Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2010 22:01:04 +0000 From: Dean Hargreaves Subject: Story Schoolboy Secrets 01 M/b Cons Mast Schoolboy Secrets 01 I was 12 and a month. I had no hair on my face, chest or under my arms and none round my cock. I was still a boy treble in the church choir. But my hormones were going crazy. I couldn't talk to anybody about it I was too shy. Girls were still no go. We might go out in groups, but I was always with my mates, and the girls were together. It was the best way to loose all cred to be seen with a girl. That didn't happen till you were 13 at least. But my little cock kept getting hard. It felt real good when I rubbed it. My PJ's were often damp in the morning. Holding a brush handle between my legs under my bum when I rubbed my cock felt to good. I tried to imagine sex things but I just didn't know enough. I only knew of one place where I could get sex info, and that I found by accident. I was in the local park and needed a pee so I went to the toilet block. It was quite dark and smelly and I went into the cubicle. As I was having a pee my eyes got used to the dark and I could see writing on the wall and drawings. It was all about sex. It was all men stuff but it was sex and I got hard and had a good rub till I shook and shook and felt awesome. After that I went back there quite a few times and also found other toilets when I was out on my bike to see if they all had the same stuff in them. Most did but some were very clean and had nothing. I began to know which toilets to go to and have a good read and a wank and by the time I was 12 and two months I was shooting stuff when I had a wank, and it was f****g wonderful. Not long after I was in a toilet, or bog as we called them, and it was one with another cubicle next to it. I was reading and having a good play when I heard the person next door cough. I took no notice till I heard a voice say: - "God you are beautiful" I didn't see how he could be talking about me because I was on my own and looking up I could see that nobody was looking over the wall. I carried on, but a bit carefully. Then I heard the same voice say: - "Turn and face the wall nipper" He WAS talking about me! I stopped playing and turned to face the wall between the two cubicles with my cock in my hand: - "Oh just perfect, do you want me to do that for you kid?" I was shocked, whoever it was could obviously see me but how? Then I saw the hole in the dividing wall, about the size of a finger. I bent over and looked into it and could see an eye the other side. "F******g hell the guy had been watching me and saw me having a wank!!" I was out of there so quick I almost was still getting dressed as I walked out into the park. I shot across the other side and sat on a seat by the water with a tree behind me, hiding me I hoped. I sat the for ages. After about 20 minutes this old guy walk passed me on the path between my seat and the fence by the water. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at my crutch area and then back to my face and smiled even more. "Thanks for the show nipper, I'm often around here" He just walked away then with me bright red and totally embarrassed, but my cock was rock hard. I was never getting caught like that again! Less than a week later, on my way home from school I was in that bog again. This time when I heard somebody go into the cubicle next door to me I stopped having my wank and sat down. I was small enough to be able to see into the hole without having to bend at all when I was sitting on the seat. I saw this guy undo his zip and drop his trousers and his pants, and give his cock a big tug and rub. Then he sat down and before I could move he looked through the hole and saw me, he must have! I pulled back and didn't move. It seemed like ages and I heard him move and after a bit I looked through the hole again. I couldn't believe it. He was wanking his cock right in front of the hole and it was enormous! He had loads of hair, mostly dark brown but a bit of grey, and huge balls. The big red head of his cock kept getting covered by his skin and then bursting out again all wet and shining. I just watched and watched and played with my cock. Mine was not like his. His looked all fleshy and had a big vein like thing running along it. Mine was more like a hard bone with very tight skin stretched over it and it was like pearlescent not an angry red/brown like his was. I watched and watched and then suddenly he moved and must have bent over and looked through and seen me. "Let me see yours nipper" I didn't move. "Please, go on stand up and show me yours" I still didn't move. "If you do I will show you mine again" I stood up and pointed my, I now thought tiny, cock at the wall and hole. I was so hard I had to force it down to point it at the hole. I was standing on tip toe at the same time to get level with the hole. I had a quick wank as I did it and I could hear him saying things I couldn't make out, and also making like gasping and sighing noises. I felt I was getting close to having a shoot so I sat down again and looked through. He got up again and carried on playing with that huge red angry monster right in front of the hole I could see the big fat knob end and the slit in it. I was now wanking like crazy and he was moaning. Suddenly he made an sort of choking sound and the slit on his cock opened up and his stuff shot out straight into the hole. I saw this happen three times before the hole was blocked and I yelled as I shot my stuff too, and then his stuff came through the hole and hit me in the eye. I was gasping it had felt so awesome when I shot my stuff. I had never yelled like that before that I could remember. I was like knackered. The guy next door shouted thanks kid and said he would loved to have done it for me. He got dressed, I could hear him, and he left. As he did a piece of paper came under the door. I picked it up and read what had been written on it. "You have a sweet cock and great body. I would love to play with your prick and make you cum. I am here this time every week so if you are interested meet me on your way home from school. It is quiet in here this time of day so it is quite safe". There was no way I was doing that again, it was too risky. He knew I was on my way home from school so he must have seen my school uniform so he must now know what school I went to. I got dressed and walked out into the park. Almost right outside the bog, sitting on a seat, was an old guy. It was not the one I had seen before but this guy did have dark brown and grey hair so it could have been the guy in the other cubicle. I went bright red right off. I had to pass him because my bike was locked up in the rack the other side of his seat. As I did I heard him do a wolf whistle and he smiled at me and winked! I got my bike undone as quick as I could and rode off even though you were not really allowed to ride in the park. It was real exciting seeing him do that but this was getting too dangerous. I had to stop visiting bogs like this after school. That night in bed I had stuff to imagine as I rubbed my cock; and imagined it was somebody else rubbing it for me. ******************************************************************************* This story is not true but it is based on some things I did when Iw s 12 and things guys have told me they did. It was over three years ago now but I remember how it felt seeing another mans cock. My story will go on to tell about other things I did or was told about if anybody thinks it is worth reading, Deanwaltham@hotmail.co.uk