Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 16:05:38 +0000
From: Welshboi <jas_m_be@hotmail.com>
Subject: The wonders of the pin-hole

My name is Jason. I'm a 28 year old athletically built guy who's basically
straight, but a sexual experience I've just had has brought back some
fucking hot memories of another experience I had as a horny 16 year-old.

Back then I attended a pretty ordinary mixed-sex secondary school in Wales.
For a young guy with rampaging hormones though it provided a sea of
potential fucks and fantasies. From some of the slutty, big titted and loose
girls in my class through to the built rugby playing guys who populated the
school -- and the changing room --  I remember feeling horny for the best part
of the day, all because of the array of eye candy which was before me.

One of my best friends at the time was Paul. Like me he was a successful
rugby player and general all-round athlete. With his blonde hair, blue eyes
and slim and muscular build he was a real hit. We were inseparable in and
out of school and were very popular with the girls. The boys, too, were
always keen to be our friends and to join us in our escapades on and off the
rugby pitch. We got drunk together, fought together and even on one
memorable occasion with two 18 year old girls pulled together!

However, we had never fooled around together. Though I'd seen him naked
loads of times in the school changing rooms after rugby or a gym session I'd
never seen him hard or got near his perfect, white as snow bubble butt.
Although I have nothing to be ashamed of in the trouser department, I would
often try to sneak an admiring glance at his pendulant big balls and
perfectly formed, droopy dick with the most perfect foreskin I had ever
seen. My tendency to sneak a look when we were showering or undressing in
the changing room did disturb me a bit, but I used to put this down to not
having enough sex from my girlfriend at the time!

This was soon to change.


On a cold winter's day our science class was set a task involving heading
out of the school grounds to take an interesting picture with a pinhole
camera which we had been building during the lesson. We were given an hour
and told to come back with a photo, with the most interesting winning a
prize. We were put into groups and, as usual, Paul and I stuck together and
were also teamed up with one of the class nerds, a guy called Anthony. We
had two cameras, and with the first one Anthony had the boring idea of
taking one of us in front of a local church. The photo took what seemed like
hours and Paul and I were getting restless. As soon as it was done, we
decided that we would have to make a much more interesting use of our second
camera if we were going to win the class prize.

So Paul hatched a plan to have us pulling a 'moony' which he thought would
cheer up the class no end. Looking back now, I can see that he was obsessed
by nudity. He'd use any excuse to strip off or show his arse during rugby
trips or nights out and he had one particular obsession with getting another
guy in our class -- Neil -- naked and humiliated whenever he could. On one
occasion when we were having our weekly swimming lessons in the school pool,
he waited until Neil -- who himself was pretty muscular and had a big hairy
cock and balls -- was completely naked before grabbing him and dumping him in
the reception area so that the girls in the class could see him in all his
glory.

But back to our photo. The idea of showing our arses was too much for our
nerdy friend, who headed back to class early leaving Paul and myself to find
a venue for our trouser dropping routine. We soon thought of the perfect
venue -- the toilets of a local community centre which opened early in the
morning but which we knew would be deserted on a week-day.

So in we went. The toilets were quite spacious -- with a row of five decently
sized cubicles  and another row of six or seven urinals in anther corner
with a large mirror above the sinks. Paul placed the cardboard camera,
complete with its flimsy cover near the sinks facing the spacious disabled
toilet in front of it. 'Ideal', I thought. we could not only see ourselves
in the mirror, but also see anyone coming into the toilet so we could hide
if we needed to.

We went into the cubicle and positioned ourselves with out backs to the
camera.

'Down they come' Paul said as he began to unfasten his school trousers. I
watched as he slid them down only to reveal that he wasn't wearing any
underwear at all. His cock swayed as he stood upright again. 'Now your turn'
he said. I obeyed his instructions as I dropped my trousers and the boxers I
had on underneath.

'I'm just going to go over and take the cover off the camera I said as I
carefully walked over to the sink with my trousers round my ankles. As I
walked back as quickly as I could after taking the cover off, my eyes
couldn't help but focus on Paul's muscular, snow-white arse. It seemed to go
on for ever, particularly as he was now in full mooning pose. The crack of
his arse was open exposing a bit of his pink anus and some gorgeous dark
hairs which really hit my spot!

For some reason my cock began to swell a little as I looked at his arse.
Then I took my position next to him, spread my legs and looked down at  my
feet.

'How long do you reckon we should give this?' I asked. 'Just a few minutes
and they'll have a photo to remember' he replied with a big smile on his
face.

By now the tops of our legs were touching as we bent down to give the camera
a good show of our arses, and I couldn't help but feel extremely horny as I
was stood half-naked next to my best mate.

All of a sudden, in typical Paul fashion, he brought his right hand down
hard on my left arse cheek,

We both laughed but somehow it only had the effect of making my cock grow
once again. It was now at least half mast, but was thankfully covered by my
school jumper so Paul couldn't see it. We stood there for another minute or
so whispering quietly about how the class sluts would love to see this
photo.

As I looked down at my feet, all of a sudden I heard what I thought was a
slight movement in on of the cubicles to our right. Paul obviously heard it
too as we looked at each other. We listened some more and heard some low
moans. I peered under the gap between the cubicle wall and the floor and
could just make out a foot clad in a trendy Nike trainer in the next-but-one
stall. The rhythmic and sloppy noises we could make out made it sound like
whoever was there was wanking slowly.

That was it -- my cock was now at full mast and as I turned to Paul I could
see that his interest had been pricked too, judging by his flushed face.

He stood up and as he did I could see that his cock was at half mast and
growing. His foreskin was pulled back slightly to show the tip of his cock,
with some pre-cum clearly visible.  My cock was getting hotter and hotter.
Since I had seen Paul's growing cock, I thought I had nothing to lose so I
stood up fully showing my now fully thick erect 7 incher in front of me.
Paul looked down. 'That's some cock you've got there mate' he whispered, his
lips touching my ear lobe.

'Yours is pretty impressive too' I whispered back as I gazed down at his now
fully hard cock. It must have been at least an inch and a half bigger than
mine, and much wider too. The veins on his cock were twitching and I
couldn't help but stare.

'Looks like we'll have to do something about these' he said grabbing my cock
roughly in his hands.

Next thing, we started touching each other up and wanking our cocks
together. My hands wondered behind Paul to his muscular arse. My fingers
reached for his musky sweaty, hole and found it. I inserted my middle finger
into his hole and he let out a small gasp. After fingering him a couple of
times I withdrew my finger and brought it up to our lips which were by now
almost touching. I could smell that distinctive musky arse odour which I
loved so much from my own hole.

Just then we heard the other stall door open and someone walking towards us.
We turned away from each other and towards the open door. Stood outside with
his cock in his hand was none other than our games teacher, Mr Jones. He was
in his early thirties, with dark curly hair and an impressive towering body.
Even more impressive was the size if the cock he was now pumping in his
hands. It must have been 9 inches and was surrounded by the thickest set of
pubic hair I had ever seen.

'Fancy meeting you two naughty boys here' he said, as we both looked at his
taught and hairy naked body.

'Don't go wasting all that cum on you two, come here and do as you're old
and service me' he ordered. We did as he said and both went towards him to
start feeling him up. I was in heaven. Sex with the girls I'd been with had
never been this horny or exciting.

We both kneeled in front of him on his orders and took turns to lick and
suck his huge, and smelly cock. It smelt like it hadn't been washed in
weeks, which just added to the horniness of the situation.

Then he ordered Paul to bend over the sink counter and got me to go behind
his towering frame. We did as he commanded. He proceeded to put his enormous
cock into Paul's virgin arse without any lube. Paul yelled. I was told to
stick my cock up Mr Jones's arse, which I proceeded to do with joy. It
seemed quite loose and he was obviously well used.

We fucked for a few minutes until our teacher lost it and came up Paul's
arse. I came next and kept my cock up Mr Jones' arse until I'd spent all my
come. Whilst we were both exhausted Paul turned around and said 'so who's
going to service me then?'

With that My Jones got on his knees and told Paul to wank all over his face.
It can't have taken more than twenty seconds for Paul's filthy come to land
all over Mr Jones cheeks, nose and mouth. There seemed to be gallons of it.

Afterwards we all looked at each other a bit sheepishly and got cleaned up.
Mr Jones explained that he often spent his breaks down in the community
centre toilets on the off-chance of getting some action. He'd already had
the cleaner that morning!

As we set off back to class, both tired, Paul and I vowed to explore this
side of ourselves and Mr Jones a lot more! And as for the photo, when we
took it back to be developed all we could see were two indistinct shapes but
we were just relieved we hadn't caught our later action with Mr Jones on
film! The wonders of the pin-hole had worked for us, but not

But what brought me back to this experience? Well I was back at my parents'
house this Christmas and was getting a bit stir crazy. Very few of my
friends still live around my home town and the only true friend who I knew
still lived around here was Paul. So on a wet and miserable Friday after
Christmas I decided to pay him a call for old time's sake.

I knocked on the door, only to be answered by a young lad, probably about 16
or 17, who I soon realised must have been Paul's little brother who I hadn't
seen for years.

He had the unmistakable look of Paul about him -- muscular, blonde, good
looking and by the look of the bulge in his track suit bottoms he was
following in his bother's footsteps in another way too! When he asked me in
I couldn't wait to get to know him or his older brother again, but that
story's for another time...