Date: Mon, 8 May 2006 14:46:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Stages Part 1

DISCLAIMER: This is the first part of a three part story. None of the
characters in the story exist although some of the events are based loosely
on the experiences of people I know.

WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a
homosexual nature.  Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.  Always indulge in safe sex.

STAGES

Part 1: Youth

Philip Green looked at his watch and noticed, to his surprise, that it was
later than he thought. He had been there twenty-five minutes already, which
was longer than he had originally planned to stay, but he decided that he
would give it another five minutes and then cut his losses and go home. The
youngster who was about to turn eighteen looked around the darkened toilets
and decided that he needed to relieve his frustration by having a wank in
one of the cubicles. He decided that he would do this, if nothing happened
in the next five minutes. In the meantime, the horny youth continued to
nurse his rock hard prick and tease the soft velvety head with his fingers
and watching the clear pre-cum emerge from his piss slit.

The disappointed teenager knew that there would be enough light in the
cubicles to enable him to read the stories on the walls of the whitewashed
cubicle and shoot his load over the wall, as he had done several times
before. Indeed, the main reason why he was present in the toilet at all was
because of a series of events that had started a few weeks earlier.

It had all started in the summer holidays when Phil had been working in the
town and employed by his uncle to make deliveries from his shop. Many of
the packages were to addresses in a part of the town that the teenager did
not know well. Phil's hometown was divided into three distinct areas. There
was the area to the north of the centre, where Phil lived with his family,
and the district was a quiet residential area largely populated by
professional people. In the town centre and around its immediate southern
fringes there was the commercial district and a series of run-down estates
that were managed by the local council. At the eastern end of the town
centre was the school where Phil was a pupil in his final year before going
off to University. To the south of the town, there was another affluent
area with even large houses than the ones to the north and this was the
area where Phil was doing his deliveries for his uncle.

One afternoon, as he was making his way back to his uncle's shop, Phil felt
the need to take a leak and noticed that there was a small park, hidden
from the rest of the area by a small footpath. The teenager wheeled his
bike along the footpath and was pleased to note that there was a small
brick building in the far corner, which he correctly guessed was a
toilet. When he had parked his bike, Phil went inside and found, to his
relief, that the place was deserted and so the teenager stood at the urinal
and felt the rush of water jetting out as he emptied his bladder. It was
surprisingly bright inside the building and Phil could see that there was a
lot of writing on the walls of the two cubicles at the far end. The musty
smell of the toilet, which combined the smell of stale urine and the
lingering odour of cum, was evidence that this was a place that was used
for more than the usual purposes of a toilet. As he had made his last
delivery of the day and there was no hurry to return, the youngster decided
to investigate further. He zipped up and walked down to the first open door
and went inside.

As might be expected, the walls were covered in a collection of lurid
drawings of men and boys indulging in a range of sexual activities and
accompanied by several, half-obliterated stories of adventures and
fantasies. Reading them made Phil go hard and he decided that he would
investigate the second cubicle and, when he had decided which had the
better stories would wank himself off as he read the most exciting of the
accounts. The second cubicle was not as well covered with pictures but
contained one very long story, which had Phil pulling his rock hard prick
out of his jeans and the teenager began slowly masturbating as he read the
words on the wall. It did not take long for the teenager to reach a climax
and, with a satisfied moan, Phil's hot spunk sprayed out and splattered
against the wall of the cubicle before slowly running down towards the
floor. The youngster's load of cum would eventually dry and would add yet
another stain to the already heavily marked walls. As he was about to
leave, Phil noticed a small chart on the back of the door and he stopped to
look at it. Above the chart were a few words that invited `fellow wankers'
to fill in details about themselves in the chart underneath. Details
requested included the age of the person, the size of their cock, whether
or not they were `cut' and their sexual interests. Phil noted that to date
only three people had filled in anything about themselves and they
displayed a wide age range from the youngest at 19 to the oldest at 62;
similarly the sizes of the cocks varied from a modest but realistic 6" to
an unbelievable 11" monster. Two out of the three respondents were uncut
and all liked wanking and also enjoyed oral sex while only the 62 year-old
expressed an interest in anal sex. Phil paused for a moment trying to
decide whether to add his own details to the list but soon realised that he
did not have a pen and, in any case, the teenager decided that he really
wanted to think further about whether he wanted to commit himself something
that was potentially quite so risky.

A couple of days went by as Phil evaluated the pros and cons of adding his
details to the toilet chart. Finally he decided that he would so on the
grounds that it really did not identify him to anyone else nor was he
committing himself to anything more than writing in his details. Again, the
teenager had finished his deliveries and was not far from the small park
and toilets, so Phil made his way to the location. As before, the place was
deserted and no further information had been added to the chart so the
horny teenager took out his pen and wrote carefully under each column the
answers to the questions: `nearly 18, 5", cut, wanking but may be willing
to try oral' and then proceeded to wank off as on the previous visit
re-reading the long story on the wall.

It was almost another week before Phil had the chance to go back again but
when he did so he was in for a big surprise. The teenager went straight to
the cubicle and closed the door. Beside the chart was a message in the same
small writing of the 19 year-old whose details were given first in the
list. Beside Phil's details the stranger had written: `would love to meet
you. I'm 19 and uncut and would be happy to show you the wonders of sucking
a cock. Leave message if you want a date. I am genuine, hope you are too.'

Phil felt a mixture of emotions sweep over him. He was excited and
terrified at the same time and clearly uncertain as to how to respond. On
the one hand, the teenager was being offered the opportunity to widen his
sexual experience in a way that he had always hoped but never had the
chance to do anything about. For the first time since he had become aware
that he was attracted to other boys rather than girls, Phil could
experience a relationship with another person. At school he was something
of a loner and, although not unpopular, the teenager was aware that he was
rarely included in many of his fellow pupils out of school activities.
Phil's circle of friends was made up of a few fellow-pupils but among them
the subject of sexual activity was rarely discussed. In his class, Phil
knew that, apart from two Jewish boys and a Muslim youth, he was the only
one to have been cut and also that, among his friend his cock was by far
the smallest when flaccid. With the offer on the wall from a complete
stranger, Phil knew a chance had come to find out more about himself and
his sexuality. On the other hand, Phil was concerned that the person making
the offer might be much older than the 19 years he claimed to be and the
teenager was worried that he would become a victim of a predator or, even
worse, the stranger might turn out to be nothing more than a member of a
gang intent on `gay-bashing'.

With all these issues swimming around in his head, Phil needed time to
consider and so he sat down on the toilet and allowed himself to mull over
his options. Finally, the teenager reached a conclusion and decided that he
had nothing to lose initially by agreeing to a meeting. Phil though that he
could always escape if he got concerned about the direction events were
taking and even leave immediately if the potential partner was someone he
found to be suspicious. So, very carefully and deliberately, Phil wrote
`OK' next to the message from the stranger and then, as an afterthought
added, `leave suggested date and time, I will check back here in a few
days'.

Phil had not liked to add that the reason for the delay was that his summer
holiday was at an end and that he would be back at school at the beginning
of the following week. This would have two effects. First, it would
restrict his ability to get to the toilet frequently and second, it would
make it more difficult to make arrangements for times other than the late
afternoon or at weekends. This was a problem that proved to be something of
a stumbling block as the negotiations took place to find a mutually
convenient time for the horny teenager and the stranger to meet. Eventually
the day and time had been agreed and Phil was there but his `date' had
failed to show up. So it was a very hard but disappointed teenager that
finally retired into the cubicle. Phil wrote a message next to the agreed
time and date `where were you? I thought you were genuine!' before wanking
himself off and directing his jet of spunk at the chart on the wall where
his own details had been recorded.

Just over a mile away, Tom Stokes was rushing into his small bed-sit and
flinging his things angrily onto the floor before swearing loudly. The 19
year-old apprentice was in a foul mood, as his employer had promised that
he could leave on time that day but, at the last minute, the boss had given
him a final job that took him well past his departure time. Looking at his
watch the young man realised that there was there was no time that he could
get across to the little park where he had arranged to meet the intriguing
teenager that had filled his details on the toilet chart and negotiated a
time to meet.

When he had first seen the details written up there, Tom had been as
suspicious of the genuine nature of the information as Phil had been of
Tom's message. However, the older and more experienced man knew how to
handle himself and was sufficiently streetwise to be able to cope in even
the most difficult circumstances. Furthermore, there seemed a genuine feel
to the way the messages from Phil had been written that made Tom feel
relaxed on confident. The young apprentice was pleased when a date had
finally been agreed and he would get to meet this interesting-sounding
young man. And now all that had been snatched from him.

Still cursing at his bad luck and the inconsiderate action of his boss, Tom
pondered what he should do and decided that he would go to the toilet
anyway because there was just a chance the other teenager might still be
there. The young man knew that he could get to the park in fifteen minutes
if he hurried but that would mean he would arrive a good forty minutes
after the arranged time. There was no time to change even though Tom's
clothing was a bit dirty, on the other hand, the tight jeans emphasised the
bulge of his cock rather well. Closing the door behind him, the young man
left home and walked at a steady pace towards the park.

When Tom arrived the place was deserted but he hurried into the cubicle and
felt a slight thrill as he saw the evidence that someone had recently been
in the place and had shot his load all over the chart. The young man also
noted the comment that had been left demanding to know why Tom had not
turned up. Looking at the remains of Phil's cum running slowly down the
door, the young man went hard and pulled his cock out from the tight
jeans. Rolling back his loose foreskin, Tom began to wank his cock hard and
rhythmically. As he worked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock, the
young man felt the surge of anger as he realised how narrowly he had missed
meeting the teenager. It was not long before Tom felt the familiar signs of
impending orgasm and, like Phil before him, aimed his widening piss slit at
the door and fired a barrage of short bursts of spunk at the back of the
door so that his fresh semen mingled with that of his departed `date'.

Before he left the toilet, Tom wrote a short note of apology and invited
the unknown teenager to meet him again at the same time the following week.

Phil did not see the message for a few days and agonised as to whether he
could go through the mental torment of the week before. In the days
surrounding the intended assignation, the teenager had been on edge and
even his parents had commented that he seemed to be rather out of
sorts. Phil's explanation that he was worried about a school project seemed
to satisfy them and when, after a few days, his mood brightened, they
dropped the subject. In the end the teenager's urge for sexual adventure
won out and he accepted the invitation but added that this was `the last
time'.

Exactly a week after his first attempt at a meting and just four days after
he had agreed to the second try, Phil was standing in exactly the same
place and waiting anxiously to see whether his `date' arrived. The teenager
was nervous and his prick was only half hard as he massaged it gently with
his hand. Phil had only been in the toilet a few minutes when he became
aware of a shadow at the entrance and realised that someone was about to
enter the building. The teenage resisted the temptation to look around to
see who the newcomer was but waited until the person had walked past him
and taken up a position at the urinal. Glancing over at new arrival, Phil
could see that the stranger was a little older than he was and that he was
quite good looking. Noting that Phil was glancing at him, Tom smiled at the
teenager and stood back a little from the edge of the trough as he unzipped
his tight jeans. In a moment Tom was showing off his long thick uncut cock
to Phil who continued to stare at it while, at the same time, his own prick
got more and more erect in his hand. After a brief hesitation, the teenager
stood back and showed off his own hard-on to Tom who nodded appreciatively
and smiled even more broadly. After a few moments the older teenager moved
closer to the youngster and spoke to him quietly and reassuringly,

"Hi, mate, you OK? I'm sorry about last week but from what I can see of
your prick I think the wait was worth it. You ready to do something?"

Phil responded rather hesitantly,

"Yeah, I guess so."

The older of the two then moved really close and began to run his hand over
Phil's rock hard shaft and whispered,

"I'm Tom, by the way, what's your name?"

"Phil" came the mumbled reply.

At this point Tom reached over and placed his hand over the teenager's hand
and eased it away so that he could fondle the rock hard shaft and said,

"OK, Phil, I love the feel of this lovely dick!"

The teenager stood still for a few moments as the older boy examined every
inch of his shaft, balls and the spongy head of his cut cock. Tom moved
closer and encouraged Phil to reciprocate, which, after only a moment's
pause, the young man did.

The two young men stood facing each other with only a short distance
between them and spent a short while examining each other fully. Phil felt
a surge of excitement pass through him as he made first contact with the
silky skin of the shaft of Tom's shaft. This was the first time in his life
that the teenager had really been able to fully enjoy the thrill of
exploring another man's cock and balls. Phil particularly enjoyed pulling
Tom's loose foreskin on and off the pink glans and rubbing the thick shaft
and skin up and down in a slow wanking motion. After a short while Tom
pulled away and took the initiative and whispered,

"Come on, let's go in the cubicle, there's more room in there and it's more
private!"

Phil nodded and the older man led the teenager through to the nearest
cubicle closing and locking the door behind him. Once inside, Tom gently
pulled Phil's jeans and underwear down to his knees and pulled his own
clothes down to allow the horny teenager access to the rock hard, uncut
cock. Before settling himself down on the toilet seat, Tom positioned Phil
directly in front of him so that when he sat down his face was directly in
line with the teenager's rampant prick. Once in a comfortable position, the
older, more experienced man reached forward and ran his finger gently along
the length of the teenager's rock hard prick. Phil felt his cock throb
involuntarily as Tom squeezed his balls and then stuck out his tongue and
licked some drops of pre-cum from his piss slit. The teenager gave out a
gasp of pleasure before, in a single smooth movement, the older man opened
his mouth and closed his lips completely around the head of the teenager's
dick and started to suck it. Phil let out a second involuntary gasp of
pleasure as Tom's hot breath and wet tongue and lips started to work on his
cock. Slowly more and more of the teenager's prick disappeared inside the
waiting mouth causing Phil to moan gently as pre-cum oozed from his piss
slit and then, without any warning, he fired his load. Phil had no time to
say anything as his ball juice shot along his shaft from his churning balls
and out into Tom's mouth. The older man swallowed the cum with enthusiasm
but the teenage looked aghast at what he had done and muttered,

"Sorry."

When the stream of spunk finally came to a halt and the teenager's now
sensitive cock slipped from his mouth Tom looked up and grinned as he
replied,

"There's nothing to be sorry about!! It tasted great to me and next time I
expect that you'll be able to hold back for much longer."

Phil was relieved at the reaction and pleased at the thought that his new
friend was talking about a next time. The teenager looked down at his new
friend and, as soon as he noticed that Tom was wanking his cock, said,

"You haven't shot your load yet, have you?"

Tom shook his head and Phil reached down to take over, but instead the
older of the two stood up and pulled the younger teen close towards him.
The horny youth took hold of his partner's rock hard cock and began to wank
him a lot harder as the two bodies squashed together. The teenager was able
to work the skin over the sensitive frenum, which caused Tom to moan and
breathe heavily as Phil continued to work his hand up and down as best he
could. A moment or two later, the teenager felt the fat cock in his hand
expand and then his stomach was splashed with several jets of hot spunk as
it shot from Tom's enlarged piss slit. The older of the two men pulled his
friend even closer as the shaft of his cock continued to pulsate and he
covered both their groins with his ball juice. When finally the torrent of
cum ceased, Tom continued to hug Phil close as the sticky deposit was
spread around their naked skin. Once he had recovered his breath, the older
man said quietly,

"Thanks, mate, I really enjoyed that!!"

The teenager nodded his head enthusiastically and then, conscious of the
time, the pair began, rather awkwardly, to pull up their underwear and
jeans in the confined space of the cubicle. Realising the impossibility of
the task, Tom sat back on the toilet seat and watched his new friend as the
teenager covered his now deflated cock with his jockey shorts and then his
jeans and made himself presentable to the outside world. Smiling, the older
man said,

"Your prick is fucking great Phil, I hope I can have the chance to have fun
with you and it again soon!!"

Phil grinned back and said,

"Yes, please, Tom, I'd really like that! You have a pretty nice cock as
well and it would be cool to play with it again soon and for me to learn
more things to do with it such as how to suck it. When can we meet again?
Should we meet here again or do you know a better place?"

The older man thought for a moment and then said,

"Yes, let's meet as soon as possible and I've got a much better place for
us to go. I live in a small bed-sit near the centre of town. We could meet
there. It's quite safe and quiet and nobody will disturb us, especially if
we meet at this time of the day. Before we leave I'll give you my mobile
number, we can sort out the details and send each other sexy texts!! Is
this a good time for you?"

At this point, the two young men swapped places in the cubicle and Phil,
who was now sitting on the toilet seat, nodded enthusiastically at his
friend's suggestion as he replied,

"Yes, it's cool as it's after the end of school and, even if I came to your
place, I'd still have time to get home before my parents so long as we were
quick."

After the horny teenager had so readily agreed with his suggestion and as
he started to get dressed, Tom smiled to himself at the prospect of
teaching the young man a few tricks of the trade. Opposite him, Phil sat
watching his new friend closely until all signs of the thick cock had
disappeared. When they were both ready to open the door and get out of the
confined space of the cubicle, Phil fished a small piece of paper from the
pocket of his jeans as well as a pencil and carefully wrote his mobile
number on it and handed it to Tom, who, in turn, found a scrap of toilet
paper and wrote his number out and handed it to Phil. As he passed the note
across, the older man could not resist the temptation to give his new
friend's prick a friendly squeeze and was delighted as he felt it harden
immediately to his touch, but Phil shook his head and said, sadly,

"I'd love to do it all over again right now but I better get back home!!
Can't wait to see you again, but let's make sure we both have more time!!"

Tom smiled warmly and said,

"Sounds cool to me!! How soon can you see me? Can you make it a bit earlier
than the time we met today? And, don't forget to save all your spunk for
me, don't go wasting that lovely cream with some crafty wanks between now
and then!!"

Phil looked back at his new friend and replied solemnly, but with a grin on
his face,

"Even with an earlier meeting time it's a long time to wait!! But,
seriously, I'm sure I can hold out until then. Also I think that tomorrow I
could skive off a bit earlier than today as I have a free period last
thing. Text me with a place and time, OK?"

Tom nodded and said,

"Sure thing, I'll text and confirm a time and a place. OK?"

With that remark, the older of the two young men opened the cubicle door
slowly and carefully and then led the way out into the main area of the
toilet. Tom walked over and stood at the urinal and indicated as he did so
that Phil should leave first, whispering,

"See you tomorrow!"

"Cool, Tom, tomorrow it is!!" came the teenager's reply.

Phil stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine, unlocked his bicycle
and rode off happily home and as he did so he began counting the hours
until he would see Tom again.

Tom remained in the toilet for a short while and, as he remembered the
beautiful taste of Phil's spunk and forgot his own instruction to his new
young friend, he wanked his hardening cock for a second time. The young man
was delighted when his second orgasm of the afternoon fired out and
splattered against the porcelain of the urinal and slid slowly down to the
trough. Satisfied with his afternoon activity and his fortune in meeting
Phil, Tom walked out of the toilet, went slowly back to his bed-sit and,
like his younger friend, began to count the hours until their next date.

If you have any comments or criticisms please let me know. Thanks.
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