Date: Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:08:23 +0000 From: Jonathan Orange Subject: My Adolescence This is a true story, seeing as it is about my youth. There is only one character who has a name, as I never knew the names of any of the others people involved, and this has been changed. I realise that this is not a "story" in the fictional sense, so it may not be very stimulating or arousing for readers, but I felt I wanted to write it down. Observations would be welcome -- contact me via jonathanorange@hotmail.com ... I was very fortunate to be young in the mid to late Fifties, and to live in a seaside town on the South Coast. At that time there were so many Public Conveniences, dotted about in what would now been seen as the most unlikely of situations -- there were literally dozens, some on the corners of streets that were not particularly busy. They were also nearly all underground -- I suppose the Victorians and Edwardians felt that this made them less obtrusive to the general public. All I know is that their situation made them ideal places to go to to find some one to give me a wank. It all began when I was about 12. I had a best friend called Roger. He was nearly a year older than me, and physically much bigger. We often used to `fight', wrestling and trying out our strength. Roger always won -- he was so much stronger than me. On this particular day -- a warm one, if I recall -- we were wrestling and as usual he had me pinned down, sitting astride my chest. I don't know why, but my cock got stiff. I had been experiencing nocturnal dreams that left me feeling very pleasant in that area, but I don't think I was particularly conscious of why, nor had I started to play with myself. Anyway, Roger noticed my stiff cock, and, having me pinned to the ground he fished my cock out of my shorts and started to wank it. I struggled even more for a while, but, by golly, it felt good, so I `surrendered'. I could feel his cock, which was much bigger than mine, straining against his shorts, but I was helpless to do anything. I'm not sure I would have known what to do if my hands had have been free, and anyway what he was doing to me felt far too good, so I just lay there and let him wank me until it felt especially good. I don't think I shot any spunk but I know that I `came'. After that, we often used to wank together, watching each other each other or sometimes doing it to each other. I always envied Roger's cock -- it was much larger than mine. I can't recall exactly how big mine was, but seeing as how it is now still only just about 7" long, and not particularly fat, I guess it must have been four or maybe five inches. [I think this is where my life-long jealousy of large cocks stems from -- I often see other cocks that are eight or nine inches long and nice and fat, and wish that I had one the same.] The only thing about Roger's cock that wasn't, in my opinion, better than mine is that he was not circumcised. I didn't really like the foreskin that he had, preferring the clean lines of my round head. It was after this, when I had discovered the joys of wanking, that I started to visit local toilets. Initially it was not with the intention of finding someone to wank me -- I was still very young, and nervous of being `found out'. No, I used to visit them to read the erotic stories that were written on the walls. And believe me, there were some FANTASTIC ones in some of the loos. I used to go into the cubicles and read them while having a wank, and it did make the wank so much nicer. But there were always holes in the walls between cubicles, or in the door leading to the stalls, and naturally some men would look through and see me, or I would watch them. The door would push open and a man would beckon me to the edge of the door and wank me. It felt so good having someone else do it for me! They would often put my hand on their cock, and I would reluctantly comply -- I know it is selfish, but I didn't really like doing it to them -- when I am having my cock played with I find I cannot concentrate on anyone else -- I just like to enjoy the feelings they are giving me. There were one or two especially good toilets to visit -- on isolated street corners, and deeper than the normal toilet, making it much easier to shut the cubicle door if one heard footsteps approaching. Now, believe me, I am not a vain person, but I was quite an attractive young man -- blond hair, quite tanned and, obviously, an athletic figure -- I would expect this at 13 and 14. So I was quite popular in these places. Often there would two, three or four men down there wanking each other and they would watch whoever it was who was wanking me, and this added to my pleasure -- I loved being the centre of attention. I remember the first time I was sucked. The cubicles were all full on this day, so I was at the stalls wanking and looking at the doors, knowing people were in there wanking. One door had a big hole and the chap inside was obviously watching me, and I was turning so that he could see my cock. He opened the door and beckoned me to him. I went over and he invited me in -- I was always wary of being in a cubicle with another chap in case anyone came down -- how could you explain being in the toilet together? But I went in, and he stayed seated on the toilet. He put his hands around my bottom and gently pulled me towards him. One hand came round to cup my balls, and this felt lovely, but nothing compared to the feeling when he opened his mouth and began to suck me. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock and the feeling was just sublime. I don't think I had seen anyone doing this before, so it took me by surprise. But, as you will well know, being sucked is wonderful, and I let myself enjoy his ministrations, and when I came my knees felt weak and I cried out as he swallowed my spunk. After that, I always hoped that I would get sucked and it has remained one of my favourite pleasures. I suppose I became quite well-known in those places. I would often see the same people, and often there would two or three gathered around me, and, as I say, I never minded this. It was on one such occasion that I first experienced the other great pleasure -- having my arse rimmed. It was a particularly hot day -- I was about 13 and a half years old -- and these three chaps were playing with me. They took my shorts and t-shirt off and were stroking me all over while one was sucking me -- it felt great! One chap whispered "Lean over the toilet seat." Now I was petrified that he was going to fuck me -- I'd seen blokes doing that, and I didn't think I would fancy it at all -- so I shook my head. He said "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you." and one of the others urged me to do as he bid, adding that it was alright, he wasn't going to fuck me. So I turned round and put my hands on the toilet seat, still, I admit, very nervous. I felt him part the cheeks of my bum, and then his finger began to scratch my hole -- that was very nice. But when I felt his tongue touch my arsehole I nearly jumped out of my skin! It felt SO MARVELLOUS and I gave a loud moan. The guard at the foot of the stairs said "See, it's nice, isn't it?" and although I couldn't reply I had to admit that it was. One of the other guys got on the floor and started to suck me, and I just hit the roof! I am a very noisy person when I am cumming, and I was told by several of the men who wanked me that this was something they particularly liked about me -- they were turned on by hearing the pleasure I was getting. Well, I certainly was making a noise that day. Luckily the guy watching the stairs didn't have to interrupt my pleasure as no one else came down -- and was I glad about that as it was too good to stop. When I came it was the most incredible cum of my life. That was also the first time I came twice in succession. When they guy stopped licking my arse and everyone was standing up again, the watchdog said "Bloody hell! Look at his cock! It's still stiff. You randy little beggar!" He came over and began to wank me again while the other two wanked each other. And I shot again. Even when my father's mistress seduced me at the age of fifteen and introduced to `normal' sex, I continued to visit these toilets. And even though I still prefer the taste of cunt, and love teasing and giving pleasure to ladies, I still enjoy the same teasing treatment given to me by men -- I am genuinely bi-sexual. The trouble is, those types of toilets have gradually been replaced by clinical, manned ones. This is a great shame, not only because it is now so much harder to find fun, but also there is no opportunity for me to find a young boy to give the same pleasurable introduction to sex to. I totally agree that young boys should not be abused and used for the pleasure of adults. But all that was done to me was done for my pleasure and I was a willing partner to it, and I'm sure that many other boys were the same as me, and that there are many today who would just love be shown how their cocks can be thrilled. I know I would love to rim a nice young lad of thirteen and then slowly suck him off. I still look, and I do have a long distance lorry driver who loves me to dress in knickers and stockings and then he puts me on the bed in his cab and rims my arse. The bed in his cab is very comfortable, and being quite low it means I can rest my feet on the roof and this makes it more comfortable to stay in that position for ages while he licks me. It drives me wild and then he sucks me off and it is great! But I don't get to see him that often, sadly. I also go to a gay sauna, but, I suppose because I am now in my late fifties, I'm not such an attractive proposition! I get wanks, but no one these days seems to want to take time to make love -- it's a quick, rough wank, and that doesn't suit me -- I like it to take time and be gentle with a slow build up to that magical moment when your spunk shoots out. Oh! By the way. Fucking. I have been fucked twice. The first time was a rape. I was fourteen and my mother took in students in the summer. We had this Turkish lad staying, and yes, we did have a couple of wanks. But then he raped me and I didn't like it all -- put me off fucking even more. But, because I find my arse so responsive, I do think that it might be quite nice, if it was with a reasonable sized cock, like my own, and it was done after a lot of arousal -- gently and slowly. So I tried it with a couple of gays who provide a service for men. The submissive one of the pair had a lovely cock that I would have loved to feel it up me, but it was his partner who did the fucking, and his was quite a bit bigger. He did manage to get it up me, and I was quite proud that I had been fucked and it felt fairly pleasant, but I have to say it wasn't the enjoyment that I had hoped for. Maybe it is not too late, and I will find someone with the right size cock who knows how to make the foreplay so good that I really want him to fuck me. Who knows? So, there you are! The story of my sexual introduction. I feel so lucky to have had so many wonderful wanks. I think every young lad deserves the sort of experiences that I had.