Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 21:04:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: dorsetboy2000 <dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: public bog part 2

Don't read this if you're under 18. ( like I was! )

My time with Chris in a public bog. Part 2 of 3.
Adult/teen(s)

Authors note:

All of this really happened to me, I did get a little
carried away with the descriptions of sex in the last
part but it did all happen. 13 or 14 yrs old in the
late 60's. This chapter got so long that I had to
split it into 2 parts. Hopefully they will get posted
together. If you like it or also have memories of
those days, let me know. enjoy.
dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com

Chapter 2

The next day I spent the morning riding around town on
my bike exploring the harbor and shanty town. I didn't
know many other kids there, I was away at boarding
school in Dorset most of the year, but occasionally
met other kids on the beach or promenade just hanging
out while parents were at work. Except for Chris who
I'd met a couple of days earlier in the public lavs.
Probably built in the fading glory of Edwardian
elegance, like Exmouth itself a small town, neglected
and run down, the toilets lacking in maintenance
rarely used except by desperate tourists and unbeknown
to the blue rinsed matrons marching slowly up and down
the sea front only 20 feet away, an illicit location
for a boys first anonymous sexual experience and small
orgies of naked erect male genitals, fingers wanking,
and mouths performing quickie blow jobs. Often these
encounters would bring participants together in this
small town. That's what happened to me.
	After riding around for the previous two hours I was
ready for a swim and the sandwich my mum had made for
me . The sea was still bloody cold but refreshing. Not
many people on the beach and I lay down on my towel in
my swim suit to dry off and eat lunch. I was thinking
about meeting Chris in half an hour and had to roll
over on my stomach to hide the stiffie poking out the
front of my suit. Would he look the same? Is this
dangerous? Could cops be hiding in the stalls?
with my parents out maybe he would come to my home so
we could get naked? I couldn't wait and carefully
pulling my shorts on, I grabbed my shirt and duffel
bag, walked back to my bike on the railing and set off
down the sea front about 1/2 mile to the other end. As
I neared the lavs I scanned every one to see if there
were plain clothes officers around to trap me in my
overactive 13 yr. old mind. Satisfied it wasn't a set
up I took a deep breath,locked my bike and hurried in
to the lav as if to take a slash. There was Chris!
standing at the sink washing his hands. I nervously
glanced at him and walked to the urinal, unbuttoned my
shorts and slowly pulled out my cock pretending still
to pee. He came over and stood next to me looking at
my hardening cock. His was still clothed. Chris
whispered ` Hello Tom, do you want to go somewhere
better and do it?' Well, I hadn't considered this
possibility, but it would be more comfortable. When I
asked him `where?' to my amazement he said that `the
man who sucked you off yesterday had a flat just round
the corner, he had been there a couple of times and
the man treated him great and said he could bring
friends over anytime.' In for a penny in for a pound I
thought, and said `ok but I had to be home at 5
o'clock for tea.' we both left separately and met up
on the other side of the bowling green just in case we
were being watched! Then we jumped on our bikes and I
followed Chris down some side streets until we came to
an ordinary terraced house. We got off our bikes,
wheeled them down some steps and parked them next to
the rubbish bins.
	Chris went to the door and banged on the knocker, me
nervously standing behind him, praying that I'm not
walking into a nightmare. The door opened and there
was the mouth that sucked me off on the toilet floor
the day before. He was a small man, bigger than me at
5' 5" but looked skinny and tight, probably in his
40's, ancient to me, but he had a warm smile on his
face as he welcomed us into his small flat, more of a
bed sit really, Once the door was closed Chris
introduced me to Michael who ushered us towards two
stuffed chairs by an electric fire. the room was quite
big really but was taken up with a double bed and
chest of drawers. There were books everywhere, and
boxes and ornaments, a record player and radio and an
old television perched on a rickety Victorian table.
Off in one corner was a kitchenette with a half wall
partition and a door which I guessed must be the
toilet. It all looked well lived in  and non
threatening and I sank back a bit in the chair, a
little more relaxed, but still unsure of what would
happen. So far this was all perfectly normal. Michael
was getting some lemonade from the fridge for us. He
brought it over and put it on little side tables next
to the chair. He sat down on the end of the bed and we
made small talk for a minute. Then he turned to me and
said `so Tom, is that the first time you've been
sucked off? Did you like it?' I turned beet red and
stammered ` It was the first time in a bog, but I'd
been sucked off by a mate at Fosters, my school. Then
Chris said ` Michael, can we look at some mags?'
Michael said ` ok, if Tom wants to as well? ` I
nodded, a lump in my throat with the tension rising in
my shorts knowing something new was about to happen.
Michael went to a trunk, unlocked it and brought out
about 10 glossy mags which he put on the floor between
us. Chris leaned forward and picked one up, sat back
and looked at me. `Go on, it's ok, have a look at
these.' I took the next one on the pile and quickly
sat back to flip through the pages as I would with a
National Geographic. The content though was way off
the chart in comparison. I never seen anything like
this. Boys 15 or 16  posing, wanking solo, and with
others, in fields sucking off other boys and fucking
each other. I'd tried it at school but never seen
photos before like these. I was totally drawn to that
mag and forget for a moment where I was. When I looked
up after what seemed an hour Michael was smiling at me
and Chris was stretched out opposite me with a mag a
foot from his face and his cock sticking up from his
shorts unashamedly demanding me to jump on him and rip
them off. My own cock was hard as a poker and seeing
Chris' lack of concern I leaned back and carried on
with my mag. Michael said ` Chris, why don't you stand
up and undress for us'. Chris lowered the mag,
hesitated a second and said `ok, but then Tom has to
as well'. They both looked at me and I mumbled `ok'.
	Chris stood and unbuttoned the white shirt he had on.
He slipped it off and dropped it on the chair. He was
wearing a white vest underneath. Michael told him to
leave it on. Next Chris bent and took off his
plimsolls and socks, then stood in his vest and
shorts, a little awkward I think with an audience, but
he slowly unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to
the floor. He was now in his vest and a pair of  white
string underpants tented at the front from his teen
cock wanting attention, standing 2 feet away from me
and Michael. Next he lifted his arms over his head
pulling up the bottom of the vest and threw that on
the chair. Michael told him to keep his underpants on
and that `now it was Toms turn'. Chris stepped back a
bit and said `yeah, come on Tom.' a big grin on his
face, relieved it was my turn to strip in front of
them.
	I stood up and wobbled a bit, said `all right' and
then slipped off my tee shirt, dropping it on my
chair. Next I bent down to take off my sandals, then
stood and slowly unbuttoned my shorts, the moment of
no return, I dropped them to the floor and stood there
a bit sheepish but for my always hard cock, the bane
and joy of my life, tight against my body, held by the
confines of those brief style swim suits we wore, mine
was red, but in an obvious state of agitation, a wet
spot from my pre cum forming where my nob was pressed
against the tight material. Michael told Chris to
stand next to me which he did. Both of us standing
there in our underpants and swimsuit, stiffies poking
out and Michael sitting on the end of the bed, a
glazed look in his eye. I think we started getting
into it and Chris put one arm over my shoulder and
with the other reached over and groped the front of my
swimsuit. My cock twitched and I returned the favour
and grasped the front of his underpants to feel his
rigid pole under the white cotton. `You boys are very
nice' said Michael. `I want you both to have a bath
first and then I'll give you a rub down. follow me,'
and he opened the door to the bathroom, just big
enough for an old bath tub, shower and toilet. He sat
on the toilet and turned the taps on, then turned to
us in the doorway and told Chris to come and stand in
front of him. Chris moved into the small room and
stood in front of Michael on the toilet. `Ok let's get
these off' and Michael grasped the waistband of Chris'
underpants and slowly pulled them off his waist and
down to his knees. Chris' 6" cock free of his pants
bounced up and slapped his belly before coming to rest
at 45 degrees to his body. His foreskin was pulled
back a bit on his nob but still covered some of it. It
was the first time I had seen him naked and it made me
hornier than ever. He was quite pale and skinny, a bit
taller than me and just a few more hairs around the
top his cock than I had but otherwise smooth and
hairless. Michael gave his cock a quick feel and then
told him to get into the bath. Chris stepped over the
edge, sat down in the filling bath tub and pulled up
his knees to make room for me. Then Michael motioned
me over to stand in front of him and he grabbed the
waist band of my swim suit and pulled it out and over
my steely 5" which also bounced against my belly
before settling down and pointing at the ceiling. A
strand of sticky clear pre cum stretched from my nob
to my belly and Michael  rubbed his finger over the
head, breaking the strand and bringing it to his
mouth. I watched fascinated as he slowly sucked on his
finger. `Mmm delicious, I hope there's lots more of
that' he said. He patted my bum and told me to get in
with Chris. I stepped into the tub but with Chris
crammed in one end there wasn't much room to sit, so I
stood awkwardly and Chris decided to stand as well.
`That's good' said Michael, I can wash you both
standing.
	Next he stood up and took of his shirt so it
wouldn't,t get wet and picking up some soap and a
flannel said `ok, who's first,'. Chris said `me
first,' so Michael lathered up the soap and told him
to turn and face the wall. He started rubbing Chris
down at his shoulders soaping his back down to the top
of his crack. Then he rinsed the flannel, put more
soap on it and told Chris to bend forward a little.
Chris leaned into the wall and Michael started rubbing
up and down Chris' arse crack going a little deeper
each time. Chris' bum like mine was small , tight and
pale, a depression in each bum cheek . Soap and water
was running down his hairless  legs and the whole
thing was quite sexy. Then Michael dropped the flannel
and just using his hands he pulled chris' cheeks apart
and was rubbing Chris' pink hole with his finger. I
watched in amazement as he gently rubbed and pushed
until the tip of his finger went into Chris. Wow, I'd
never tried that but from the moans coming from Chris
it looked like fun. I couldn't wait for my turn. I
started pulling on my own cock that was demanding some
attention but Michael tapped my hand away and said '
no I don't want you to come too quick.'. Then he
turned Chris around and starting gently with his face
he washed Chris all the way down his body, bypassing
his cock and then came back up, slipped the flannel
between Chris' legs and up over his balls covering his
cock and balls with the soapy flannel. I could tell
Chris was primed and nearly ready to shoot. He kept
wanting to grab his cock and wank but Michael kept
swatting his hand away. When Michael was satisfied he
was clean enough he said it was my turn for washing
and again soaped up the flannel. He told me to turn
around and face the wall which I did. Then he started
at my neck and washed down my back to my bum. Then he
repeated the treatment with Chris and slipping the
flannel in between my bum cheeks gave my bum a good
scrubbing, dropping the flannel to explore my bum hole
with his fingers. With all the soap in my crack his
finger slipped easily up inside of me and I suddenly
felt the point of no return, my juice hurtling up from
my balls to my nob head. `Aaagh I'm gonna spunk' I
cried, and Michael turned me around to try and catch
it before I shot. As I turned my nob brushed against
Chris' bum and I lost it, spurting  onto Chris' right
cheek and leg, still spurting as I faced Michael , the
last few drops landing on his arm and stomach. I was
weak at the knees and grabbed Chris' shoulder to stop
collapsing in the tub. Michael lifted his arm to his
mouth and licked off the juice I'd left there.`Well,
you are a little excited I think' said Michael, `but
I'm sure you can do that again soon. You boys are very
sexy. Let's get you dried off then we can have some
fun on the bed.' Chris and I were leaning on each
other, giggling and splashing the water with our feet
in the tub. I got out first and Michael made me stand
on the bath mat while he vigorously rubbed me dry. The
stimulation from the towel almost made me hard again,
but my nob was still a little sensitive from the
spunking I'd just had and it stayed poking down at the
floor. Then Michael turned to Chris and running the
flannel over his bum and leg, washed off the remains
of my orgasm. Then Chris stepped out, I moved naked to
the door to wait for them and Michael dried  Chris
off.

continued:

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