Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2010 09:43:41 +0000
From: fanara55@hotmail.com
Subject: Illicit Encounters One

			    ILLICIT ENCOUNTERS

				    ONE


Birmingham, 1949. I was on my first leave after completing eight weeks of
National Service square-bashing, and I was hell-bent on having some fun. I
was wearing my Army uniform, knowing that girls were attracted to it.

I swung off the Number 68 tram at Aston Cross, heading for the
dance-hall. But first I needed a piss so I dived into the underground
toilets conveniently located by the tram stop.  There was no-one else in
there. I stood at a stall and started to unbutton my flies. While I was
engaged in getting my todger out, another lad rattled down the steps. I
glanced at him, about my age, 17 or 18, bomber jacket, large, well-greased
quiff of hair, very tight jeans. He took up position three stalls away from
me, undid his belt and lowered his jeans slightly. This was necessary as
those garments were so tight it was otherwise impossible to extract your
tool. This gave me an enticing, though surreptitious, glimpse of the top of
his arse-crack.

I finished pissing, shook the drops off my cock and gave him a sideways
glance. I could see his arm gently moving in a way that indicated he was
stroking his prick. I got an immediate erection and stroked my own weapon.
By now we were looking openly at each other. He stepped back a little so I
could see his hand working his sizeable organ. I did the same. He gave me a
grin, buttoned up and left. I waited the requisite minute before following
him. Outside I looked around and saw him examining a shop window. I
sauntered slowly towards him. As I approached he walked off and I followed
at a discreet distance. He led me to a row of bomb-damaged houses and
turned into an entry between two of them. We emerged in a yard covered in
bricks and rubble. Climbing through a gap in a wall we entered another yard
and were perfectly secluded.

There was no hugging or kissing, we grabbed each other's groins, unbuttoned
each other and exposed our dicks. After stroking each other, the lad
dropped his jeans and bent over, supporting himself on the partly
demolished wall. Although it was dark, the cheeks of his arse gleamed
whitely. I dropped my uniform trousers, spat on my hand and lubricated my
cock before positioning it against his hole. It wasn't easy to penetrate
him, I had to push hard before I felt his sphincter open and engulf my
cock. After that it was easier and I managed to get deep inside his
rectum. As I fucked him, my hand reached round and wanked his big, thick
organ. I hadn't fucked for several weeks and came quickly, squirting my
pent-up spunk deep inside him. Pulling out, I offered him my own posterior,
my hole already wet and ready. Taking up position behind me, he inserted
his whanger, stretching my young anus to its limits. I braced myself and he
gave me a quick but satisfying fuck.

We stuffed our tools back in our trousers. He left first and I followed
after a discreet interval. We had exchanged no words during this encounter
as was the common practice in those days when the act, which was both
illegal and considered shameful, was performed quickly and surreptitiously
wherever one could find a safe place to do it.

At the dance-hall. I noticed my erstwhile sex partner sitting at a table
with his mates. We ignored each other. I danced with several girls and
eventually persuaded one to go outside "for a breath of fresh air." I
pushed her up against a wall, snogged her and, having been allowed to grope
her breasts, boldly put my hand up her skirt. Having stimulated her cunt
she readily agreed to removing her knickers. There was no pill in those
days so, having pulled on a condom, I managed to get inside her which is
not all that easy when you are standing up. There were several other
couples outside engaged in the same activity and, while I was fucking her,
I glanced at the nearest. The guy was none other than my companion of
earlier in the evening! He was fucking his girl like a rabbit, then he
noticed me and grinned.

We returned to the dance, again ignoring each other. I saw him round the
town once or twice subsequently but each time either he or I was with
friends. We never had another encounter but I shall never forget that brief
experience in the bombed-out ruins of Aston.


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