Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 12:58:38 +1000 From: David Lowe Subject: Summer Awakening This story contains elements of raunch and underage sexual activity. It is intended as fantasy and as a masturbatory aid only. The author does not condone underage sexual activity in any way, shape or form in real life. Please send comments to davlow999@gmail.com This story is written for and dedicated to Nick. David's family had been coming to Castle Beach for the summer holidays for as long as he could remember. David had just turned 12, and the place was a glorious second home that beckoned constantly during the long school terms. He could hardly wait to return every year, to catch up with all the friends he had missed, and to plunge himself into the endless summer days of sun, swimming and play. This had been his last year at primary school, and he was a little apprehensive about going to high school the following year, so he hoped this would be a special holiday. After he and his older brothers and sisters had helped their dad set up the tent at the camping site, he went looking for his usual gang of friends. Most of them were here, and he caught up with them, shyly at first, and then it relaxed and became as if they had never been separated. This year, he noticed a new dynamic had entered their discussions and play sex. This was the 1970s, some of them had had rudimentary sex education at school, but they were all about the same age and interested in the early changes in their bodies, and the burgeoning hormones made it their main topic of discussion. David's gang consisted of 5 other kids near his age, 3 girls and 2 boys. Most of their talks consisted of what their older siblings were doing, and sometimes spying on some of these older teenagers while they made out on the beach or in the sand dunes. All fairly innocent. They talked a lot about sex, non-stop really, but this didn't progress to any experimenting among themselves. They remained shy about their own bodies, so their prurient interest mainly took the form of discussion and voyeurism. Most evenings after dinner they congregated behind the large amenities block of the camping ground. This was a huge old bolding from the 1930s, very dark with concrete floors and rudimentary facilities. It was surrounded by an overgrowth of bushes at the back, and this enclosed a small clearing where they could gather unobserved. It didn't occur to them that this space had been used by generations of kids before them, including their own parents, who probably knew where they were and didn't care. It was a safe enough place for kids. One evening, one of his friends had the bright idea of spying on people using the toilets and showers. His friend, Greg, climbed up a drainpipe that bisected the large building into male and female sections. There was a gap of about a foot at the top of the walls where the tin roof was attached to the walls to allow ventilation. Also, there was a narrow gap between the two sections of the building, which contained pipes, and it was possible for a lithe kid to crawl under the roof and into this cavity. Greg reported this back to the others, and in turn they each climbed up to have a look. It was possible to stand on the pipes and look over on one side, into one of the female toilets, and the other side, into one of the male. Unfortunately this was nowhere near the showers but the prospects on spying on some of their friends and other people excited all of them. Over the next few days, David and Greg and the others took it in turns to watch people in the toilets. The boys looked at the female toilet, the girls at the male. They saw their friends, and also a lot of adults, and watched them urinating and evacuating their bowels in apparent privacy. The kids could barely control themselves watching this, giggling and trying not to make any noise at the hilarity and naughtiness of what they were doing, and what they saw. Eventually though, the novelty wore off and they returned to their usual gatherings and discussions in the clearing at the back of the toilets. David, however, was still hooked by the thrill of spying and what he could dimly see. It had been fun spying on girls and women, but only in the way of doing something forbidden. He really wanted to look in the men's toilets and spy on the people using them, but he felt that he couldn't say this to any of his friends. So one evening, after they had all split up and gone their own ways, he crept back behind the bushes and climbed up the wall, and positioned himself overlooking the male toilet. There was enough room for him to poke his head over the wall and look down, and he could duck back quickly and hide if anyone looked up, which they never did. There was no-one in there, so he waited. It was a quiet evening and all he could hear outside was the noises of crickets and night birds. After about 15 minutes, he heard the main entrance door unlock, and someone come into the male facility. There were 3 toilets in here, and he could only see into one of them, which happened to be the largest cubicle. He had always used it himself before, but now used one of the others in case he was speed on in return! Tonight he was lucky, the door to his cubicle opened and in walked a young man who he had seen before at the surf club. He was wearing shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt. He pulled down his shorts and sat on the toilet seat, and soon David could hear a trickle of fluid which let him know the youth was peeing into the bowl. David couldn't see anything, but he felt excited and his face flushed. His penis grew tight in his own shorts, which it had been doing a lot of lately, but for some reason this experience excited him more than anything had before. After a minute or so the guy stopped pissing and David could see some activity that suggested he was shaking the drops off into the bowl. He didn't get up though, he sat back and lit a cigarette, and smoked it for 5 minutes with his pants still around his ankles. After the cigarette, David expected him to leave, but the young guy leaned back against the wall and started fondling his penis and testicles. The lighting was pretty dim, but David could see that the guy had a stiff penis and unlike earlier, now he had a clear view of it. The youth gave a sigh and started rubbing his hand up and down. David knew he was wanking. He and his friends had talked about this a lot, but none of them, David included, knew what it really meant, and none of them had tried it. The young man worked the shaft of his penis up and down for a few minutes, occasionally giving out a little grunt, and he was panting a lot as well. All of a sudden he stood up, and David thought he had been spotted, and almost banged his head pulling to down out of sight. But nothing was said, and he cautiously looked over the wall again to see the guy thrusting towards the wall, as what looked like squirts of white stuff jerked out of his penis and onto the wall. The youth gave a final satisfied grunt, flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and wiped his hands on them, and then left the cubicle and the building. David was stunned. Somehow he knew this was the sort of thing he had been seeking. His little penis ached as he pressed its hardness against the rough cool brick of the building. Almost without thinking he climbed down over the back wall, and went around to the front entrance of the washrooms. He pulled the key to the door from his pocket - all of the campers had to have one - and let himself into the building. No-one else was around. He quickly walked into the same cubicle, where he could smell the lingering cigarette smoke and sweat from the young man. His penis was still hard in his shorts, tenting them and making it hard for him to walk. Trickling down the wall were globs of thick, pearly white liquid that had clearly come from the man's penis. David knew it was called jizz, or cum. He looked more closely, and could see other stains against the dark concrete bricks that must have come from other men at other times. David leaned forward and sniffed at the congealing mess sliding down the wall. It smelled like old musty flowers, and the sea, and for some reason the scent produced a thrilling rush through his entire body. Almost subconsciously, his hand slid down the inside of his shorts to massage his own aching penis, and with his other hand he reached out a finger and touched the still warm semen, and brought a drop of it to his lips. As he tasted the salty tang, with the background aromas of men's sweat and piss filling his nostrils, he somehow knew he was fixed on a certain path, to a certain way of life, and that his life had changed. *** After this experience, David spent every spare moment, when it was safe to do so, spying on men in the toilet. Over the next couple of weeks he didn't see anyone else masturbate like the young man had, but he lived in hope. He watched the young man on the beach a couple of times through closed eyes, while the guy paraded in his speedos on surf club duty. He surreptitiously regarded the bulge in his swimming costume, remembering that he had seen their contents hard and proud when the man thought he was alone. He wondered if anyone else felt the same way as he did. He was always careful never to be caught looking. Over the other side of the small river that drained into the sea, the road curved around the distant section of the beach in front of the holiday settlement's only shop, and above it, the single pub. On the foreshore was another block of toilets, this time for the day trippers and visitors. It was a new building which had only been constructed the last year. David had never been there, but he knew there were complaints about non-residents using the camp grounds facilities, which was why they were now locked and had a key. Sometimes he and his friends played in the river instead of the sea, so one day when he was there by himself he waded over the shallow water and climbed up the sandy path which led to this new public toilet. He went inside to have a look around. It was empty. There was a urinal, and 2 cubicles. It had much more light in it than the older building in the campsite. He went into one of the cubicles, and immediately noticed the same smell of sweat and urine that had become for him the sent of arousal. The first thing he saw was they someone had managed to create a rough hole in the wall between the two cubicles, at about eye height if an adult had been seated on the toilet. He wondered why anyone would do this, although he immediately realised the possibilities for secret observation. He closed the door and sat down. In this toilet, there were a lot more of those old snail trails of semen than the one or two he had noticed in the campground toilets. They were everywhere! He then knew that a lot of men must come here to wank. Also, on the back of the door and on the walls, there was a lot of graffiti. Some of it was in pen and some had been carved into the cheap wood. There were a couple of crude pictures too. He read "suck my cock" and "fuck my ass" and some times and dates. Some of the writings were about girls, but most seemed to be about men. He read all of them curiously, and then went into the next cubicle to see if there were any more. There were, so he shut the door, and pulled his shorts down, and started playing with his stiff dick while he read. David was small for a 12 year old, and had not started to sprout any hair under his arms or in his groin. Some of his friends had, like Greg, and this made him a little envious as well as shy. he tried not to ever be seen naked in front of the other boys, especially as lately he could not control his frequent erections. David's penis was slim and about 5 or 6 when fully erect. He played with it and massaged the foreskin back and forward over the head. Although his dad had taught him to wash well under there in the shower, David liked the smell under there and sometimes smelly white stuff collected after a few days, which always made him have another erection. He fondled his testicles, which were tight in the hairless scrotum, and closed his eyes as he rubbed and played with himself. He had tried 'wanking' like the young man he had seen, but apart from feeling pleasurable, nothing else had happened. At that moment, he heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up outside the toilet. He pulled his pants up and sat on the edge of the toilet seat. Footsteps were heard coming into this side of the building - a man, then. The door next to him opened, and someone sat down on the seat next door after lifting the lid and dropping their own pants to the floor. David could see some big, bronzed feet in things with a pair of board shorts puddled around the man's ankles. He heard the man light a cigarette, and then the sounds of breathing and smoking, but nothing else happened. The man didn't seem to want to use the toilet. David quietly stood up and carefully peered through the small hole in the dividing wall, wondering if he would see anything. As he did so, the man stood up, and suddenly David was confronted by the impressive sight of an erect adult male penis on the other side of the wall, held by a big strong hand. David froze, wondering what he should do, and then the penis was replaced by a blue eye peering through the hole. Both eyes regarded each other, David's caught like a rabbit in a headlight. Suddenly he heard a low whisper "Come in here, mate!" David obeyed without thinking, he left his own cubicle and pushed at the door of the other, which was now unlocked. The door slowly opened, and sitting on the seat was a young surfer who looked at David with shock. "Shit mate, you're a kid! I don't do kids!" he gasped, and made to pull up his shorts and cover himself. "Can I watch you!" David blurted out. "I just want to watch, I already know about wanking" he whispered, suddenly desperate that the young surfer should not leave. The surfer, who had something more on his mind than masturbation, appeared to think it over. Although he had no intention of having sex with a kid, he knew the look in the boy's eyes and was happy enough for him to watch and learn. "Ok kid, you can watch, but not tough, ok?" David nodded. The surfer was fairly typical for that era. Deeply tanned a golden bronze, hair sunbleached, no shirt and his body was covered in a fine golden fuzz that deepened in colour to brown at his thick, natural public bush. His big hands and feet matched the very, very large penis - the largest that David had ever seen in his short life - which was currently no longer fully erect after his shock at seeing the boy open the door. The surfer rocked back onto the toilet, an parted his legs. He looked nervously at David, but then relaxed when he saw the rapt attention and raw hunger on the boy's face. For his part David pressed his back up against the closed toilet door, his eyes fixed on the man's groin. The surfer gave his dick a few quick jerks, and soon it was as hard as it had been when he had waved it at David through the glory hole. He closed his eyes and stroked himself into a regular rhythm. The shiny head and slit appeared at the end of each stroke, as the foreskin pulled over it. David noticed there was clear fluid coming from it in a thin stream. The surfer raised one of his arms and took a deep, appreciative sniff of the moist, matted hair in his armpit. David could smell the man too, and this increased his excitement. The man moaned and closed his eyes again, and increased the fervour of his manipulations. He slid his left hand down past his right, and briefly cupped his heavy, hairy testicles. His middle finger slipped between his legs, and started doing something back there. He moaned again, and David suddenly realised the man had inserted his finger into his anus. David had touched his own hole before, and liked the feeling, and the smell on his fingers afterwards. The surfer man obviously agreed, because he pulled his hand from between his legs, jammed his finger beneath his nostrils and snorted deeply, groaning again with pleasure. Then he put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it greedily, ensuring it was wet with saliva before he jammed it back under his balls and into his anus again. As he fingered his hole his dick seemed to swell at the tip, and he inhaled sharply, and then his buttocks and pelvis lifted off the toilet seat as his penis shuddered, and spurted one, two and more streams of cum into the air and over his fist as it jerked his cock. David watched all of this wide eyed and with an intense feeling of delight and pleasure. The man sank back into the seat, and then looked up at David shyly. "Christ what a mess kid!" he laughed. He stood up and tucked himself back into his shorts, and then made for the door. As he manoeuvred around David, he stopped and looked at the boy, who was bright eyed with lust and stimulation. He thought for a second, and then gently wiped some residual semen from his right hand onto the boy's lips. David licked at the ejaculate and moaned. The surfer smiled, and then brought the middle finger from his left hand under the boy's nose. David knew where it had been, and sniffed. It was like a revelation. He could smell salt, sweat, and a dark tangy essence that seemed to be the sum of everything it meant to be a man. He opened his mouth without thinking, and the surfer put his finger inside. For the first time in his life David tasted the ass of a man, if only by proxy. The man laughed now both hands were clean and wiped, and he ruffled the boy's blond hair. "Ok tiger, maybe next time I'll let you touch it." He smiled, and left the cubicle after carefully checking the surroundings. David remained dazed, horny and very excited, and he relived what he had seen all night as he played with his stiff little dick until it was sore and he fell asleep from exhaustion. *** After this experience, David divided any free time between both toilets, but never saw the surfer again, and never managed to be at the public toilet at the same time as another man. He saw plenty of evidence there had been visitors though. There were often fresh semen trails on the wall, new graffiti, and one someone had wiped their bottom and thrown the toilet paper on the floor. For some reason that made David feel excited even though he knew it was a very dirty thing to do. He masturbated whenever he was alone, although he was still unable to cum, and following the surfer's example, he explored his own anus a little further. It always felt so good to play with it, and put his finger inside. It smelled good, even when it was dirty, and he learned to suck of an small spots of poo that appeared on his finger. Somehow it tasted even better when his hole was dirty like this. A couple of times he had even felt the tip of a firm hard bowel motion with his finger, and when he did have to go to the toilet it always gave him an erection, and he loved the feeling of the firm poo opening his hole, and the feeling after, that it gave him. Sometimes, he didn't flush the toilet after he went, and he imagined how disgusted the next person would be to find it there. It gave him a dirty thrill to do these things. A couple of weeks after the surfer, the holiday was drawing to a close and nothing else of interest had happened. One Saturday, there was a big surfing carnival at another town a few miles away. Most of the campers had gone there, including his friends, but David had stayed behind. Even his parents had gone, he told them he wasn't feeling well and stayed in bed until they had gone. He was hoping something might happen today, before this summer of awakening ended. As soon as he could, he slipped outside and walked at first to the shop to buy a drink, and then over to the public toilet nearby. No-one was there, and the rest of the beachside town seemed to be almost deserted. He wandered along the beach for a while, had a swim, and then wandered back to the campground washroom building. No-one was there, and he went around the back into the secret area, and climbed up the pipe into his hiding place. No-one was around to see him, and the building was empty. He was just about to give up and go home when he heard someone walking up to the front of the building. He held his breath and hoped that it was a man, not a woman, and that they would come into 'his' cubicle. His isn was granted, it was a man, and the door to his cubicle opened. Into it came the man, a father of some kids he vaguely knew. The man seemed old to David, but he was only in his mid thirties, and very good looking and fit - even David could see that! The man sat down on the seat after lowering his pants, and then to David's shock and surprise, spoke. "I know you're there, David, isn't it?" He looked up suddenly, and saw the top of David's head vanish behind the wall. The man smiled to himself. "It's ok, son. I know you're there. I've been watching you these last few weeks." David crouched on the pipe behind the wall and listened to the man's words. "I used to do what you're doing myself, when I was your age, kid. Spied on lots of men and boys, saw what you've been seeing. You're not the first randy kid to find this place." David knew he had been caught red handed, and that the man didn't seem to mind. He looked back over the wall and the man gave him a smile. "Come on down here David, I think there's a few things I can teach you". He beckoned, and David scrambled back over the wall and ran around to the front of the building and let himself in. The camp ground still appeared to be deserted. He cautiously knocked on the cubicle door and the man let him in, and then locked it after the boy had entered. "I've seen you in here, and over the road David. You like men, don't you? Have you done anything with one yet, or just watched?" the man asked. He was dark, with short dark hair, and unshaven. David liked him a lot. He shook his head, mute for the moment. The man smiled. "Maybe you and I can have some fun in here while everyone else is away, David. What do you think?" David nodded. The man smiled again, and he squatted down and gently clasped David's head, turning the shy boy's face towards him. He came closer, and gently kissed the boy's trembling lips. His hands then slid down to the boy's waist and lowered his shorts, so soon David was standing naked in front of him. "Superb" than man whispered, taking in the beauty of the naked hairless boy in front of him. He caressed the boys tiny nipples, making him wriggle, then gently cupped the tight scrotum and the jutting small penis in his hands. "I'm going to teach you how to enjoy yourself, David" the father whispered, his voice thickened with lust. He lifted the boy and sat him on the toilet seat, then knelt between his legs. He smiled up reassuringly, and then also very gently took the boy's penis in his mouth. His expert tongue and lips tasted the sea on the unwashed boy's body, and also the tang of urine and a hint of smegma under the foreskin. David shivered, delicious sensations rippling through his entire body. He fondled the man's head while his cock was being sucked. He wanted it to go on forever, but the man had other ideas. He stopped licked and sucking the boy's penis, and lifted up his pelvis so that David's buttocks were in his face. He spread the boy's cheeks, and inhaled the scent of unwashed, dirty boy buttonhole. No 12 year old is particularly hygienic, and soon then man was glorying in the stink of David's asshole. He spread the boy further and then started nuzzling it with his lips and tongue. David writhed and giggled, the tongue and the rasp from the man's unshaven skin transporting him into further delights. The man rimmed and cleaned the boy's hole until it was slick with saliva, opening and begging for something more. He sucked on his finger, gently placed it at the entrance of David's anus and told the boy to relax and breathe slowly. he worked his finger into the boy's rectum and found the little prostate gland, which he massaged. The look on the boy's face, and the way he wriggled on his finger, delighted the man. After a minute or so he withdrew the stinking, shit stained finger which they both looked at and then giggled together at how dirty it was. The mean cleaned the finger off with his own mouth, and then gently kissed the boy again. David tasted his ass, and more, on the mouth of another man for the first time. "Ok David, your turn now" the man said, and he stood the boy up an exchanged places with him. David had felt, but not seen the man's jutting penis, but here it was at his lips. He didn't need any instruction. He opened his mouth, and as far as he could, took the adult cock head into his mouth. David nearly gagged, but the taste of the man's penis filled him with lust. It smelled like piss, and it had a lot of that smelly white stuff he sometimes got under his own foreskin. The smell and taste made him faint with pleasure. He sucked on the penis like it was candy. He could feel the man responding, the cock growing harder in his mouth. Reluctantly then man pulled it from the boy's eager face. "Ok David, this is the part when you lick my bottom, like I licked yours. Are you ok with that, beautiful boy?" David nodded - he was desperate to do this. The man smiled again, and turned away from David and bent over. He spread his muscular hairy buttocks so the boy could see a man's anus for the first time in his life. There it was - David had never seen anything more obscene, more glorious, more exciting in his life. The hair over the man's butt cheeks congregated and intensified around his anus. The hair was thick, dark, and clumped in moist little curls that circled the wrinkled puckered opening. David could see that the man's bottom hadn't been washed or wiped much. It was stained and streaked a little with poo, and there was even a little ball of toilet paper stuck in some of the hair. David could smell the ass, intensely. He could smell the man's shit and sweat. Shaking a little, he moved closer to man's anus and breathed in a little deeper. The headiness of the smell made him dizzy. The man wiggled his bum a little, impatient. David pressed his lips to than man's asshole, kissing it. His tongue wandered over the wrinkled skin, tentatively at first, then greedily. He chewed on the ass hair, and swallowed the dirty ball of toilet paper he teased from the ass hair. The man grunted with pleasure and pressed his muscled butt back onto the boy's questing lips and tongue. It was the best thing David had ever smelled or tasted. He could stay here forever, in this dark toilet, eating this man's dirty hole. But the man had one more idea. Reluctantly, the dad pulled his bottom from the boy's face, and bent down to lick the sweat and grime and a little brown smear off the boy's dazed face. "Would you like me to fuck you, David?" he asked, earnestly looking into the boy's eyes. David knew what that was of course, and he nodded happily. The man again exchanged places with the boy. He sat on the toilet, and spat onto his cock, which was already slippery with sweat and precum. He lifted the boy onto his lap, and gently lowered him onto his hard penis. The boy's hole was tight, but it was wet and opened easily, as David had been born to this. The boy gasped a little with pain, and the man waited until the first spasm had gone, and then lowered the boy onto his lap until his cock was buried deep in David's virgin rectum. David felt like it was the biggest poo he had ever needed to do. The man started thrusting into the boy, David riding his cock like a small jockey. The man nuzzled David's neck, kissing him, reassuring him, while he fucked the boy's ass. David was so small and light, fucking him from this position was easy. The man remembered the first time this had happened to him, at about the same age, and in the same toilet more than 20 years before. Remembering this made him fuck the boy faster, and his breathing quickened. David's did, as well, and they both moved towards the same objective. David's ass gripped the man's cock tightly, and then rhythmically, as David shuddered and his ass spasmed and he experienced orgasm for the first time in his life. At the same time, the man's cock, squeezed beyond endurance by the boy's muscular spasms, shot his seed deep into the boy's rectum and made a man of him. They both collapsed against each other, spent. The man pulled his deflating cock from David's asshole, smeared with semen, mucus and stained brown from the boy's rectum. He tucked it into his underpants, pulled his shorts up, and then opened the door, to check the surroundings. No-one was there, so he carried the naked boy, a man's cum oozing from his anus, stinking of himself and then man, into the showers at the other end of the building. There, he tenderly washed himself and the boy clean, and they both left the building separately. The end If you liked it, please let me know and I would be happy to write more like this. davlow999@gmail.com