up to face
his.  'You really do need some training don't you boy.  I've not got time
tonight so you be here next week at same time and we'll make a start.  OK?'

I just nodded my head in disappointment.

'Are you all right going home messed up?'

I nodded again.  Actually my flat opened onto one side of the playing
fields but it seemed safer not to mention the fact.

He pointed down to my throbbing cock.  'Just make sure you have a full
bladder and I'll do the same.  OK?'

Yes!  Of course it was OK.  My eyes were fixed on his cock while he was
rapidly wanking it back and forth.  It was all I could do to keep my own
hands away from servicing my own as it strained for release.

'Where do you want it?'

'Everywhere please.'

He did what I asked.  The virtual waterfall of piss that cock had supplied
earlier was followed by a cum load the like of which I'd never thought
could exist, splattering all ove my body from face to stomach groin and
legs. I could feel it everywhere and just wished I could really see what my
body looked like.  It felt wet and filthy and that should have been enough
but as often the case I wanted more.  However, not that evening.

He wiped the final cum drips from his cock smearing them over my face and
hair.  'Next week then boy.  I hope you really as old as you say.'  He
turned and left.

God I was randy.  I'd never guessed such a scene from my private fantasies
would ever be fulfilled even though I had managed to discover a couple of
novels that included them.  I couldn't help but contemplate how much
further he might be prepared to go, all the time working on my own cock and
balls.  I was loving the way my body felt and everything that had happened
but was also worried that somebody else might come in and catch me.  Oh was
I naive back then.

Finally I managed to get myself off, another massive load for my body to
happily accept, much larger than normal and I quickly pulled up my jock and
shorts and picking up my dirty top, wiped my face before running out and
jogging round the park edge and back home.

The figure I saw in the hall mirror was not only wet and dirty but also a
different one from the young man who'd gone out for a quick jog and
possible wank only an hour or so ago.