Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 10:09:18 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smelly teen cottage fun

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The following story is true and involves mild raunch.

The dreaded `9 am meeting' in the city centre weighed heavy on my mind the
night before. Tough decisions to be made, jobs would go. But something else
weighed heavier – my balls. And knowing I'd park up right next to the
local cruising hot spot public toilet I thought of the perfect way to
relieve tension before I had to sit in a stuffy office all day making
people's lives miserable.

I'm in my early 40s. Bald, stocky, handsome so I'm told. And like a lot of
men I find the older I'm getting the more my head is being turned by the
twinkier boys. Don't get me wrong if a hot silver daddy perched himself in
front of me right now with a dripping dick I'd show no mercy on that fuck
tool. But the day of the dreaded meeting that wasn't to be. Having parked
up I knew I had to pass the toilets and it being 8.45 am I didn't hold out
much hope for action.

So on my way in when the door opened and he walked out I was both surprised
but relieved. You see when I saw his face, cute, big blue-eyed, half
asleep, and his messy blond hair, I thought two things. One: this little
piece of council estate filth is a stunner and two: I'm glad he's leaving
as I go in because even I don't want to be tempted by someone who looks
that young. So our eyes met briefly and in I went as he left.

I took out my tool which was already oozing pre cum from a restless night
of rubbing myself off to Tumblr porn. I aimed it at the urinal and as I
did, the door opened and who should walk in... Yep. He'd changed his mind
and was indeed coming back to tempt me. He stood about 5ft 4, cheeky, in a
grey track suit, and I kept my eyes forward thinking he would go away. He
was just that bit too young... But then he stood at the next urinal and
flopped out the fattest, juiciest cock I'd seen in a while and when I saw
it there was no denying. I wanted to taste this boy. Especially when he
unleashed a torrent of syrupy pre-cum infused piss into the urinal in front
of me. He saw me lick my lips.

He looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and said "Please, I need to get
rid of this hard on." His voice was just barely broken. My guilt was
through the roof but so was my erection. So I leaned over and took it in my
hand. He had a smattering of blond pubes around his cock and balls – and
his balls were so full. His eyes rolled back in his head as I gave it a
squeeze and then he gestured to the cubicle behind us. He led me in there
and it being a disabled toilet cubicle he held on to the support handles as
I dropped to my knees.

Racing through my head were thoughts of police, of humiliation, of my sheer
guilt at what I was doing. But his foreskin was sliding back and his bell
end was oozing. And the thing drawing me in most was an intoxicating smell
of piss and sweat from inside his track suit bottoms. I leaned in and
licked the shaft and he groaned, gripping the handles tighter. He tasted
unclean – not to the point of smeg or making me want to puke – but he
definitely could have done with a shower. But in my state that was a red
rag to a bull and I inhaled his meat which must have been about 7 inches
but fat.

As his pissy dick went down my throat I noticed his legs start to shake. I
don't think he'd been deep throated or sucked by a hungry whore like me
before. I gobbled it, rolled my tongue around it and sucked it for all it
was worth. His legs gave way and he fell back, sitting on the toilet. I
yanked his pants right off and spread his smooth legs so his balls were
fully displayed. Pubes from around his cock hadn't quite made it down and
he was totally smooth from the sack down. And the smell was stronger,
emanating from his teen taint. Smelly balls, a whiff of ass. What I did
next shocked him. Whilst sucking his smooth balls I hooked a hand under
each of his knees and lifted his legs, propping each trainered foot into a
support handle on either side of the toilet.

His hole poked out at me from underneath and his lack of time in the shower
had never been more evident. I leaned forward and nuzzled his full teenage
scrotum as my tongue found his taint, sucking on the salty sweet stale
smooth skin. I was in heaven and obviously so was he as he warned me "I'm
gonna cum."

Desperate for the nectar I swooped up and inhaled his teen dick until he
unloaded. It was thick and plentiful as he pumped my throat and his whole
body shook. I even wondered if it was his first time. My dick was dripping
on the floor as I dragged my tongue back down and knew what I wanted. I
wanted to spread his teen ass and see just how dirty he was. I didn't
care. I would have happily cleaned the peanut butter off his cherry donut
for him but he got shy and shoved me away. Alas he unloaded – and I
didn't. Such is life. He didn't say another word as he quickly dragged his
pants up and rushed out of there leaving me with two things to savour - the
end of my wank, and the stink of him all over my face.

That was a year ago. A few weeks back I popped into the toilets once again
but at the end of the day. He was there. His hair had grown and he was in
jeans this time, but his eyes were still big and his dick was still
bigger. As he pulled it out for me I had to ask... "Wait. How old are you?"

And defensively, like he had been accused of not being man enough, he said
"Sixteen!"

All I could think was shit, then last year... you weren't. And then I
thought of that ass, trapped in his jeans, and what filthy treats it held
between its smooth cheeks.

But that's another story...