Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 21:11:01 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peter's Exposures Part 1: Peter's Beginnings Peter's Beginnings. Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. On such a warm day as this, with little else to do, Peter decided to take a walk along the shore. At sixteen, he had been feeling sexual urges for some time, and was as yet unable to find a girl to help relieve them. He decided to wear only shorts, tee shirt, white socks and trainers for his walk, as the forecast was for continual sunshine. When he arrived at he beach, he was already warm enough to take off his shirt, and feeling quite horny as he had decided when dressing to leave off his pants, figuring that on a day like this, shorts were just the same as swimming trunks. After walking for a while, watching a man and his dog play, and some others swimming and playing in the water he was getting even warmer. He liked it here, at the bottom of a small cliff, it seemed to catch the heat and was always fairly quiet. Looking up he noticed the long grass at the top of the cliff being blown by a breeze, and remembering that there was a bench to sit on he went to sit in the breeze for a while and cool down. As he climbed the steps he passed an older man coming down, who seemed to look at him a little oddly. He thought nothing of it, and sat on the bench for a while, soaking up the sun and being cooled by the breeze. As he sat for about thirty minutes, the man he passed earlier walked by him once or twice, each time having used the steps leading to the foot of the cliff. By now he had also removed his shirt, and Peter noticed his tanned body. The man seemed to be waiting for someone as he stood at the top of the steps or a few feet away, not still for long, not walking far away either. After a while, Peter decided to continue his walk and needing a pee walked into the toilet. This was an old concrete block, whitewashed with a pair of cubicles, single long trough and small washing area. Almost as soon as he walked in he felt a surge of excitement course through him, due to the change in temperature and light. It seemed so still and quiet in here. As he took his prick out of his shorts he realised there was no way he could go as he was stiff as a board. So he went into a cubicle to cool down little. Noticing there was no lock on the door, he just pushed it to, and it was then he noticed the writing on the walls. It seemed that people met here for sex, and that times and dates were arranged. Such a thought had never occurred to him before, he was suddenly riveted to the words he was reading and getting more excited by the second. He undid his shorts, and eased his stiffness out of the opened waistband and he began to stroke it... Harold had also decided to visit the local shore, but for a specific reason. Sex. He loved it. He knew just where to go for it as well. The toilet block was invariably empty, and people would often call in for some "light relief". Usually the same old faces, occasionally a new one. Like this boy today? Harold was careful not to be pushy, but the lad was so gorgeous. Slim, young, wearing nothing more than shorts. He must surely know what effect he has, and yet he seemed to be playing it so cool. Sitting there on the bench, watching the world go by. He would be taught not to tease if Harold could get to him. So he waited... and waited. Finally the lad went down the steps to the toilet. After a minute, Harold followed him in... Peter was engrossed in a story about a man who had sucked off three others in a morning, and wanted more. All while dressed in silk underwear! His imagination worked overtime. How that must feel, and look. He pictured himself in girls underwear and thought how others would find him sexy. He became even harder At this thought and kept reading the writing on the back wall of the cubicle as he ran his hand up and down the length of his cock... Harold crept in to the block, and noticed it empty apart from one cubicle, which hadn't been closed fully. Easing the door open, and inch at a time, he saw the boy standing with his back to the door clearly playing with himself. His shorts were low on his bottom, and what a peach it was. He was otherwise nude, apart from the socks and trainers he wore, which seemed only to add to his semi-nakedness. After watching him for a few seconds Harold reached out a hand and lightly brushed the boy's rear... As Peter was busy conjuring up thoughts of men watching him, he failed to notice the increase in light as the door eased open behind him. He felt a slight touch on his bottom and let out a whisper as he imagined some man touching him. He let out a gasp of surprise as he realised someone had just done so! He turned his head and was embarrassed to see the older man watching him, and lightly touching his rear. He gulped in surprise and with eyes like saucers began to pull up his shorts. "Leave them," Said the man quietly. "Leave them and turn back as you were." Peter was frightened and excited at the same time. He didn't know what to do. The man reached out and gently eased him back to face the wall, saying, "My god, you are a gorgeous little thing! I won't hurt you. Relax and enjoy it". Peter allowed himself to be turned, still covering his erection with his hands. The man lifted his hands and placed them high on the wall at the back of the cubicle. As Peter gasped in surprise, the man slowly, ever so slowly, eased his shorts down, uncovering his bottom and legs as they fell to the ground. He then eased Peter's leg out of them and eased them apart. As his hands began to roam over Peter's naked body he felt excitement building. The man began to stroke his back, and neck, making Peter squirm in pleasure. Then he ran his hands over the boy's chest, seeking out the erect nipples, eliciting a cry of pleasure as the boy found the feeling this could bring. When Peter felt a hand softly grasp his stiffness it was all he do not to come on the spot. The man kept telling him how beautiful and sexy he was, turning him round but keeping his hands held high. Peter felt like a prisoner, being abused. It was so dirty, so naughty, but he was being made to do it. The excitement raged through him. Then the man knelt and took his prick into his mouth. This was the first time anyone had seen him naked, touched him sexually, and he didn't even know this could be done, but it felt fantastic. As the man sucked on his cock, he reached up and toyed with Peter's nipples. That was more than he could take. "Oh!" He moaned, "Ohhh, I'm going to, I'm g g going to come!" He groaned his voice raising an octave. "Oh, yes, don't don't stop, I'm coming, I'm comiiiiiiiing!" and with a wail of pleasure he filled Harold's mouth with juice from his balls. Harold was spellbound by the innocence in the boy, and wanted to see him again. As soon as possible. He was careful to help Peter dress, and after suggesting they leave a minute after each other, agreed to meet again, the next evening, after it was dark. Peter returned home, breathless from his experience. He knew it was wrong, had received the warnings about `strange men', and while excited and pleased at what he had felt, resolved not to repeat it. Throughout the evening, dinner, watching some tv with his parents, he couldn't free his mind from how he felt to be wanted, desired, lusted after. Him! The useless snivelling brat as his father often referred to him. His resolve remained, but so did a constant erection. He had difficulty getting off to sleep that night, and by the time he did, he was starting to convince himself that perhaps he could walk past the toilet again tomorrow, and just see what happened. By the time he had finished breakfast, he was trying to convince his mother that he would be staying late with a friend who had a new Playstation, and wanted to try out some competitive games. Eventually she relented, and he again felt a surge of lust as he realised he now had the option of going to the toilet tonight when it would be dark. As lunchtime approached he had already decided to go there again this afternoon, and see what would happen. His imagination was leading him on so forcefully. Whatever happened he would have to look innocent and "forced" into anything. As though he didn't know these things happened. After all, he might end up meeting someone he knew, or worse. He decided to make it look as though he had been for a swim, so took his speedos and a towel. By three o'clock he was keeping a watching eye on the old sunbleached building, noting those who came and went. He didn't want to get involved with anyone his age or younger, and realised that probably the older sort of man excited him more. Though he was unaware of it, he was actually looking for a father figure who would give him some affection and love, in the guise of sexual touching. After about an hour, he noticed a man in his sixties walking along the path and thought he would be ideal if only he went inside. He waited and the silver haired man did indeed. Peter slipped off his shorts, held his towel in front of himself to hide his stiffness, and stepped in a minute later. Once again, the quietness, coolness and shaded light had a strong effect on Peter. He shuddered with lust an swallowed his guilty nerves with a gulp as he saw the man standing at the urinal. The man looked up to see who had entered and smiled at Peter with a, "Phew, warm out there isn't it?" "Yes," replied Peter with a smile back, "The water is nice though." Then proceeded to stand at the sinks, behind the man and pretended to start drying himself. He stood mostly with his back to the man, but kept a careful eye for if and when the man would turn to look at him. Sure enough, he did, and Peter quickly turned his back and slowly pulled down his speedos. "What am I doing?!" Thought Peter as he slowly dragged then down to his knees. "Stripping naked in front of a complete stranger, am I going mad?" His by now glistening erection told him not. He was simply having a very exciting and heart pounding time. "Anyway," he told himself, "I am just drying after a swim, if someone tries to take advantage of me, it's not my fault." The man was certainly taking advantage with his eyes, as they roamed over the boy's sweet, soft buttocks, as they were slowly revealed. Such innocence, and look at those dimples in the small of his back, and the knuckles of his spine. Oh, my lord, look at the hollows his buttocks form as he stands upright again, naked apart from the towel round his shoulders. Peter half turned, showing his profile to the man, he audibly gasped as the solid, upright erection appeared, glistening with pre cum. "Oops!" Said Peter, with a cheeky, butter wouldn't melt, smile. "I appear to be naked, I'd better, um, finish off in here....". And he walked slowly, into the nearest cubicle, closing the door, but taking care not to lock it, allowing it fall open by an inch or so. He turned his back to the door, so that he would appear to be innocently drying his hair, and waited for the man to open the door and look. He desperately wanted to touch himself, but knew that as soon as he did he would come, he was so excited. So he waited..... The older man was sure the boy knew what he was doing, but what if he was wrong? He wanted to touch and caress the beauty he had just seen, but was unsure. Finally he thought he would slowly ease the door open and see what happened next, an instant apology on his lips. Peter saw the door opening slowly reflected in the white tiles, and by the light increasing. He had to stop himself hopping up and down with glee. Lifting the towel to his head, began to slowly "dry" his hair, presenting his naked rear to the watcher. After a few seconds, and feeling outrageously daring, he turned around, the towel still covering his face, and "unintentionally" showed the man a full, throbbing, ball lifting frontal. Hearing the man gasp again, he lifted the towel, showing the wide eyes and open mouth of a fearful, nervous boy. The man dragged his eyes away from the shining tumescence, and whispered, "Oh, so sorry, I thought you had gone." Peter remained still, swallowing nervously, and made his little prick throb heavily. The man watched and stood in the doorway as the boy's erection bobbed away, seemingly with a mind of it's own. Peter took a step backwards further into the cubicle, which only encouraged the man to enter. As the man closed and locked the door, Peter whispered, "W what are you g g going to do to m me, sir?" The man ignored him, and started to run his fingers gently over Peter's skin, marvelling at its softness. He gently rubbed the delightful pink nipples, bringing a gasp from the boy, and went to lick and kiss them. Peter held his head, and writhed with pleasure. Finally, the man put a hand to his cock, and within two rubs it was spewing it's juice all over the floor. The man turned Peter to the side, kissed him gently and whispered, "You need that didn't you?" All peter could do was nod as the man let himself out and closed the door to after him. Peter heard him leave the building, and sat on the seat behind him to recover. He was a little disappointed that the episode was over so quickly. He had been so excited as he led the man on, even more as he allowed his nude body to be seen, but the end was so, sudden. He felt some relief, but not satisfaction. "Anyway," he sighed to himself, "tonight was out of the question", he didn't think he could cum again. He was careful to wipe himself with toilet paper, not his towel as he was sure his mother would notice. In fact he had better get his speedos wet, and his towel damp to be sure. As soon as he was dressed in shorts and tee shirt again he raced out of the building......only to bump into someone coming in! It was Harold, the man he had met yesterday. "Whoa, Peter!" He said with a smile. As he slipped a friendly arm around the boys shoulder he led him back inside. Peter was pleased to see him, but unsure how he could get out of tonight. As he was puzzling this, Harold led him round to where the sinks were, and looking Peter in the eyes, he gave the boy a soft smile, and ran his hands over his head and neck. "You really ARE a lovely creature you know, Peter. I could spend hours just looking at you, never mind, feeling your lovely soft skin, and watching your naked body squirm with pleasure. He kissed Peter on the forehead, and both cheeks before asking if they were still ok for tonight. Peter just looked at him, saying nothing. He was thinking that this was what was missing from his earlier encounter. Maybe what he was really looking for. He was again in two minds. As Harold slipped his hands into the bottom of Peter's tee shirt and lifted it, he said, "Give us a preview you little darling, let's have a taste of those little nipples. As he began to lick and kiss them, Peter was lost. His erection was back, and he again began to wriggle as Harold gave him such loving pleasure. "Yes, yes," he whispered, "I oh, aaahhh, I, I'll be here when it gets darker, ab about, ohhhhh, nnnnn, about t ten o'clock, s sir?" Harold looked up from his ministrations, with a big smile, "I'll see you then. It'll be much quieter, less chance of being disturbed. We can both get stripped off." Smoothing Peter's shirt back down, he kissed him lightly again and gave him a hug before he turned and stepped outside. Peter was stunned. Within minutes of coming he had got hard again, and was eagerly looking forward to more, just after feeling a bit sort of empty. He walked out into the sunshine with a smile, and after wetting his speedos in the sea he returned home for dinner, hoping his mother hadn't changed her mind about tonight. He returned that night, and was sitting on the bench at the clifftop waiting for Harold as it got darker. As his anticipation grew so did his impatience, and erection. In his eagerness to be nude again, he descended the steps to the shore, and entered the cool, gloomy, silent edifice. Though it was now beginning to feel like a second home. He had decided to give Harold a treat, and be naked and ready, but in a cubicle, as they had met before. Removing his tee shirt, shorts, and pants, he folded them and placed them behind the seat. He then began slowly rubbing his prick, and teasing his nipples. Though he found his nipples weren't so sensitive when he did it himself. Time passed and he was unable to see his watch, but was sure ten o'clock had been and gone. He was by now excited enough to think about stepping outside the cubicle, even the building while naked. As he thought about this he pictured a possible consequence. Perhaps an older man would come in catch him bare and stiff. He would be cross with such a dirty little boy, and spank him. While doing so, another man would come in and watch. His embarrassment at the thought switched to excitement as he imagined them both rubbing stiff cocks. Stiff because they desired him. He knew it wouldn't happen, but stepped outside the cubicle as his mind wandered. He became bolder as he felt the cooling air between his legs and began to walk around, on tiptoe as it just felt more natural. He stood naked at the urinal, and stretched up to the wall behind the sinks, picturing the scene he would be giving a watching man. He even bent over at the sink, as if about to be given a spanking. It was then that he heard approaching footsteps. In a mad rush he ran and threw himself back into the cubicle where his clothes were. He closed the door quickly but stopped just in time to prevent it from slamming. Still naked, he waited for Harold to enter and catch him naked. He turned his back to the door just as the footsteps entered the darkened toilet block. Greg had given up hope of ever meeting anybody here at night. He still took his evening stroll along the shore when the weather was fine, but nobody had been in here at night for months. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a noise as he approached. Walking in and going to the trough for a pee he was disappointed to be alone again. He stood for a while, rubbing himself to erection while thinking of the young boys he had enjoyed fun with in the years gone by. He was disturbed by approaching footsteps. Harold arrived a little later than he wanted to, and hoped Peter would still be there. As he went in heard a sniff from the urinal trough. A sure sign that someone was interested. Unfortunately it wasn't the boy he was hoping for. Another older man stood there, rubbing himself. Harold stood next to him and wondered if Peter would arrive. Another stranger might frighten him off so he hoped the other chap would soon go. Peter waited to see what would happen. He was sure there were two men there now and feeling a little nervous he slipped his shorts back on. However he missed his footing a little and made a noise as his foot caught in the leg and hit the floor a little hard. "AH!" Thought Harold. "My boy awaits". He went straight to the unlocked cubicle and ever so slowly edged the door open. Peter saw the door opening, and turned his back, lowering his shorts at the front to begin slowly sliding his fingers up and down his hot stiffness. Harold breathed a a sigh of relief and sheer pleasure seeing Peter as he was. Nearly naked, shorts low, obviously excited, and playing the demure little innocent so well. He reached out a hand and gently ran his finger down the boys spine causing him to shiver and let out a small moan. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the cherub, softly caressing his nipples which he knew Peter adored. Peter was so excited to get the attention he sought, and as his nipples were tweaked, he involuntarily thrust his bottom back into the man's groin and made contact with stiffness. Harold whispered in his ear, "There is another man outside who would love to see you like this. Shall we go and let him watch?" Peter was afraid of those he didn't know, and concerned for his safety. But the pleasure coursing through his veins won out, and he nodded his head. He felt his hands being lifted to behind his head, and he was guided out by the elbow into the open area of the gloomy block. "Look what I found." Said Harold to the other man who gasped in amazement. There was a boy, wearing no shirt, just shorts, trainers and white socks (looking SO virginal). His guide took him to the sink, stood the boy with his back to them and began to kiss him. All the while his hands roaming over the boys body. Peter was in heaven. Being lovingly kissed and caressed like this was almost more than he could stand. With someone watching who was probably, he glanced to one side, yes definitely wanking over the sight presented before him. Peter felt Harold begin to pull his shorts down and instinctively tried to stop him. As soon as he did he realised he wanted it, it was just a reaction. Harold stopped kissing him and said softly, "Oh a tease, eh? He said to the other man, "What happens to teases?" Greg replied, "They get spanked bottoms until they learn to be good little boys." Peter felt Harold turn him to face the sinks and bend him over. By now he was hoping to be naked and have both of them touching him, but realised they were going to be even more excited by being able to spank him. That spurred him on even more. Thrusting out his bottom, he said, "P please, d don't spnak me sir. I I'll be g g good." It was too late. He felt the first blow land and though it didn't hurt much he cried out quietly anyway. Their comments and groans told him he was having the desired effect. After a few more blows, he heard the other man say, "In my day it would on a bare bottom, nothing to get in the way you see?" "Stand up then, boy" said Harold, and he turned Peter to face the man. "Keep your hands on your head..." As peter did as instructed he felt the waistband of his shorts slowly edge down over his waist, his bottom and as they reached the top of his thighs his erection sprang free, waving and throbbing with excitement as he watched the other man ogle at it. As his shorts fell to the ground he stepped out of them and waited. Harold stood at the side of him, and eased him down to a squatting position, so that his head was level with Harold's prick. Peter didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he could have another man's cock in his mouth without throwing up, but didn't want the fun to end. As Harold eased his mouth onto the stiff rod, he said, "It's alright Peter. Stop if you don't like it. I won't come in your mouth anyway." Peter thought of the picture he was giving to the two men, squatting naked, hands behind his head, legs apart, prick throbbing stiffly, and licked the stiffness before him. Harold leant down and touched his nipples and Peter was overcome with lust. His head went forward mouth open, and as it bobbed back and forth he discovered the joys of giving oral pleasure to another man. The taste wasn't so bad, but the texture....so hard yet so soft. He stopped for moment to catch his breath, and a trail of precum and saliva stretched from his lips and chin to the hotness before him. It was too much for the other man, who groaned with pleasure, and ejaculated over the floor next to Harold and Peter. Peter just dipped his head and continued. As Harold reached breaking point he pulled out, grimaced and shot his cum over the wall next to Peter. Peter leaned his head back against the sinks, laid his arms alongside, displaying his nude body for anyone to see and asked shyly, "Please, Sir. Please will you make me come too, sir? With a mischievous little grin. Harold stood him up and began to kiss and fondle Peter's naked body. Concentrating on his nipples. Peter began to rub his prick more quickly and soon groaning that he was going to come as well. Harold stepped back a little and watched entranced as the naked teenager spurted several times, thrusting his hips as he did, slowing down to a grind as he wrung a little more out. Though they agreed to meet again soon, it wasn't to be as Peter was about to go away soon to college where his awakening was to step up a gear. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.