Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:29:49 +1000
From: Daryl Walker <azsniffer@gmail.com>
Subject: The tennis court toilets

Frank was 18 years old in 1980, and finishing his last year at school.  He
was desperate to leave high school - being gay and closeted during the
1970s wasn't much of a life.  He hadn't had any sexual experiences, apart
from solo activities.  Plenty of those.  He had gone through puberty late,
but had discovered masturbation when he was just 14.  The first time was a
weekend his parents were away, and he was alone in the house.  He had been
dreaming about men, and feeling guilty about it, but his imagination had
been stimulated by the sight of one of his schoolmates naked in the change
room at the local swimming pool, and this is what he was dreaming of when
he first came.  Pretty soon he had become a dedicated masturbator.  He got
to know what his body liked, the way he stroked his dick, the taste of his
pre-cum.  Pretty soon he discovered that his anus was also an organ of
pleasure, and he regularly fingered himself while he came.  After one
session, he had daringly sniffed his finger and was almost blown away by
the scent of his ass - sweaty, warm, with darker hints - the very essence
of maleness that drove him to jerk off several times a day.

His only friend, because he wasn't a popular boy, was an Italian kid
called Peter.  Peter was another loner, and they naturally fell together.
He wasn't a good looking adolescent and Frank was not sexually attracted to
him.  In fact, he could never even hint that he was gay.  They hung out
together a lot, and usually walked home from school together.  In those pre
internet days porn was pretty hard to find, but Frank and Peter had done
pretty well for themselves.  Some older kids occasionally left dirty
magazines lying around, and on the way home from school the two boys would
check out the area around an abandoned property where the older kids would
hang out in the evenings, drinking and smoking.  Over a couple of years
they had found a pretty worthy cache of porn, some good and some not so
good.  The mags were mainly straight, but occasionally had gay sections
which Frank secretly wanked to whenever it was his turn to borrow the
magazines.  He also jerked off to the men in the straight sections too, but
his friend Peter didn't know any of this.

Not far from the old house, the two friends split up to walk to their
homes, which were in different directions.  Frank's route took him up a
path beside the local tennis courts.  Outside the courts was a red brick
public toilet, probably dating from the 1960s.  Frank had urinated in there
on the way home before, and had always been somehow turned on by the place,
although no-one was ever in there.  One day passing these toilets, he had a
sudden urge to masturbate, as a surge of randiness came over him - he was
16 at the time.  Again, the toilets were empty, and for the first time he
went into one of the two cubicles and closed the door.  Almost immediately
his nostrils were hit by the smell of sweaty men and old piss, and his cock
inexplicably got a whole lot harder.  As his eyes became accustomed to the
darkness in the cubicle, he noticed how filthy it was.  The walls were
stained with yellow and brown dribbles running onto the floor.  Someone had
wiped their ass without toilet paper and used the wall instead.  Some
toilet paper lay scrunched up on the floor - he picked some up as it looked
clean as the roll holder was empty, thinking he would wipe himself after he
came.  Someone had had the same idea, because the wad of paper was full of
cum.  He brought it up to his nose and for the first time inhaled the
stench of another man's stale cum.  Frank thought his cock would burst.  He
pulled his pants down, and sat on the toilet and began pumping his cock
hard.  He read the graffiti on the wall and looked at the crude drawings of
cocks, and he soon added his thick streaks of cum to the old stains which
decorated the walls of the cubicle.  From this point on, Frank was addicted
to the place and came there almost every afternoon when school had
finished.  Occasionally he saw other men leave the toilet block, always
furtively with their heads down, but he never met anyone inside.  There was
always evidence of recent use, which he used to fuel his imagination.
Fresh loads of cum, used toilet paper on the floor, new graffiti to read
and always that smell of men, their sweat and their piss.  There was always
something new in at least one of the cubicles to fire his dirty
imagination.

Now Frank was 18 and school was about to finish.  He longed to get away
from the suburbs, get out of home, and get on with his life.  Maybe live
somewhere it was ok to be himself, somewhere he could meet men and finally
get over the business of remaining a virgin.  He would miss the tennis club
toilets, though - they were the only thing that had kept him sane during
his sometimes troubled adolescence.

One Friday he finished school at lunchtime, and went into the toilet as
usual.  One of the cubicles was obviously occupied.  He went into the other
cubicle, and sat down quietly.  He knew there was someone next door, but he
couldn't hear anything.  There was a hole someone had drilled through the
mortar between the brick wall between the cubicle, which he had seen before
but never really wondered about.  He wondered if the guy in the next
cubicle was sitting down to piss, and about to take a shit.  Nervously he
shifted closer to the hole, and tried to look through.  He could see a pair
of moderately hairy legs, and the man's trousers around his ankles.  Frank
was nervous, trying not to make a sound.  Just when he was beginning to
feel very self conscious, the man shifted on the toilet seat, let out a
large fart, and grunted.  Frank heard the splash as a large turd dropped
into the toilet bowl, and heard them man sigh with satisfaction.  Frank's
cock stiffened in his pants as he watched a hand come into view and reach
for some toilet paper.  The man stood, and Frank got a glimpse of a nigh,
swinging cock as he turned to face the bowl.  Frank watched as the man
wiped his ass, and threw the paper into the bowl.  Quickly, the man pulled
up his pants and exited the cubicle without flushing.  Before he left the
small building, Frank watched him through the door and saw a
businessman-type standing in the centre of the room.  He was in his mid
thirties and quite good looking.  Not believing his eyes, Frank watched as
the man sniffed the fingers of his right hand, gave a quick secretive
smile, and then washed his hands and left the toilet.  His heart beating
almost painfully in his chest, Frank waited a couple of minutes and then
stole into the next cubicle where the man had been.  In the toilet was a
huge turd, semi-submerged, and covered in scrunched up bits of paper the
man had used to clean himself.  Frank thought about the man's asshole, and
wondered how it would smell.  He pulled out his cock, which was leaking
into his undies by now, and with a few swift hard jerks came into the
toilet bowl, shooting ropes of heavy cum onto the man's shit.  Panting, he
wiped his cock and flushed the toilet, embarrassed now and a bit horrified
with himself.

Over the next few days Frank nearly wanked himself sill every night in bed
thinking about this experience.  He jammed his fingers in his asshole, and
then thrust them under his nose, inhaling the own dirty fragrance of his
ass as he came into the hanky he kept under his bed.  He hoped he would see
the man again, and the thought filled his fantasies for the next few weeks.

About a month later, shortly before school would wind up forever, Frank
followed the well worn path to the tennis courts late one afternoon.  He
went into his favourite cubicle, and sat down to play with his cock.  For
some reason he held off coming, he just sat there and gently massaged
himself while he sat in the dimly lit enclosure and daydreamed. Lost in his
fantasy, he almost failed to notice someone had entered the toilet next
door until the door banged and he was startled out of his reverie.  He sat
back on the seat, and listened.  He could hear shuffling and the sounds of
buttons and a zip being undone, and pants sliding down to the floor.  Like
before, he crept over to the hole in the wall and risked a careful glimpse.
As before, a man sat on the toilet seat, but this time he was moving.  This
time, Frank could just see, the man had his cock out and was pulling on it.
He could just see the man's thick uncut cock lengthen in his hand, and he
crept close for a better view.  He looked down so he could undo his own
pants and get to his own cock.  As he did, he looked back up and to his
shock he could see the man's eye staring back at him through the hole.  He
stumbled back and sat on the grimy floor in shock, his penis on display for
the man to see through the wall.  His heart was beating wildly.

"I knew you were watching me" he heard a soft, deep voice say.  "Would you
like a closer look?"

"Y-yes!" Frank stuttered, without thinking.

"Don't be afraid" the man said.  "Can I come in"

Before Frank could even gather his thoughts the door to his own cubicle was
opening and the man came through.  He must have pulled his pants up, but
Franks were still around his ankles as he struggled to stand and regain his
composure.

"I'm sorryÉ" be blurted out, trying to straighten himself up.

"Don't be sorry, you've got nothing to worry about" the man said, extending
a hand to help Frank to his feet.  As he stood, he realised abruptly that
this was the same man he had watched a few weeks before, taking a dump.
The man was early 30s, with olive skin and the best designer stubble Frank
had ever seen.  He had brilliant brown eyes and a beautiful smile.  Frank
found himself smiling back at the stranger.

"I've seen you before, you know".  The man smiled again.  "You were the boy
who was looking at me in there a few weeks ago."  It wasn't really a
question.

"How did you know" asked Frank.

"I knew someone was in there, and I hid behind the wall outside and watched
you when you came out.  I recognised you as soon as I opened the door - I
was hoping to run into you again."

Frank didn't know what to say.

"I see from your uniform you're at the local high school.  How old are
you?" the man asked.

"I'm 18, a few months ago - I finish school in 2 weeks" Frank replied.

"Good.  Did you like watching me, that time a few weeks ago?"

"Yes" said Frank, embarrassed.

"What did you do when I left?" the man asked.

"I, I went into your toilet, I wanked, I came into the bowl" Frank said
hurriedly.

"I thought as much" the man said.  "I heard the toilet flush, and you were
in there for a while.  Did you enjoy watching me"

"Oh yes!" Frank breathed, and the man laughed as he saw Frank's cock
stiffen at the memory.

"I get the feeling you're new to this, kid" he stated.

"I am, I've never done anything with anyone" said Frank.  "Just a lot of
wanking".

"Would you like to change that?" the man asked.

"Please" Frank begged in reply, never so sure of anything in his life.

The man reached over and held Frank's shoulder, and shook it reassuringly
as he gave the boy a tender look.  He leaned in closer, and gently kissed
Frank on the lips, noticing that the boy's mouth trembled at his gentle
touch.  He reached into the small of the boy's back and pressed him hard
against him.  His kiss deepened, and Frank parted his lips to let them
man's tongue invade his mouth.  His hard cock pressed against the man's own
rock hard penis, as they kissed and as Frank swooned.

"You've got a nice dick" the man said admiringly, after the kiss had ended.
"It's like mine, about 7 inches and uncut.  Has anyone sucked your cock
before?" he asked, but he knew the answer was no.  The man manoeuvered
around Frank, and sat on the toilet seat.  He took the boy's rigid cock
into his mouth and Frank gasped as the heat and wetness of the man's mouth
enveloped him.  It was all he had imagined, and more.  The man gave expert
attention to the boy's eager penis, but he could sense the boy was close so
he left off and pushed the boy around to face the other direction.

"Spread your ass cheeks" he instructed Frank.

"What are you going to do?" Frank asked, "I've just come from a gym class,
I'm pretty sweaty back there" he mumbled.

"You let me worry about that" the man replied, and with that he parted the
young man's buttocks even further and pressed his nose and mouth into the
boy's sweaty crack.  Frank could feel the rasp of the man's unshaven cheeks
and chin against his ass, and he shuddered with pleasure.  The man sighed
with pleasure as he inhaled the fresh stink of the boy's butthole, and
grunted appreciatively as he began to rim the young hole.  Frank could not
believe this was happening.  Instinctively, he pressed his ass back against
the older man's eager tongue.  Torrents of pleasure flowed through him in
waves as the older man tongue fucked his teen ass.  Too soon, the man
stopped and stood up, turning Frank around to face him again.

"Enjoy?" he asked simply, and Frank reached for his face and kissed him
deep again, this time tasting the gamey flavour of his own ass on the older
man's lips and tongue.  The man laughed gently, and then looked at Frank
enquiringly.  "Would you like to do the same for me?" he asked.  "I get the
feeling you're a raunchy young individual" he teased.  "I can tell you want
to see what a real man tastes like" he laughed.

They exchanged places, and Frank sat on the rim of the toilet seat.  The
man undid his pants, and out sprang his hard, perfect cock.  Seven inches,
with a thick semi-retracted foreskin.  Frank could smell the cock as he
took it into his mouth, at first tentatively, and then in a rush.  Complex
scents and flavours mingled in his nostrils.  The smell of old piss, the
heady stink of old cum and smegma - Frank was in heaven.  He took the cock
from his mouth, and peeled back the foreskin completely, revealing the
older man's cheesy cockhead in all its glory.  He looked up and the older
man smiled encouragingly, and he went to work cleaning the man's shiny
cockhead of all its grime.  His own cock was leaking in response to these
assaults on his senses and he squeezed himself with one hand as he sucked
the cock.  Gently, the man pulled out of his mouth.

"Would you like to see my ass as well?  You got a pretty good look before
when I wiped it" he smiled wickedly at Frank.

"Oh fuck yes, show me!" Frank moaned.

Obligingly, the man turned around and peeled his undies down around his
knees.  He had magnificent buttocks.  Frank admired them for a moment -
muscular, sculpted and covered in a fine dark fuzz which thickened towards
the man's cleft.  Gently, Frank stroked the fine hair and felt the older
man's solid gluteal muscles tense as his touch.  The man made an
encouraging noise, and Frank parted the hairy ass cheeks and gazed in
wonder at what lay between.  A think matt of black hair drew his eye into
towards the man's anus.  Even though Frank had been worried about his own
state of cleanliness after the gym, it was obvious this man did not worry.
His ass hair was matted, and Frank could smell sweat and the darker hint of
old shit emanating from the man's ass.  This man hod not had a shower since
the last time he had had a shit.  This man's ass was in the same state it
probably had been after Frank had spied on him a few weeks before.  Frank
gulped.

"Ok?" the man grunted, his voice thickened with desire.

Frank thought about it for a split second, and then lust took over as he
thrust his face into the older man's ass.  The rank scent of sweat and
grime hit his nostrils, inflaming him with desire.  He snorted like a pig
as he sniffed and smelled the man's dirty asshole.  His tongue, with a mind
of its own, thrust into the moist centre of the man's anus, and for the
first time in his life he knew this was right, this was what it meant to be
a man.  Men were primal, they were dirty.  Men were animals.  They didn't
smell like soap, and taste like nothing.  He knew this was where he
belonged.  He drove his tongue deeper into the filthy asshole, gaining
every bit of flavour and every hint of old shit he could.  The man's scent
overwhelmed him.  He hoped the man was enjoying his attentions, he thought
so, from the man's animal grunts and the fact he was now yanking hard on
his cock.

Abruptly the man stood up and pulled Frank to his feet.  He started
intensely into the young man's eyes, and then kissed him deeply again.  He
groaned with pleasure at the scent of his dirty cock and anus on the young
man's previously unsullied lips.  Frank, in return, kissed the man back and
their tongues entwined as they both began pulling hard on their cocks.  The
scent of the man's asshole still in his nostrils, and the taste of his own
ass on the man's lips, Frank could hold back no longer.  He shouted as his
orgasm started, and he pumped thick globs of cum onto the mans hairy thighs
as he shuddered with pleasure.  This began the man's own orgasm.  he pushed
Frank to his knees, and shot his ropy cum from his shiny, still stinking
cockhead onto the young man's angelic face.  Ropes of the older man's cum
clung to his eyelashes, his nose and his lips and his eyes were closed in
ecstasy.

When he looked up, the man had gone.