This is a true story involving man on man sex. If it is likely to offend please do not read further.
The details of safe sex precautions have been left out. But do not take risks. Negotiate safe sex at all times. HIV still kills.
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I was 19. I had been wanking since I was just 12. I loved it but knew I needed more. My mates had gradually got girlfriends. I had watched them in the showers - even see two of them wank each other off a couple of times. Their cocks and their young spunky balls excited me. Their asses just cried out for me to touch them. And sometimes I would be close, perhaps doing some homework with them and I would want to stretch across and kiss them and run my hands over their bodies.
There were four of us hung out together. Sometimes one of us would be brave enough to buy or nick a porno mag from one of the local shops. We'd go some place. And we'd divide the mag into four and sit on opposite sides of the room, or a little apart in the woods, and we'd wank our horny teenage cocks into spunk-blasting joy, looking at the mags - or in my case at my mates and occasionally at the men's cocks fucking the young celluloid ladies.
I knew I wanted more. I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to be wicked. I would take my dad's dirty pants and wank into them, watching in the mirror as my spunking cock pulsed its shots of boycum into them. And then I would hold them to me and smother my face in the scent of my father's crotch and ass mingled with my cum. I would finger my ass. Lube it with hand cream and insert the deodorant bottle up inside, squirming at the pressure on my young spot and smelling it after. I knew I wanted to do everything. Put everything everywhere. Break the taboos and take risks.
I suppose it was predictable then that at 19 I should find what I was looking for first in the public toilets. I had my first job and was commuting. The city station I left from each evening had a big public rest room. One evening I went for a piss. It was crowded with rush hour commuters. I unbuttoned and pulled out my semi hard cock. It was always semi-hard when I pissed in public. I seemed to get some small thrill from it. This particular evening as the slightly yellow liquid began its rush and the pressure eased on my bladder I glanced to my right. The guy was slowly wanking a good 7" cock that was easing precum. I was shocked. The urinal next to him was empty, but one beyond that, I could see the guy's hand moving in a rythym that was nothing to do with taking a leak. He caught my glance and leaned back slightly, showing an engorged cock head of what seemed like enormous proportion. I looked around, others milling around seemed oblivious of the sexual current. My piss ended abruptly as I glanced again at the guy next to me to see a shot of white cum hit the porcelain and suddenly my cock was spewing cum and not piss. I shuddered and buttoned up, feeling myself turn bright red. I was convinced I was going to be arrested or that someone would call out to all the suits that I was a faggot.
The next day I dithered in the city center and came to the rest room much later in the evening. There were just three guys down there. One zipped up and left. I stood at the urinal, my cock hardening as I got it out so that it was impossible to pee. The other two, both in their twenties, were at the far end of the urinals and seemed to be looking at each other. One of them moved away and into one of the stalls that were in a row that ran opposite the urinals down behind me. The remaining guy, slim with black jeans and a white T-shirt that clung tight to him and showed his prominent nipples smiled at me. I made what I hoped was a conspiratorial smile back. He stepped right back and brazenly stroked his huge cock at me. His trousers were open at the belt and slightly down and his balls were hanging loose too. I looked furtively around me and moved down until I was standing at the urinal next to him. The steps down into the toilets were long and you could quite easily hear anyone else approaching so when he stretched out his hand and touched my chest and then wrapped his fingers around my hard and pulsating dick I let him. His touch sent an electric current through me. He started to stroke me and to my shock and embarrassment after just a few seconds I was shooting and my legs almost buckled under me. I mumbled "sorry, its been a while". He seemed to sense this was new to me. "I did that the first few times" he said in a country lilting accent. He turned me more towards him and placed one of my hands under his huge hanging balls and the other around his thick knob. It was only then that I noticed the stall door was open. The other guy, blonde hair falling to his shoulders, was standing trousers around his ankles stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. The guy I was tentatively wanking looked over his shoulder and blondie turned around, pulling his ass cheeks apart to expose his slightly open knot of ass flesh, glistening with where he had obviously rubbed saliva in.
The guy I was wanking turned back to me. Give us a signal if someone comes. He moved across to the stall. He angled the guy so that I could see and inserted a finger into the ass as he stroked himself with his other hand. I could see blondie stroking himself through his legs. My new friend spat on his hand and pushed his spit up into blondie's ass and began to massage the walls of his ass. His arsehole seemed to pulse open and then close around him as he inserted a second finger. I had started stroking myself again and pointed my cock at the cubicle. My new friend grinned.
Then blondie said something I could not hear. My friend removed his fingers and positioned himself behind him and slowly prodded his dick against the opening. His buttocks and thigh muscles tightened as he pushed in against the ass and the head of blondie dipped down until it was almost in the toilet bowl. Suddenly the sphincter gave and my friend's cock pushed an inch or two in. He paused and grinned at me. "Go on fuck him", I heard my voice say as I started to beat my meat more forceably, keeping half an eye and ear on the entrance to the toilets.
My friend blew me a kiss and then put both arms around the waist of blondie and pushed hard in. A load moan, "yeeeeesss" and then he was pumping the guy. I could glimpse blondie wanking his huge dick as my friend pounded his ass. I was wanking myself stupid now as I watched the two young men fucking and forgot my role as guard. Suddenly there was someone else entering the toilets. I froze as I saw the uniform. But the station guard quickly gave me a grin and started rubbing a hardening shape through his loose black trousers. The fucking was getting more frenetic and any hope of discreet silence vanished. For some reason it was only then that I noticed that the cubicle next to the one blondie was in indicated that it was occupied. I was astounded. But I was beyond caring now as I wanked my cock in rythym with the fucking and moved a little closer to the action, noting the station guard moving our way too. As I moved in close I saw for the first time that blondie was sucking a cock that was through a hold between the occupied cubicle and his.
Suddenly I felt a hand grab my buttocks and another one ease my own hand off my cock and place it on another one. The station guard, a stocky but fit looking man in his thirties was now right up next to me. For the next few minutes we beat each other's cocks furiously as my friend picked up the pace of his fucking. Soon there was no telling where the moaning was coming from. I prayed no innocent would walk down for a piss. And then my friend stiffened. "I'm going to shoot up your ass man" he called. "Yeeah, do it" said a disembodied voice from the locked cubicle. Suddenly there was spunk splattering down onto the floor of the stall. Blondie was shooting his load everywhere. That did it for everyone. I shot. And then felt spunk ooze out of the cock in my hand and run down my fingers and wrist. My friend withdrew and shot spunk all over the bare ass and legs of blondie and finally there was spunk dripping out of blondie's mouth and down the side of the anonymous cock still in his mouth.
Station guard and I moved back to the urinals to sort ourselves out. Soon my new friend was standing in the one next to me. Blondie shut the stall door to give himself a chance to sort himself out.
"I'm Jack", my new friend said, "I was just on my way to a party. Fancy coming along?" I was reeling from the suddenness of all of this and just nodded. The party was not what I had ever thought of as a party before, but I will have to get some rest before writing about that. And six months later, I found out who had been in the locked cubicle, but that is a story for later too.
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