Submitted by mrgrippy@demeter.demon.co.uk
Date :- 20/02/96

IMPORTANT

This is a true story which contains graphic and explicit details of gay sex
between consenting adult men.  It has been written solely for entertainment
and is no way to be considered a guide to acceptable behaviour (as if !!).
If you are offended by such material or if you are a minor who is legally
denied viewing such materials then you are requested not to read any
further (yeah, like who are you trying to kid ??!!).  Don't say you have
not been warned !!  * * *

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                                                           FIRST TIME FUN
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I've written this to let those that are perhaps still not certain, just
like I was, just how much fun two like-minded guys can have together.

I don't think that I'm a gay in the real sense, I could never in a million
years have anywhere near the same type of relationship with another man as
I do with my girlfriend, and the thought of having a good frenchy with
another bloke just puts me right off my fish and chips.  But whenever
Rachael gave me a blow job and I glanced down at her, saw her lips wrapped
around my throbbing cock, her cheeks moving in and out and her lovely
throat convulse as I spunked in her mouth I got to wondering.  How would a
big throbbing cock taste and feel in my mouth ?, would I enjoy it as a ton
of hot spunk shoots down my throat ?  and more importantly how would it
feel to have my bum well and truly shafted by a big, spunk gorged cock ?

Certainly, and like a number of guys I suspect, I've managed to lick the
end of my cock while wanking and have enjoyed both the taste and sensation,
but have somehow always chickened out of actually coming into my open
mouth.  Likewise I find the feel of something shoved up my arse a big turn
on, indeed, my strongest orgasms have occurred when I've been shafting my
tight hole with a thick courgette during my solo wanking sessions.  But
whether giving a blow job or being fucked for real would prove enjoyable
was something increasingly on my mind.

Well, a couple of months ago I had just such an opportunity to put such
questions to the test.  I work as a computer programmer for a small firm
specialising in industrial robots and in July last year I was sent on a
weeks familiarisation course designed for the latest version of the control
language we are currently using.  The actual course took place at our plush
office in the centre of Bristol, however, a chance cock up meant my
accommodation was situated about 5 miles away.  This meant an annoying rush
hour drive during the mornings but, as I was later to find out, this did
provide distinct advantages for which I will be forever grateful.

The drive to Bristol was boringly normal and uneventful and, thanks to an
excellent map provided by the firm, I soon found myself approaching the
furnished house in which I was booked to stay.  The house was positioned in
a pleasantly quiet street but due to the narrowness of the road it was
advised that I park the car in a small carpark some five minutes walk away.
So, after having unpacked my belongings from the boot of the car I drove
along the street, around the corner and into the small carpark situated a
little further along on the left.

The carpark it's self was a pleasant surprise, although fairly small it was
secluded and delightfully quiet, something which meant parking spaces were
plentiful, while the high wall surrounding the park was smothered in
climbing plants and gave a lovely rural feel to the place.  It was a really
gorgeous summer's day so after locking the car door I just stood there for
a moment enjoying the sun and marvelling at the peace and quiet of a place
so near to the smelly hustle of Bristol.  It was during this cursory look
around that I noticed the Gents toilets tucked away in the lower corner
it's walls, like those of the carpark, well covered in Ivy.  Well, in my
experience gents toilets can be most 'interesting' places to investigate,
especially ones away from the public gaze as these were, so, as I slowly
walked back to my accommodation, I made a mental promise to myself to check
out these toilets as soon as time allowed.

I spent the next hour or so unpacking my luggage, readying my brief case
for the induction meeting later that afternoon and generally familiarising
myself with the surprisingly pleasant surroundings of the house that was to
be my new home for the next week.  Sitting down with a cup of coffee I took
the opportunity to relax while I could, glancing at my watch I saw it was
about 2.00pm which meant I had a couple of hours to kill before the
induction meeting scheduled at 4.00pm; a realisation which helped me relax
even more.  'Mmm' I thought to myself, 'that gives me about 1 1/2 hours to
kill'.

Bristol was a very familiar city to me having had several meetings there by
now, hell, I could probably find my way to the training offices blindfolded
by now so the next few hours were quite literally mine.  It was then that I
remembered those secluded toilets and how interesting they might prove to
be, subconsciously I began to fondle my stiffening cock through my trousers
as my mind lingered on the thought and my imagination began to kick in.
Hell, I knew that once the course began free time would be a pretty rare
thing so I downed the last of my coffee, changed into jeans and a casual
shirt, shoved a pack of condoms into my trouser pockets (wishful thinking
perhaps) and made my way, rather nervously, to the toilets.

As I walked towards the carpark I became increasingly hornier, my cock
growing almost with each step as it rubbed between my skin and tight pants.
By the time I actually reached the toilets I had developed a raging hardon
and quite a large wet patch in my pants.  With a mixture of relief and
disappointment I found on entering the toilets that nobody was about and so
I took the opportunity to give the place a good look over.

There were three cubicles in all (why is it always fucking three?)  , and I
was more than happy to find the centre cubicle had two cock sized holes
drilled into the left hand and one in the right hand chipboard walls.  The
centre cubicle also had two finger sized holes bored through the door, one
at about waist height and the other at about eye level.  The walls of all
three cubicles were well decorated with the usual graffiti, a mixture of
messages asking for gay rendezvous and crude drawings of spurting cocks,
bums and women blessed with erect dicks.  Funny how bog graffiti seems to
be of the same type and style throughout Britain.  In addition most walls
had faint streaks of shit no doubt smeared by probing fingers while all
walls, particularly those of the centre cubicle, were well embellished with
yellowish streaks of dried spunk.

Well, it was obvious from the dates quoted in some of the graffiti, and the
freshness of some of the many spunk streaks on the walls, that these bogs
were indeed still frequented by active gays, talk about making my day.  All
during my exploration of course I had my hand shoved down my pants actively
rubbing my hot, sticky cock so by now I had developed a raging hardon which
just had to be tended to.  Choosing the left hand cubicle I locked the door
behind me eased out my throbbing gristle slipped on a condom and proceeded
to have a good wank, while I was at it I shoved my left hand down the back
of my pants and fingered my ring-piece just for good measure.  Within a
very short time I had jissomed, shouting loudly as I did so, and shooting
what seemed to be a pint of thick spunk into the condom.  After a few
minutes I peeled off the condom from my softening slimy cock and laid it on
the toilet seat, to add the finishing touch I squeezed out every last drop
of spunk from my soft cock and dripped it over the condom.

I was determined that the next time I paid a visit I would not go solo so I
wrote a quick message on the seat alongside the condom saying that I was on
the look out for some gay fun and that I would be back at about 7.30pm that
evening.  So, having relieved my throbbing dick I tidied myself up, washed
my hands and made my way back to the house to prepare for the start of the
course.

Well, as things turned out my induction meeting went on rather longer than
expected which resulted in me not getting back to my accommodation until
about 9.00pm.  During the drive from the induction meeting I was painfully
aware that I would have missed my rendezvous with any guy who might have
read my message, this annoyed me somewhat since my cock, once again stiff
and sticky, signalled my readiness for some gay fun.  After parking the car
I made my way swiftly back to the house, changed into my casual gear once
again and, with condoms still in my pocket, once again made my way to the
toilets.

I must admit to being very nervous at this point, this was the first time
that I had ever done such a thing and second thoughts were now beginning to
enter my mind.  Would I really enjoy giving someone a blow-job or having
the living daylights fucked out of me by a bum crazy poof ?  Perhaps a gay
hater had read the message and was now lying in wait, along with a couple
of his buddies, relishing the idea of doing a bit of Saturday night gay
bashing.

But what the hell, nothing ventured nothing gained, besides, I was so late
for my 7.30pm rendezvous anyhow that anyone who might have been interested
had probably got pissed off with waiting and had fucked off home by now.
So it was with renewed confidence and a very stiff cock that I entered the
toilets.

Sure enough, the cubicles were empty, the doors to all three wide open, oh
well I thought, another quick hand shandy by the looks of it.  However, I
did notice a short oldish man stood at the urinals having a piss, turning
his head over his left shoulder he briefly looked me up and down before
returning to the job in hand, so to speak.  So as not raise any suspicion I
made my way to the urinals and standing as far away as possible from the
old man untangled my hard cock from my pants and tried, in vain, to have a
leak.

Soon I noticed however out of the corner of my eye that the old man himself
had a raging hard on and what's more he was gently giving it a slow wank
while glancing at the direction at my own very obviously throbbing shaft.
This is what I had been waiting for, without so much as a second thought I
turned and faced the old man and with one hand pulling my foreskin way back
gave him a good eyeful before walking up alongside him.

By the time I stood beside the old man he had stopped playing with his cock
and had turned to face me, his meat throbbing and dancing infront of him.
It was a nice specimen, not overly long but nice and thick with loads of
purple veins, a glistening coat of slimy pre-come coated the helmet making
his member look particularly suckable.

Hesitantly I reached out and grasped his cock and slowly worked his
foreskin backwards and forwards, the old man obviously enjoyed this
attention since, closing his eyes, he began to moan quietly to himself as
his cock grew harder and hotter in my hand.  A big blob of clear fluid soon
seeped from the eye of his cock which I wiped away with my thumb and
messaged gently into his silky smooth, slimy and distinctly purple helmet.
Grasping my own throbbing prick with my other hand I bought the ends of our
pricks together, the sensation was incredible as I moved our meat in a
circular motion in a sort of prick to prick massage.  Soon I had to break
off as I knew we were both on the verge of shooting our loads, something I
didn't want to happen quite just yet.  I asked the old man if he was
interested in some real fun to which he nodded enthusiastically.  So with
our cocks still enjoying the fresh air we made our way to the centre
cubicle to partake in something a little more serious.

Once safely behind the locked door I proceeded to undress in front of the
old man, I was rather slow and deliberate in my movements stopping to give
my cock a gentle tug every now and then.  By now the old man was getting
very excited and was pulling away like crazy, I told him to stop since I
was the one that wanted to make him come either using my hand or mouth or,
better still, my bum.  Once down to my Y-fronts and with my cock sticking
out bigger and harder than I think it's ever been before I turned my
attention to the old man.  Nervous and fumbling I managed to un-buckle the
old mans belt and slip his trousers down to his ankles, next came down his
pants to reveal his cock in it's full glory complete with the droopiest,
hairiest pair of bollocks I think I am ever likely to see.

By now the old man had lost control and as I stood there admiring his
tackle he unexpectedly embraced me pulling me against him and shoving his
hands down the back of my pants.  Then he roughly played with my firm bum,
squeezing, rubbing and stroking my cheeks before probing my shitty hole
with rough, hard hands all the time grinding his naked crutch against my
exposed dick.  Boy, the sensation was amazing, the feeling when one of his
fingers entered me and moved about inside my shit-box was so great that I
nearly shot my load, hell, I just knew I had to have his prick inside of me
next.  I told him to stop so that I could remove my pants for him, once he
obliged I turned my back to him and slowly peeled off my pants, then, with
hands resting on the toilet seat and with legs splayed bent over sharply
and waited for the old man to get to work.

Within seconds he was back to work on my bum causing me to wince as his
rough dry finger forced it's way through my shitty hole and into the inside
of me.  I glanced over my shoulder to try and get some idea of where his
cock was when suddenly, the inevitable happened.  With a sudden flurry of
his hand he came, a long squirt of spunk shot from the end of his cock and
hit me bang on the left cheek.  There seemed to be pints of it squirting
out violently from his engorged cock hitting me forcibly on my bum, he
continued to tug his cock deliberately squirting lovely thick warm spunk
over my bum.  Suddenly and roughly removing his finger from my hole he
finished wringing out his cock over my bum, the lovely kinky old git using
my underpants to wipe off his cock and hands.  Before the spunk ran down my
legs I messaged it all over my bum and into my stinging crack then rubbed
some into my pubes before licking the lovely salty remains off my hands.

I straightened myself and turned to face the old man, he was exhausted and
just stood there for a few moments with his softening, dripping cock
hanging between his legs as he caught his breath.

It was then that I noticed that we had a spectator, through the top most
hole in the door I could see someone's eye taking a great interest in what
we had been upto and from what I could make out through the lowermost hole
he was also giving himself a good fondling.  The idea of a spectator
watching what we had been upto was a real turn on making me harder than I
ever thought possible.  Whoever it was that was watching winked a couple of
times before disappearing from view, I just knew he would be back before
too long.

The old man asked if he could do something about my stiff and very wet cock
but I declined the offer, I wanted to save it for my peeping tom.  The old
man then pulled up his pants and trousers, and said that he had better be
getting back to the old folks home before someone reported him missing but
did say that he would be back again at about 8.00pm tomorrow night if I was
interested. Naturally I agreed without hesitation requesting that next time
we take things a bit slower so that his spunk ends up inside my bum rather
than outside.  His eyes positively lit up upon understanding my innuendo
and, grabbing my sticky left cheek roughly, simply said "tomorrow night
you'll be begging me to stop".  With that he quietly opened the door and
had a quick look around before giving my sticky crack a final fingering and
then disappearing, leaving me alone in the bog with a very stiff cock and
my bum. legs and pubes sticky with his drying spunk.
 
After locking the door I sat back on the toilet giving my very stiff and
sticky cock a gentle tug while waiting in hope for the return of the
peeping tom.  Sure enough after only a few moments he entered the left hand
cubicle and locked the door behind him.

Looking through the hole in the wall I watched him remove his trousers and
pants to eventually stand half naked infront of me presenting his rather
pathetic cock for my approval.  Pathetic or not it was obviously very stiff
and he wasted no time in giving it a wank obliging me by bringing the end
of his dick right up close to the hole so that I could get a good view.  I
found this very exciting, the sight of his hand rolling his foreskin
backwards and forwards and his angry looking knob growing more moist with
each stroke was such a turn on.

As his hand moved faster and faster I knew he was on the point of shooting
his load, asking him to move closer to the hole I removed my eye from the
hole and replaced it with my open, spunk hungry mouth.  Within seconds he
came, grunting loudly he shot several streaks of hot, thick spunk through
the hole and into my mouth.  When I was quite sure he had finished I closed
my mouth and swilled the warm, thick, salty fluid around my mouth enjoying
it's slightly musty taste and slimy texture for the very first time before
spitting it out into my ever useful pants.

I then returned my gaze to the hole to observe him standing there with his
dripping prick hanging soft and limp between his spread legs.  I knew that
I just had to fondle his dick and his bollocks soft and pathetic or not, so
asking him to join me I slid back the bolt on my door and sat on the toilet
in eager anticipation.

Not even bothering to replace his trousers and pants he quickly joined me
in my cubicle his eyes immediately fixing on my fairly large and very stiff
cock.  I asked him to move closer and spread his legs wide.  Slowly I put
out my right hand, resting it on the inside of his leg just above his knee
I gently messaged him, slowly I bought my hand up higher and higher, every
closer to his hairy pleasure.  Cupping my hand I fondled his hairy
bollocks, they were large and solid and felt wonderfully cold, then I
bought in my other hand and really went to work on him, squeezing his balls
and pulling at his cock in an attempt to resurrect the dead.

Throwing caution to the wind I decided it was about time I indulged in a
bit of cock sucking, besides, it was going to take more than a wanking
session to get his cock stiff again.  So, being the really well mannered
fucker that I am, I asked him if it was all right if I sucked him off.
Judging by the look on his face when I asked him I reckon he could hardly
believe his luck.  He said that he had never come twice in such a short
time before and was worried about disappointing me (how cute!), however, I
felt certain that he was up to it besides which I was determined to make
him spunk into my mouth even if it took all fucking night.
 
Kneeling down on the floor I got to work on him starting at the inside of
his thigh just above his knee kissing and licking my way higher and higher,
ever closer to his stirring cock.  Soon I was where it mattered most, my
nose pressed into his bushy black pubes enjoying his musty slightly fishy
smell, and my tongue licking in between that area where his leg joins his
crutch, mm, so tasty and smelly down there.  With one hand I rubbed his
cock hard against my cheek and with the other hand fondled his hardening
bollocks, as his meat grew hotter and harder against my cheek I knew that
it was working and that before too long I would end the evening giving him
a good sucking off.

Once he was good and hard I broke off from my licking and fondling and
moved back to study his now very hard and sticky cock.  I was determined to
make the most of this so for a few moments I just knelt there studying it
closely, rolling the foreskin right back, smelling, kissing and licking it
along it's vein covered shaft to it's silky helmet, boy, I never dreamt
that it could be so cock throbbingly enjoyable to do this to another man's
dick.

By know he was pretty frantic and grabbed me by my hair, pulled me towards
his crutch and begged me to suck him off.  With both hands I roughly
grabbed the cheeks of his arse, digging my fingers roughly into his slit.
Then with mouth open wide I moved towards his cock taking it's entire
rigid, sticky length into my mouth.  At last, I was about to give another
man the pleasure of my virgin mouth.  Although his cock was rather small I
was surprised at how big it felt in my mouth, it felt much thicker than it
looked and quite long , although not quite long enough to reach down my
throat.  With his musty, fishy smell combining with the silky smooth
softness of his salty tasting cock I was in seventh heaven and knew from
then on that cock-sucking was for me.

Moving my head backward and forwards I went to the task of bringing him off
helped by his own movements as he thrusted his crutch backwards and
forwards in time with me causing his cock to press firmly against the roof
of my mouth and the back of my throat as he did so.

Soon he started to moan loudly, muttering words of enjoyment and
encouragement as I sucked harder at his cock myself grunting and mewing
loudly as I sucked.  It was even better than I imagined it would be, his
cock felt enjoyably big in my mouth and with each suck more thick, salty
tasting fluid entered my mouth.  Before long our movements become faster
and stronger each thrust sending his pube covered crutch banging against my
nose.

Soon his cock began twitching in my mouth, this was the signal I had been
waiting for.  Preparing myself just in time I felt his cock give a violent
twitch, for a split second I felt a strong pulse travel quickly down the
length of his cock before my mouth filled with his spunk.  Several more
twitches followed as he finished coming filling my mouth with his warm,
thick, spunk, keeping his cock in my mouth I savoured it's salty, musty
taste; some of the spunk seeping from around his cock and running down my
chin.  Then I swallowed it slowly in several small gulps, the sensation as
it run slimy down my throat being almost orgasmic, I sucked him hard,
extracting every last little bit of spunk before letting his limp member
slip from my mouth.  Looking up at him I opened my mouth letting him see
his spunk contained within, deliberately I let some more dribble down my
chin before swallowing the last of it.

Still kneeling down infront of him I gave his entire crutch a good licking
and sucking, taking his hairy balls right into my mouth and giving them a
good sucking before concentrating once more on his very flaccid prick.
Pulling his foreskin right back I gave it a real good licking before taking
it once again In my mouth in the hope of making him hard just one more
time.  This time however I knew it was a lost cause and just had to be
content with sucking him clean.

After finishing I got back onto my feet using my pants to wipe his tackle
dry of my saliva and to wipe the sticky remains of his spunk from my chin.
He was ecstatic about the blow job I had just given him, apparently he head
been visiting the toilets for a couple of months but had never had the
pleasure of being sucked off.

He glanced down at my very stiff dick congratulating me on it's size and
saying that he thought it had been stiff for far too long.  Disappointingly
cock-sucking never appealed to him but said that he could give me a good
wank, well, beggars can't be choosers besides, the thought of another man
making me come for the first time was still a real turn on.

He instructed me to take my cock in my hand and press it against my stomach
so it was pointing in an upward direction, after removing his tee-shirt he
did the same with his own flaccid dick. We then pressed are now naked
bodies together, trapping our upward pointing cocks between our bellies,
grabbing me roughly by the cheeks of my ass he pulled me even harder
against his body; one of his fingers worming it's way delightfully through
my hole and into my shit-box.

I grabbed hold of the back of his shoulders moaning with pleasure as he
wiggled his finger inside of me, then he started to move his body up and
down wanking my cock between our bellies, boy, I knew it wouldn't take much
of this to empty my balls.  After a few moments he stopped and pulled back
slightly, glancing down he looked at our trapped cocks, he asked if my
'lovely cock' would like a wash, not knowing quite what he meant I said yes
just praying that what ever it meant I hoped it was kinky.  Well,
disappointed I was not, for within a few seconds he started to have a good
piss, as I glanced down I could see the yellow fluid shooting out of soft
glistening cock.  As it shot up it soaked our bellies than ran in a warm
stream down towards our hairy bollocks before dripping from between our
legs onto the tiled floor.

Boy, this was all I needed to get me going, pulling him hard against me I
took the initiative and rubbed my body up and down against his in the hope
of making myself come.  He stood still roughly fingering my hole while I
rubbed myself off against him, needless to say it wasn't too long before my
swollen cock began to throb violently.  With a loud grunt I came, squirt
after squirt of spunk shot painfully from my squashed cock, boy what a
lovely mess it was down there, two very sweaty, fishy smelling, piss
drenched sets of tackle were now also liberally drenched with loads of my
thick white spunk.

After the last of several jissoms we just stayed their clinging on to each
other, his finger still inside my hole, while I caught my breath.  He could
see from my glassy eyed expression that I enjoyed the sensation of his
finger up my hole so for the last couple of minutes he obliged me by
roughly shoving in a second finger then moving them in and out and wiggling
them around inside of me while roughly squeezing and fondling the cheeks of
my bum with his other hand.  He commented on the fact that I must need a
crap since he could clearly feel the lumps of shit in my hole, something
which made him shove his fingers even deeper and move them about more
roughly so he could "really stir my shit" as he put it.

Eventually he removed his finger from my hole and we let each other go, as
we separated we both glanced at our genitals, shucks, what a lovely sticky
mess.  For the last time that night I knelt down in front of him once again
and using my pants went about wiping his tackle clean.  Every now and then
I would stop and sniff my pants and his pubes, by now both were smelling of
that lovely musty, slightly fishy sort of smell that one associates with
stale spunk.

As I stood up he said "what about this" and held out his fingers that had
been shoved up my shit filled hole for so long.  Taking one finger and then
the other I smeared each of my nipples in turn with a generous streak of my
own shit, much to the delight of my new found friend.  Then, putting both
fingers together, I sniffed their shitty lengths, poked out my tongue and
licked their shitty tips before opening my mouth wide and taking them deep
into my mouth.  For the next few moments I closed my eyes and moaned
quietly as I proceeded to suck and swallow every last bit of my bitter
tasting shit from them.  All the time my partner was bad mouthing me,
calling me a filthy perverted young bastard and that next time it would be
more than his shit coated fingers I would be sucking.

After withdrawing his fingers we both started to change, since it was now
getting quite late and we were both pretty well exhausted to do much more
anyway.  My pants were in somewhat of a state what with being used numerous
times to wipe spunk from hands, chins, cocks and god not what else not too
mention the soaking they had received while on the floor during our piss
play session.  This suited me fine, the thought of my cock and bollocks
being made wet with others guys spunk and piss on my walk back to the house
causing my cock a slight twitch as I put them on.  As we dressed we
introduced ourselves, his name was Jeff, he was 55 years old, divorced and
moved into a house about 3 miles way just a few months ago.  He had been
coming to the toilets in the hope of some action ever since he moved in but
apart from a quick wank through one of the holes had never had much fun,
certainly not as much as he had with me that night.

I told him who I was, what I was doing in Bristol and where I was staying
for the next week, his eyes widened as I also told him I still had a virgin
bum and that it was a fact I was determined to rectify by the end of my
week.  As we talked it was clear that we both shared complementary desires,
apparently it had been some time since he shafted a decent tight arse, let
alone a virgin hole, so he jumped at the chance to come around to my house
and give my crack a good deflowering.  This suited me fine since not only
was he of the right sort of age (I always wanted my hole to be broken in by
an oldish guy's meat) but his relatively small cock meant it should not
prove too painful an introduction to my shit-box being fucked.


It also transpired that, like me, he was heavily into using shit during
wanking and gay sex, something he confirmed when he shoved my hands down
the bank of his pants so that I could feel the knobs of shit lining his
very hairy crack and the shit encrusted state of his underpants.  With that
I told him that since tomorrow was Sunday my day would be free, the course
not starting until 8.00am Monday, and that if he liked he could come around
and we could have some real fun together.  He agreed almost before I
finished speaking and asked if it was all right to bring along a slightly
older friend who would also like to break in my "tight young bubble but" as
he put it.  Well, the thought of two horny old guys taking turns to bang
away at my cock-hungry hole was just too good an opportunity to pass up so
I of course agreed most enthusiastically.

Upon this agreement we said a temporary goodbyes to one another and went
about our separate ways.  Walking back to my house my cock grew quickly
hard, partly due to the sensation of my rather foul pants and partly due to
the promise of tomorrow.  Once in the house I thought about having a decent
shower to clean myself up a bit but decided against it in the end,
reasoning that my kinky old lovers arriving tomorrow would probably
appreciate a young guy whose slim body was still smelling of piss, spunk
and a hint of shit from the previous nights activities.  So instead I
brushed my teeth and hopped straight into bed where I wanked one more time
that day, with pools of my spunk settling cold on my stomach and crutch I
fell into a dream filled sleep.  But it was a dream which came nowhere near
to the fantastically kinky gay sex I was to experience with my two old
lovers the following day.

But that of course is another story altogether .....

(Boy, sitting here bollock naked while writing this story has given me a
hardon that I just can't ignore.  So if you will excuse me I'm about to
grab a courgette, a tube of KY and give myself a good bum and cock wank;
pity you're not here to help)

Feel free email if you have any comments you would like to make, I will
respond to all genuine mailings.

mrgrippy@demeter.demon.co.uk