Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:38:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Boy Subject: Eleven-Up, Part 1 Warning: This story depicts graphic fictional sexual conduct between male adults and young males If this offends, do not read further. If this is illegal where you are, leave now. Comments and shared experiences are always welcomed, flames or abuse simply ignored. The events described here take place a long time ago, before aids, and is fantasy. I do not condone, approve or indulge in any of the acts depicted here in any form or sense. Eleven-Up. I was eleven, the public toilet was empty and dark but I needed to pee. With a sigh I let loose, the piss splashing noisily against the wall of the urinal, the sound echoing off the stained and broken tiles. I didn't hear him come in but someone was suddenly standing next me. From the corner of my eye I watched him fish out a thick tube of pink flesh from his trousers. Heavy and curved, it hung in a downward droop, long enough that the fat end of his cock almost touched the urinal wall. My eyes widened at the sight, especially as he slowly stroked the length of his cock twice then skinned back, exposing the glistening purple head of his cock. As soon as he'd started stroking, it had started to straighten, rise and grow in heartbeat-sized pulses. My pee slowed and dribbled to a stop as my own cock stiffened, looking tiny in comparison to the growing monster alongside. I felt myself blush and panic, stuffed my now stiff cock quickly back inside my short pants and rushed out, my heart hammering. It was another week before I got up courage and went inside again, dreading and hoping for another encounter. It wasn't the first big cock I'd seen. I was only seven or eight when I first saw and handled a man-sized cock. That guy must have been about nineteen or so, a passing visitor to my home. I remembered play-wrestling, my hands falling into his lap where an interestingly large round lump lay. Of course I knew what `that' was -- even at that age I was already very cock-curious and kept `accidentally' touching him. One night he was in a robe, my parents out as he babysat me. Sure enough, w e began wrestling and of course his robe fell open to reveal his huge cock standing straight up. I don't remember his face, but I remember the bulbous purple head of his cock touching his belly button, it looked massive to me. He just sat there on his haunches watching me as I gawped at his throbbing cock proudly on display. `Why so surprised?' he said to me. `We all have one. Want to touch it?' I sure did. I reached out and wrapped my little fingers around it; it was too thick my fingers never reached around the shaft. I experimented, rubbing it up and down and tried pulling it away from his tummy like a lever. It felt hot, soft and hard all at the same time and very stiff. I let it go and it slapped against his stomach. He laughed a low and hungry chuckle. `Use both hands, rub it again, like just now.' So I did. Kneeling between his legs, both my small hands gripping the huge shaft, I watched curiously as the loose flesh pulled over the glistening head, his balls bouncing as I stroked. He was moaning, saying `ahhh, ohhh,' then suddenly he stopped, pulled me up and said: `Come on, you've seen mine, let me see yours.' He didn't wait for an answer and just yanked my pj's pants down. My little dick looked tiny in comparison, sticking out stiffly. He never touched it. `Very cute. Turn round.' Again he didn't wait and spun me around, his cock quickly sliding between my legs. Looking down, I saw my little cock resting on top of his pulsating member as he thrust urgently in and out between my legs. He was panting. Pushing me onto my knees he stabbed his cock at my hole. It felt like a hot brick trying to gain entry. Strangely, I was just so surprised he would want to try and stick it up my hole, and no way would it fit, couldn't he see that? I squirmed and complained as he pushed. Then I heard him spit. Looking round I watched him smear his spit on the end of his cock before lining it up for another push. I though that was gross! I twisted around onto my back to try and get away but he again aimed his cock at my hole, and again that blunt object pushed at me. Suddenly, and with a groan escaping his lips, his cock sprang up from its failed attempt to penetrate me, his hand was moving furiously. He leant forward and grabbed my hands, placing them on his fevered cock. `Rub it, rub it using both hands, like before,' he ordered. I gripped his cock in both hands and rubbed it up and down as fast as I could. I must have been very clumsy but in seconds he was moaning, and muttering a long, low `yesssss' he thrust forward. To my surprise, great gobs of white stuff flew out and splashed on my face, chest and belly. With his release, he changed, became concerned and started cleaning me up, telling me he was sorry. I was just too confused at what had happened. We didn't do or say anything else and the next day he was gone. I never saw him again. The next cock I would see would be at this urinal. I'd since been in twice, but nothing had happened, no one was ever there. Until the third visit, when again a man stood alongside me, I held my breath. The same thick tube of cock flesh was released from his trousers. I looked up to see a man aged about thirty or forty who then winked at me! Suddenly frightened, I started to put my cock away and leave, but he grabbed my arm. `In here,' he said, forcefully. Taking me by the arm, he guided me to one of the toilet cubicles and pushed me inside, turned and locked the door. He faced me and put a finger to his lips, telling me to be silent. His cock still hung from his opened zipper, half erect. I stared transfixed as he moved past me and sat on the seat. With a smile he began to stroke my legs with both hands, searching up into my shorts, fingertips stroking the round mounds, the smooth skin of my inner thighs. This felt nice, my panic subsided as my excitement grew. For the first time I noticed drawings on the walls, large cocks, mouths sucking and other things I didn't understand. I did understand the sexuality of the place, the sense of danger, of being discovered, of being bad and naughty. The excitement was overwhelming. I could feel my cock tenting my short trousers as his fingers slipped under the elastic of my underpants and probed further. I felt weak and placed my hands on his shoulders as his fingers touched my balls, tracing their outline. One hand slipped around and swept over my virgin pucker, making me shudder and remember the babysitter. I wondered if this guy wanted to put it up there as well. Then his hands began popping the buttons of my shorts one by one, his eyes fixed hungrily on the hard outline of my jutting penis. My pants fell to the floor and I heard him sigh as I stood there in my y-fronts before him. He lifted the waistband and slowly pulled it down over my erection and let it snap tight under my balls. The cool air on my cock made it twitch and I shivered. When he took my boy-cock between two fingers and thumb and tested its hardness I almost collapsed. Then he stroked it slowly and I found I was in heaven. No one had touched me there before. I stared down at this stranger, this man intently rubbing me, in a dirty public toilet, his face inches from my dick. What I never expected, never dreamed of, was him then leaning forward and sucking my whole cock and balls into his mouth. The sensation was so intense I tried to back away, but his hands gripped my bum and pulled me close as he sucked hard, so hard I felt as if my cock and balls would be sucked clean off my young body. I could feel the rough stubble of his chin against my thigh, his tongue rasping the length of my tender cock, my little balls pulled. In seconds I was juddering and shaking as incredible sensations swept up from my balls went down my cock and made my dick feel like it was exploding. In panic, I struggled free and pulled up my pants, opened the door and escaped in confusion. As I ran, I heard him call out: `Come back next week for more ...' Which of course I did - and got a lot more than I could ever have dreamed. (Part 2 to follow if enough people request it.)