Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 21:07:08 -0700 (PDT) From: dorsetboy2000 Subject: public bog, part 3 Don't read if you're under 18 (like I was) My time with Chris in a public bog. Part 3 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 it brings back memories for you, let me know. dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com Chapter 3 `Ok you two come and stand by the bed.' Then he went back to the chest of drawers and opening one of the drawers I saw it was full with pairs of white underpants. He rummaged through them and pulled out 2 pairs and moved back to the bed. Then he told me to come over and holding up a pair of yfronts that looked too small for me told me to lift my leg up and slipped them over my feet. He slid them up my legs and over my cock and bum and patted the stretched front of them. `They're a bit small' I said. `They're perfect' he replied as he leaned back to look at me. They must have been 2 sizes too small, the leg bands were tight on my thigh and my semi hard cock was forced out against the pouch. They had been well worn and were almost grey from all the washings they'd had and the seams were slightly frayed with little holes all over from where the cotton had pulled away from the stitching. But with the new `bulge' I had and the attention from Michael's hands I was feeling sexy again. Then Michael told Chris to come over and stand in front of him. He was holding another pair of string briefs for Chris and again told him to lift his feet while he slipped them over and up onto Chris smooth legs. Chris was still hard and Michael had to push Chris' cock flat to his belly to pull the pants over it. Like mine they were small and tight on Chris and his hard cock was clearly visible through the string panels on the side of the pouch. Mmm I wish I had some of those. Then Michael wanted a picture of us in just our underpants so he posed us together kneeling side by side on the bed, our cocks pushing out the front and our arms over each others shoulders. I just hoped there was no way my parents would ever get to see this picture! Next he had us lay down on the bed still side by side. He told us to wrestle for a bit while he watched. Funny really, we both just did what he said. I think because we knew he was the experienced one and was teaching us new stuff. Chris jumped on me and before I knew it flipped me over on my front and straddled my bum pinning my arms to the bed my crotch forced down hard into the bedding. I enjoyed his weight on my body and as he was laughing I knew he wasn't serious so I bucked my hips and threw him back to his side quickly getting on my knees ready to pounce on him. As I kneeled I looked down to my underpants and the tent formed by my stiffie had a large wet spot spreading across the cotton. Chris pointed at it and I flew at him trying to knock him off the bed. As we made contact a sticky patch of goo transferred itself from my underpants to his belly and we both fell back down on the bed laughing and rubbing our crotches together, legs tangled, arms around each other, our hard knobs only separated by soft white cotton. `All right lads' said Michael, why don't we get naked, you boys take each others pants off first. We helped each other gladly lose the constricting underwear and let our stiff boy cocks float freely all inhibitions gone in this perfect moment. Then we watched Michael bend down to lose his socks unbutton his trousers, slip them down and off, his underwear tented out with that giant cock I had groped under the toilet wall. I was excited to see this man cock in all its glory and as he lowered his underwear the sexual energy in the room jumped up a notch. His cock must have been 7" long and hard but not thick, and a cavalier head, like Chris. (I was a roundhead, still am). His balls hung quite low in a pear shaped sack, and not a lot of hair. I found out later he trimmed it. It was a magnificent sight to me and I wanted to reach out and hold it. Chris was absentmindedly stroking himself as he watched Michael strip. I was oozing on the quilt and Michael I think was enjoying the sight of a 13 yr. old and 14 yr. old naked and hard on his bed. He told us to stop and lay down on our backs. We lay down leaving enough space between us for him. Michael went back to the trunk and got a jar of vaseline, brought it to the bed and clambered up between us. He opened the jar and put a dollop on both hands. Then he took both of our knobs and just started rubbing the heads very softly slicking the grease around the knob, rubbing his thumb firmly up the underside the head making us squeal and squirm in ecstasy. Then he turned slightly to Chris and started greasing his whole cock. Chris was panting and moaning and I didn't think he would last much longer. Then Michael took his hand from my knob and slipped it up between his bum cheeks greasing his crack and bum. I was shocked to see him straddle Chris and lower his hole over Chris' cock. As I watched in awe his hole slid over my mates cock and swallowed it whole. Michael's own massive cock was pointing at Chris' head and a little pearl of clear juice hovered at the tip about to fall to Chris' belly. Chris let out a really deep guttural sigh and Michael slowly started raising and lowering himself over Chris' slick cock. `Oh no' cried Chris `uugh uuugh I'm coming,' Michael sped up and Chris' hips bucked off the bed as he shot his juice up into Michael. They both collapsed down on the bed, and Michael pulled himself off, Chris' hips twitching a bit from his orgasm. `Your turn now' said Michael as he rolled over to me and straddled my legs. He looked at my cock which was still slick from his prior wanking it and the clear juice that had formed on the head. He leaned down and with the tip of his tongue licked the bead of pre cum that was forming and sat up licking his lips. Then he moved up and squatting over me lowered himself gently onto my cock. His hole was already stretched a bit and I slipped in easily. Oh I'd never thought it could feel like this! I was on cloud nine, my pride and joy sheathed in the warm moist tunnel of this man. And right in front of me that massive man cock that I needed to feel. I reached up and grasped it, just getting my fingers around it. It wasn't quite as stiff as Chris' or mine but it was sooo long to me, I'd never seen anything so big. His balls were sitting on my stomach and with my other hand I picked them up and rolled them around my fingers. He was enjoying it and encouraging me. Then he started to pull up on me and suddenly my whole focus was on my cock. Unbelievable sensations started coursing through me, my cock was manipulated by his slick hole, every cell in my body was alive and tingling, Michael speeding up his ride on my rigid cock. His hand had taken over from mine and he was rapidly pumping his own cock, his balls slapping on my belly, telling me to fuck him hard with my boy cock. His fist was a frenzy now and as if in slow motion I saw the slit in the head of his cock expand under the force of his cum roping out to splatter on my face and neck. 5 or 6 times I was hit and it happened so fast I didn't have time to think about it. My whole body exploded my own juice up into Michael's bum, his hole gripped tight around me milking me of every last drop. We both visibly sighed and he collapsed down onto me. I was still on another planet, my cock only a little softer, and lost in the glow of a new incredible experience. Michael leaned forward and started licking his cum off my face. He had some on his lips, looked at me and suddenly kissed me right on my lips. I was still floating and didn't mind. It was my first taste of another's cum and it wasn't so bad. Then Michael released my cock and climbed off me saying to wait there. He went to the bathroom and returned with a clean flannel and towel. Chris was still half hard but Michael gently washed his crotch and dried him. Then he cleaned me up and brought over the lemonade from earlier. I greedily drank and found my voice. `Wow! that was incredible. Can we do this again sometime?' `Yes' said Michael `you two can come over anytime you like. You'll know if I'm home because the curtains on the front window will be open'. Chris and I both stumbled off the bed and returned to our clothes spread over the room. I had to fish my underpants out of my duffel bag but eventually we were in good enough shape to face the real world. We said our goodbyes to Michael and dragged our bikes up the steps. We were both a bit lightheaded from the fun we'd had and neither of us was up to riding yet. We walked for about ten minutes. I had a million questions to ask Chris. He answered a few but we had to get home and split up again promising to meet tomorrow when Chris suggested taking a hike over the cliffs to a secret beach he knew of. I continued visiting `cottages' in England for another 14 years and had some memorable times, but stopped when I moved to the States. Chris and I kept going to Michael's for another year (when I was home on holidays) but then he moved, I started hanging out at the dance palace on the sea front and dating girls, and we drifted apart. If Chris is still out there 30 yrs. on then I would love to get in touch. When I'm in the UK now, I usually don't have time or inclination to spend in lavs but when I have to run in to take a slash I get a nostalgic blast from the past, wondering what's going on behind that closed door? I don't even know if men and boys still do that stuff. It's so easy now to meet up with people in other ways it has probably lost it's allure. enjoy. dorsetboy2000@yahoo.com