Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2019 16:41:47 +0000 From: "illiterati1961@outlook.com" Subject: Recollections Chapter 1 Recollections – Chapter 1 I felt kind of depressed. I was sixteen and had just moved to the outer suburbs of London, all the friends I'd grown up with lived miles away in central London and I was beginning to feel very lonely. I'd just left school and was now in my first job, which involved a commute into London and back each day. I didn't really know the area we'd moved to, so one evening I decided to take a different route back from the station alongside the common just to get my bearings. I got about half way to my new home and spotted a small toilet block at the side of the road. I need to pee, so walked in. The toilet was typical of the facilities of the time, a small row of high porcelain urinals, this one had four, flanked by three cubicles with sturdy heavy doors. There was a guy in his early twenties at the far urinal and I didn't really take much notice of him, standing at the nearest urinal leaving an empty one between us as convention demanded. I've always been self-conscious about my size and sometimes found it hard to piss if someone else was there but the high porcelain sides provided enough privacy, so I fished out my small cock and started to pee. Looking down at the collection trough, I could see my piss flowing down towards the drain but noticed that nothing was coming down from where the bloke was standing. He didn't appear to be peeing. I looked up from my own diminishing flow and over to where he was standing. He was looking in my direction with a smile on his face and I noticed his arm was slowly moving up and down. I quickly looked back down, feeling a little frightened but strangely excited. I looked as far to the side as I could without moving my head and I could see the guy had moved back a little and was hand was moving up and down. He was tossing himself! I looked back down at my little stiffening dick and began to slowly stroke it. I really wanted to see this bloke's cock, so I risked another look. He was standing back from the urinal, cock in hand, slowly moving his hand up and down its length. At the time it looked huge and compared to mine it was. His foreskin slid back and forth over his large purple helmet as he moved his hand up and down the veiny shaft. I couldn't believe my eyes! I was a bit of late developer and the sum of my sexual experience to date had been being repeatedly sexually assaulted on the tube going to school, a situation which went on for about a year if you can count that, and a couple of sessions of mutual masturbation on a school trip. The assaults happened when I was about 12, by a man in his forties who always managed to wedge himself in front of me on the crowded tube train. He would force my zip down and push his hand inside my trousers, all the time pressed up against me, removing his hand at each stop in case someone got in. It didn't seem to matter what I did to try and prevent his hand getting inside my underwear, he always managed it, his finger and thumb squeezing my helmet, making my foreskin slide up and down. I was too scared to say anything, so in the end just stood there letting him wank me to a dry orgasm. He didn't make me do anything to him and stopped as soon as I started to shudder. I think in a way I must have enjoyed it, even though I felt helpless and dirty because I always stood by the single doors, which made it easy for him, and never moved further inside the carriage to get away. Whenever I looked up at him, the sweat beading on his top lip, his eyes had a mixture of lust and aggression while his mouth smiled. On the other hand, the mutual masturbation that took place after lights out on the trip, I'd found very exciting and was a very willing participant. If the truth be told, I was more interested in wanking the others than being wanked and was very surprised when, a few weeks after we'd returned, one of the boys suggested the two of us get together for a repeat session. He was "one of the lads" at school and I was more than a little taken-a-back by his suggestion and whilst I would really have liked to have played with his cock again, I didn't really trust him to keep it secret. What happened on the trip stayed on the trip, so to speak. Afterwards was a different matter, if it had got out that I had agreed to wank another boy, I'd have been branded queer and my life would have been made a misery, so I declined but fantasied about what we would have done together while I wanked each night. I never thought about girls when I wanked, only boys and men, particularly men. Men getting me to do things to them and their cocks, but as I say, I was naive and inexperienced, so even my fantasies consisted mainly of touching and wanking. I knew I was attracted to my own sex, but thought it was just a phase and didn't really know anything about how men had sex with each other. " Do you like it?" He asked, breaking the silence. I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I nodded. My heart was pounding as if I'd run a marathon and the bloke moved towards me to stand at the next urinal. "You can touch it if you like, no extra charge. It doesn't bite but it's been known to spit." he added with a laugh. I couldn't tear my eyes off his cock and I cautiously reached out my hand and touched the end of his dick. It was warm and silky, hard but yielding and so very different from how my own cock felt. I slowly moved my fingers round his shaft, just below the helmet, and found my fingers could barely meet. I gently increased my grip and moved my hand up, fascinated by the way his foreskin moved to completely cover his glistening helmet, the last bit wrinkling as it closed. I moved my hand back down and watched as his helmet was gradually exposed, a small drop of clear liquid appearing in the slit. I stretched my thumb and rubbed the drop of sticky fluid across the tip of his helmet. This last action was met with a low groan. "Oh that's fucking beautiful! You have a marvelous touch!" he said. "Thanks" I managed to say although my throat felt tight. "Look, much as I'm enjoying this and want to carry on, it's not a good idea to stay in here too long. The police make frequent visits, and you're definitely not 21 and legal are you? How old are you anyway?" He asked. "Just turned sixteen." I said, still slowly moving my hand up and down his dick. My own dick was so hard it was almost painful. "Bloody hell. It'll be goal for me if we get caught doing this in here. Look, I'm going to go out of here and turn right. Just along a bit there's a path onto the common. I'll wait for you a little way up there. If you want to play around a little more, then give me a minute or so and follow behind. There's no need to be frightened, I won't hurt you, I just want to have a little more fun without the risk. Okay?" He asked. " Sure, sounds alright." I said without really thinking about anything other than being able to play with his cock some more." "Brilliant!" He said," See you in a couple of minutes then." With that he carefully tucked his cock back into his jeans, zipped up and left. To be continued...? This is my first attempt at writing and welcome all constructive criticism. Illiterati1961@outlook.com