Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 10:41:16 -0800
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Peter Caravan Camping (gay/Adult Friends, oral anal, M/M)

Adult Friends, oral anal, M/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
consenting adult males.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved.

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             Peter Caravan Camping
                     By
                    Wolf

	When I was a young lad my parents were
caravaners (trailer campers) in the early 80s we
went to a campsite in Scotland with a wooden
shower/toilet block.  One side of the block was
showers and cubicles the other was washbasins and a
long metal urinal.

	I was about 12-year-old at the time and I was
only 4-feet 10-inches tall, a slim kid with short dark
hair, with smooth skin.  Later in life, I grew a lot of
body hair.  At the time my cock was only 4-inches
long and my scrotum wasn't much bigger than a
walnut shell and were tight to my body I almost had
a perpetual hard-on.  In those days I preictally lied
in shorts on holidays that were very short.  I
enjoyed sitting cross-egged in such a way that my
cock was always peeking out of the leg of the shorts.
That was the way I was dressed when I was sent to
wash before going to bed one evening.

	I was standing there in my shorts washing my
upper body when an old bloke that was about 70-
years-old was standing at the urinal.  I didn't notice
anything unusual at first but eventually, I noticed he
was smiling at me and he was wanking off.  He
suddenly squirted cum all over the back of the metal
urinal.  He turned to face me as she put his cock
back in his pants, and said: "Evening." And walked
away.  I stood there thinking that what he did was
sexy.

	Tat night while I was sleeping on the dinning
table converted into a bed, I wanked-off quietly in
my bunk thinking about the old man.

	All these years later I still think about that
old man, although I married.  I when the need
inspires me, I visit public toilets looking for a few
blokes to wank me off or give me a blowjob that
ends when I feed them my cum.


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