Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2009 19:47:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: Phil Hilton <uccleman@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Do you Remember '68? Chpt. 5
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Do you Remember '68? Chpt. 5
It was Friday morning and I felt master of the world. In my overconfidence
I thought I could absorb all the emotional stuff that Pete needed to unload
on me. In addition my college work was fine, and, most importantly, the
real source of my satisfaction, I'd discovered what my cock was for. Well
to be honest not just my cock, I'd discovered quite a few new uses for
other parts of my anatomy as well! Things that had not appeared in any
biology textbook I'd ever read. I may have missed out on some of the other
highlights of the 1960's but the 1970's looked as if it they would make me
forget my sadness from the past.
Pete had come back during Thursday but it was Friday
morning before we had chance to talk. He wanted to tell me everything, his
problems and sudden change of direction in his life meant that he needed
someone to confide in, and I was that person. Up to then in my life I had
found anyone who had a satisfactory straight life to be rather
intimidating, leaving me defensive and feeling inadequate. That had
changed.
So when we caught up that evening he proceeded to tell me
all that had happened. He had spoken to his parents on the phone but seeing
them face to face was terrible, his dad seemed to be so angry, so
disappointed he'd said with his son. He had gone on to visit his
girlfriend's parents too. That had been worse. In the end some sort of plan
had been drawn up for a wedding and the future but in an atmosphere of
animosity.
I listened to all this talking, wanting to be helpful but
actually enjoying being around this guy. I found my mind wandering all the
time, thinking about his broad chest, seeing the trail of hair leading down
to his cock. Asking myself what another guys cock would be like in my mouth
or in my ass. Pete was to be away again at the weekend and Vince wasn't
able to come over, he had some family things to do. So I was to spend the
weekend alone. I should have been content knowing that I'd resolved so much
in my life. But on the contrary I was very restless; having discovered so
much I wanted to find out more. I could intellectualise it away but the
truth is I was horny. I believed that I had made a commitment to Vince but
I had something else going on inside my head and my cock.
I tried to stay in bed Saturday morning, but was not tired;
I was full of energy so I had to get up. I then tried to throw myself into
work but with no pressing deadlines it was impossible. All the time an idea
was forming in my mind which at first I tried to dismiss. In these last few
days with Vince I'd discovered quite a lot. He'd been able to learn more
than me already. I discovered that there was a whole, almost parallel,
world of homosexual sex going on under the surface of the ordinary
world. As I thought about these things I realised that in my naiveté I had
seen the signs around but not appreciated their significance.
I kept thinking of a certain public toilet in a park in my
home town where I used to go for a run, I'd seen graffiti on the walls
there and I'd also seen men on their own in cars outside. Whilst it had
struck me as vaguely odd I'd never thought beyond that. Now I was beginning
to realise that this was almost certainly this "other" world. I couldn't
get back home that weekend but I wondered if there was something similar in
the town where I was.
I thought about Vince, but the force that was driving me
forward was stronger so I caught the bus and went to investigate the park
in town. Being December it was quiet and quite bleak really, though not too
cold. I walked around casually and noted that I was not alone. There were
one or two other guys strolling, no almost patrolling the paths. At first I
could see only older guys, mostly fat and in their sixties. But even the
sight of these got me slightly excited, as I realised from the way they
were looking around, that I had probably found a door into this other
world.
I came to a car park on the edge of the park but there was
only a minor road entering. There were perhaps three or four cars scattered
about and I could see that at least one of them had a driver still in
it. At the end was a public toilet to which I made my way. There were two
doors into it and the first made a loud noise as it opened, I noted this
but didn't realise the usefulness of that at that time. Inside was the
urinal. It was one of those with a channel on the floor and a tiled wall
against which you aim the piss. Then in front of me was a row of four
cubicles. There was no one at the urinal and so I walked past the cubicles
which I could see were all empty too. I don't know what I expected but I
felt a little disappointed. I saw that the walls were covered in writing
and that between the last two was a substantial hole at cock height. I
asked myself if I'd ever seen such a thing before, I supposed that I had
but the significance of it had not really registered with me. Not really
needing a piss I looked around a bit and then thought that I'd better
leave, I didn't know what else to do.
As I left there was a guy coming towards me, probably from
one of the cars but I couldn't be sure. He went by and went into the
toilet; I could hear the door as he pushed it open. I wondered if I should
go back, in my naiveté I thought that I wouldn't because that might be a
bit obvious! I went away from the area and walked around for a while. In
about a quarter of an hour I was back again. Not much had changed, I think
the same cars were there but I couldn't see anyone in them this time. I
went in and saw straightaway that two guys were standing at the
urinal. They gave the distinct impression of having just moved very
hurriedly. I wasn't sure, it could have been my imagination. I stood at the
end and got my dick out to piss. The other two were standing very close to
the wall but I couldn't hear the sound of them pissing. As I got my dick
out I hardened up and found that I couldn't start to piss and the more I
struggled to let it flow the harder my cock got.
Perhaps I ought to say that I'd noticed that the guy
nearest to me was not much older than me but the other was considerably
older. As I stood there with my dick getting harder there was a tension in
the air, not a sound could be heard, yet the atmosphere was electric. I
could feel my heart beating; in fact I was sure that my heart was the only
sound that anyone could hear. From the corner of my eye I saw the younger
guy lean back and turn slightly towards me, it was simple curiosity on my
part that made me turn to look and in so doing revealed my hard cock to
him. I looked up to his face and he smiled ever so slightly and started a
slow wanking action; which I think I copied. He moved next to me but turned
towards the older guy who immediately moved back to where I realised he
must have been just before I came in and engulfed the younger guy's cock in
his mouth. The young guy then reached out and took my cock in his hand and
started to work it to the same rhythm that he was being sucked. I found
this so exciting being there in a public place where anyone could walk in
at any moment. He then pulled his cock out of the other's mouth and pulled
mine towards the guy's eager mouth. As soon as I felt the man's mouth
around my cock I realised that I still had a lot to learn about
cocksucking. He produced sensations of a subtlety I'd never imagined, in a
sense he took me away from the edge but was doing something that extended
sensations not just in my cock and balls but throughout my whole body. The
young guy then leaned over to me and put his lips on mine. For an instant I
thought of Vince, somehow kissing someone else seemed the height of
infidelity! But it was my body that was driving me now. I responded to his
kisses and we were soon in a passionate embrace but by then both our cocks
receiving the attention of the older guy.
I then heard the outer door open; I didn't react as quickly
as the other two but did manage to get back to facing the urinal before a
new guy came in. I was no expert but from the way this guy was behaving I
didn't think he'd come just to piss. He stood there, had a short piss, and
then just stood there again. He was an older guy too, probably similar to
the one who was already there. I was trying to hide my aching cock which
was by now so excited by what had gone on and the renewed tension there was
in the toilet but I was curious again about what would happen and who would
make a first move. It was the new men. He pulled back to reveal an average
yet obviously very hard cock. He showed himself to the younger guy who,
instead of responding to the new guy turned away towards me and gestured
with his head towards the cubicles and then walked towards the far one, I
followed after a moment's pause, wondering what I was letting myself in
for. Instead of thinking further I just reacted to the invitation to
follow.
When I got in he reached behind me and locked the door. He
then locked my mouth again in a kiss and attacked my belt. I did the same
to him and very quickly we were there with jeans and underwear around our
ankles and rubbing our cocks together. He moved his hands around to my ass
and massaged my ass cheeks and then rubbed a finger up and down my slit, I
opened my legs to give him more access and he took this as a sign I suppose
and found my whole into which he pushed the head of his finger. He then
asked if he could fuck me, I wasn't sure, I don't know what I expected
before I came but I don't think being fucked was what I was planning. Yet I
knew how much I enjoyed being fucked by Vince and this was a young fit guy,
whom I found physically attractive, so I said yes. He turned me round and
went to my ass and put his tongue to good use. I bent over enjoying the
sensations he was generating in my body. Then I could tell he was getting
in position and felt him pushing with his cock. It was painful at first
again, almost like the first time, but he relaxed a moment and then started
to hammer away. It was relentless once it started until after quite a short
time he gave two or three mighty but slower slams into my ass and he
came. After a moment he pulled out dressed himself and was gone! I heard
the big entrance door slam as well. I couldn't quite believe it. He'd
seemed so nice, what a sentimental idiot I am at times.
I sat there for a time, having locked the door again, still
with everything round my ankles rather bewildered, I didn't know what I
felt, but as I hadn't cum there was certainly some sexual frustration
still. Then I realised that there was someone at the hole between my
cubicle and the next; then a finger at the hole. I don't know to this day
whether I'd read something about glory holes or whether it was just so
obvious but I stood up and put my cock through the hole into the warmth of
a mouth. I think it was the same mouth, it was certainly an expert. I had
again the same sensations as he did things to every part of my body working
me up to a great crescendo as I stood on the tips of my toes and it was as
if I was trying to force my entire body to go through the hole. Then it
overwhelmed me as I shot my load. I managed to say that I was going to
shoot but that seemed only to produce a much more eager sucking action. He
drained my dry and once again I collapsed on the seat before fastening up
and leaving. There was no one at the urinal I wondered to myself if the two
older guys were in the cubicle together.
I walked quickly away from the toilets feeling, I think, a
little guilty. I thought what a bastard the guy was who'd just fucked me,
walking off like that then realised the older guy who'd just blown me had
the same grounds to call me a bastard as I too had just simply walked away
from him. Perhaps I had a lot to learn. I thought that I should probably go
straight back to college but instead I walked a bit and found a place where
I could have a drink and I realised that I was very hungry so I ate a
rather dry and uninteresting cheese sandwich and as I did I thought about
what had just happened, realizing that I'd done just what I'd set out to
do, finding a door into this world; in fact a loud slamming door.
Rather than feeling satisfied my curiosity was now aroused,
and after my rest it was not all that was feeling aroused. I began to think
about what had happened after I'd left and if that had been a bit of a
fluke or if it always went on. I walked back as the wintery sun was
disappearing but the toilet was locked up!!!