Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 22:34:46 +0100 (BST) From: jay N Subject: The Beginning - Teen discovers Dads The Beginning - Teen Discovers Dads b/M oral anal The first signs that I was different were evident even though I was very young. As a young boy I enjoyed sitting in mens' laps. A couple of times I had followed men (such as Dad, my older brother, a neighbour) into the toilet to watch them piss. As a pre-teen, stealing my friend's Dad's underwear from their laundry basket, to take home and sniff while thinking about his big black cock. As a young teen I'd gotten good at using bath time to prepare my little boycunt so it would be wet when men began fucking it, which I fantasized would happen in the not too distant future. The first time, as far as I know.. was aged 13. There are some rumours about my grandfather but I figure that even though I'm too young to remember it, I'd have probably wanted it. Anyway.. I was skipping school occasionally to visit the mens' toilets in our local shopping mall. I had thought I was so clever - 'no-one will ever guess I'm here inhaling the smell of cock and piss, MEN. How crafty and enterprising I am.' At that age, I assumed I was a freak of nature for liking all of my school teachers and wishing they'd put me over their desks. I was shocked to the core when my explorations of these somehow attractive mens' toilets, swimming pool changing rooms, and my personal favourite - the Stockwood Park public toilets where in the coming weeks I would be feeling a man ejaculate inside me for the first time - led to my smooth legs being felt up under the stalls, not long after I had been using one of those super convenient holes to watch the man in the stall next to me wank his big, hairy cock. My first taste. After our fevered whispers, I was soon invited into his cubicle. Parts of my school uniform were removed and the man enjoyed touching every part of my body before I knelt on the floor of the cubicle to suck his cock. He was a fairly fat daddy bear. I was very scared that we'd be overheard, and thanked him before scarpering home. I locked myself in my room to consider what this all meant. Like clockwork, my devious little mind had realized that if I had seen and sucked hard cock through the drilled holes between the stalls, maybe I could be fucked in one?! I spent the next couple of weeks hyper-sexualised. Having slightly later "baths", and then taking anything I could get my hands on to my bedroom to fuck myself with while my family slept. I would even keep a careful eye on my older brother, he's 10 years my senior. After he finished using the toilet I'd go in after to lick his piss drops up. I waited without much patience for my next opportunity to visit these exciting places again. One early Thursday morning, around April and a month or so after my fourteenth birthday, my elder sister went to work in the morning and instructed me to stay as long as I want but to make sure I posted the spare key back through her letterbox when I eventually left for home. My chance! Her house was a mere five minute walk from Stockwood Park. Home to the most exciting toilet area I'd been to so far. An old brick building set close to the entrance, next to a small parking bay. Two large cubicles set either side of a long steel latrine. It was my sheer luck that it was one of the hottest cruising grounds in the area, right up until its demolition in roughly 2008. My sister left for work and I sprang into action. Douching my young teen hole with the shower attachment, getting squeaky clean and after drying, I rubbed some of her special moisturiser into my buttocks and upper thighs, finishing with an insertion of Vaseline into my needy hole. After all my preparations, it was almost midday. I couldn't wait to arrive, and skipped on to the park. There, I entered the left hand cubicle and sat on the toilet. I took my shorts down and began to wank. I listened to a few men come and go, their footsteps telling me they arrived, unzipped at the latrine and left promptly. After some time, I heard a less explainable set of footsteps. They'd walked around for a while without using the latrine or the connecting cubicle. Sensing an opportunity, I quietly unlocked my cubicle, allowing the door to swing open slightly. I stood with my back to the door with my shorts around my ankles, offering my hairless teen hole to whichever stranger was skulking around outside. He must've eventually seen the door slightly open, as soon enough a man joined me. A man, aged around 46-49 is my best guess. He was grey-haired and in decent shape. A bit of a belly on him, something that I and a seemingly large number of modern pussyboys have grown to love on their daddy friends. I knew a bit more about what to expect about these encounters, so got onto my knees while the stranger undid his belt and trousers before letting them drop to his ankles. I sucked his cock with vigour, but my inexperience showed as he lifted me upwards and chuckled softly at my attempt. Without words, he held my small skinny body and encouraged me to turn around. I knew my dreams had come true when I felt his length sinking into me. With one hand holding my shoulder and the other my waist, he entered my body rhythmically while I bent over and pointed my pussy upwards and outwards towards his groin. All my hard work and preparation had paid off! The stranger shafted me for perhaps a few minutes before shooting his spunk up into me. Only then did we speak. He asked my name and age, kissed me and walked out. Now I'm in my early twenties, I see the significance of losing my virginity in such a manner. Bent over in a cubicle at a cruising spot, while a dirty old daddy whose name I didn't know gave me my first injection of sperm. I visited that place a few more times that summer. A further three men enjoyed me. An older, tall, suited businessman had driven me to my sister's nearby house where I received a crisp twenty pound note for sitting in his lap and letting him feel me up. The two other men both fucked me in the stall without condoms. One of the men gave me the poppers bottle he'd been using and the other, my last suitor in that park toilet, gave me a crumpled ten pound note after pulling out of me and zipping up. I'll write further chapters, changing names and places only where I have to. Write me at jwritesfornif8@yahoo.co.uk, with any questions.